Garden of May - Chapter 43
Chapter 43
She mumbled, trailing off, nibbling on her lip. Her cheeks flushed crimson, as if they couldn’t possibly grow any hotter.
‘Of all the things to remember now…’
Vanessa fanned herself, trying to cool the heat in her face. Then, her eyes met River Ross’s. His gaze was steady, as if he’d been watching her all along. The realization sent her pulse racing, as if she’d just run a mile.
“….”
Vanessa panted, chewing on her dry lip. Even just meeting his eyes stole her breath.
‘At this rate, I really won’t be able to help myself…’
“River.”
The moment she anxiously uttered his name, he rose from his crouched position. His dripping wet hand cupped her chin, tilting it up. His thumb parted her reddened lips, and then his mouth was on hers.
This kiss was deep, leaving no room for escape. Her tongue, innocently eager, met his and was sweetly sucked in. The sounds of wet flesh colliding, rubbing, and smacking together were so wanton they made her head spin. Vanessa clutched his shirt.
River Ross’s thumb caressed her trembling, flushed cheek. His eyes, heated with raw desire, were bright. Everywhere he touched her burned.
“Hngh….”
He nipped her soft earlobe with his teeth. His hand slipped beneath her clothes, stroking her smooth waist and cupping her swollen br3ast, still clad in her undergarments. Her mounds overflowed even his large hand. His calloused palm squeezed the soft swell, then kneaded it roughly.
Vanessa bit her lip, stifling a moan. Just him holding her bre4st like this felt completely different from when she’d tentatively touched herself. The pressure, the strength of his large, firm hand…
“Ah….”
Before she could catch her breath, the rough tip of his finger grazed her peaked n*pple through the fabric of her undergarment. He pressed in, making an indent in her bre4st, then moved his finger in slow circles.
Beneath the sheer lace, the sight of her reddened nubs being so carelessly manipulated was, even to her own eyes, indecent.
He caught her lower lip between his teeth as she moaned.
He tugged at the straps of her tightly fastened bra, releasing her full, heavy rack. The marks from the binding were stark against her ar0used, pale skin.
Her tormented twin peaks looked as if they might leak at any moment.
‘This is why I have to bind them,’ she thought. ‘If I just let them be, I’d only attract unwanted attention.’
“W-wait.”
He caught both her wrists in one hand as she instinctively tried to cover herself, lifting them above her head. His thumb and middle finger pressed hard, pinching both her nubs at once.
He kneaded them gently, then pinched the swollen tips between his thumb and forefinger, pulling them taut before twisting them quickly. The moan she’d been holding back escaped, laced with a damp whimper.
“Ahh, ungh….”
As her head lolled back, a warm tongue touched her tingling tip. The shocking sensation sent a sharp breath through her. The sight of his sculpted face buried between her swollen t*ts was obscene.
Slick. He licked, nipped, and sucked, as if drawing out milk that wasn’t there. Sparks seemed to ignite across her sensitized skin.
Seemingly pleased with her reaction, River Ross lifted his head, releasing a languid breath.
Before she realized it, she was lifted into the air, n*ked. The unexpected movement startled her, and she tensed.
“Relax, Vanessa.”
The grip on her b^ttocks, which had been painfully spread apart, loosened. The fear of falling made her desperately cling to his waist with her legs.
A chuckle brushed her forehead, as if in approval, and then she was falling onto the soft bed.
Even as his large form cast a shadow over her, reality didn’t quite sink in. She couldn’t even recall what this meant, what she was about to lose.
