His Devious Rule

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In the silent walk-in closet, Alvin could hear just his name and her huffs. Seeing her shrinking back to his embrace glancing at her reflection, Alvin turned her face towards him as he took his hand away.

Suddenly losing the delicious sensation, Anya swallowed the soft groan of retaliation that was in her throat. Her body was feeling hot like the time she was drugged. She didn't want to hear that he was just teasing her.

His lips tenderly kissed the corner of her eyes as if knocking on the door of her eyes to open. His hot breath was brushing on her skin, his lips grazed down her cheek when he said in a husky, restrained voice, "If you fear..."

Her eyelids fluttered open at his words. His lips nipped the corner of her lips. "If you need time..." His voice was thick, controlling himself from ravishing her pink juicy lips that were waiting for him.

Anya swallowed hard, meeting his dark gaze that seemed to be sucking her into his eyes. His fingers glided over her cheek and cupped her face.

He stressed his words for her to hear, "Stop me that very second." He wanted to assure her, he was going to listen to her every word, and tend to her every need.

Stop him? She had done that when he was drugged. Her words hadn't reached his ears. This time she wasn't just trusting herself with him but also believing in herself.

Seeing him wait, patiently and asking her to stop him if she was uncomfortable, Anya doubted if he was the same man who gets things done by hook or by crook. If he was the same man who everyone spoke about.

No, he wasn't the same man. He was the one who was learning to love her. The man who was listening to his heart. The man she would love to her heart's content without the fear of getting hurt.

Her hand moved from his arm and glided to his neck. Before she could press her lips on his, he shifted causing her lips to fall on his cheek. Looking at his eyes on her lips, she knew he wanted to kiss her as much as she did. But why was he making her wait?

Recalling, she softly nodded, "Okay." Her voice came like a sweet whisper to his ears.

By the end of her words, Alvin captured her lips. Her momentary shock slowly faded, responding to his nimble lips. His kiss that started as sweet turned intense and greedy, kissing, sucking, and nibbling her lips.

His hands traveled down her spine and pulled her close enough to feel her heart hammering her chest, her soft curves pressing against his taut muscles.

He wanted to rip their clothes and feel her against his skin. But he restrained. Until he made sure she was over her fear and he swore to have patience. I would let her savor each second and learn the pleasure.

Anya's lips gaped when his hand cupped her bottom cheek and gave a squeeze. Her thin nightgown failed to hold the warmth of his palm, which continued to intensify the heat between them.

Alvin pulled an inch away to ensure she wasn't uncomfortable when their eyes blazed meeting one another. Her cheeks flushed, unable to pull her gaze away from his desirous eyes or escape the hands that were moved down her bottom cheeks.

Before she could fathom his intention, Alvin lifted her, guiding her legs to wrap around his narrow waist. Without a cue, his face buried in her neck, and nipped and licked the sensitive skin under her ear.

Grabbing his broad shoulder, she could only swallow the sounds that were threatening to slip her lips. Wrapping her legs tight around him, she could only cling to him when his lips skillfully kissed down her throat and left marks on her supple skin.

She opened her eyes when she felt her body skin to a soft mattress and the tempting face closed upon her. Her hands tugged him closer and caught his lips.

Their kiss came raw and intense, giving into the need of their bodies and souls. Anya shivered when his hand slipped under her nightgown. Her legs tried to clasp just to wrap tight around his waist.

His hand caressing her under the nightgown, nearing her twin peaks, was arousing her, making her heart beat rapidly in nervousness and anticipation.

Alvin raided her sweet mouth, caressing her tongue that fought against his dominating kiss. She was breathless when let go of her lips.

His lips tenderly grazed her jawline without breaking his gaze from her eyes when he glided over her soft, round, and plump mold that filled his palms.

He knew she had amazing curves but he hadn't expected to feel so good. His control was snapping, his body was eager to get out of his clothes and feel her yet his eyes didn't leave her face.

Anya's lips agape and held her breath, feeling his warm big palm cupping her whole that was frightening yet making her body feel hot.

Watching her anticipation, eyes filled with pure desire, Alvin gave a gentle squeeze and earned a moan. Her finger racked into his hair burying his face in her neck when his fingers brushed over her taut nipple and fondled her peaks.

Lost in the pool of pleasure, a long moan slipped her lips at the delirious tension building in her body.

A faint groan in displeasure followed immediately when Alvin pulled away from her. Her eyes met with his dark eyes.

There was a hint of amusement in his eyes watching a beautiful mess on his bed. He was prepared to accept her rejection of his advances but she was a pack of surprises.

'Fear' had slipped out of her mind a long time ago. Alvin could see nothing but curiosity and need in those gray eyes.

But it was dangerous for him. Her mere gaze was stirring his body out of his control.

Her eyes went wide and her legs dropped on her bed when he straightened his back and tossed his sweater. She had seen him but her face flamed seeing a sexy smirk at the corner of his lips.

"Alv.." Her hands involuntarily went to his muscular chest to stop him but his lips questioned every bit of her sanity. His hands were tugging her nightgown letting his lips trail down her neck.

Her gasps, her fingers grasping his muscles, running down his spine were tensing his body and making his manhood desperately enter her.

Anya gasped when he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pinned them overhead. Her nightgown was down, revealing the swells of her chest. Her chest was rising and falling when their eyes met. It took her all to look back into his deep gaze knowing she was half naked, under his mercy.

His voice was hoarse, suppressing the desire, "I can't resist if you keep tempting."

Heat pulsating through her body, Anya forgot her fear, surrendering to the pleasure, "Then don't resist..."

Alvin's eyes zeroed in on her. Without warning, his lips latched on her lips, pinning her lissom frame under him.

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