Vlora landed in Andreas’ embrace. It seemed as if she had forgotten her initial intention to push him away and instead found herself clinging to his broad chest.
Andreas’ warm tongue teased Vlora’s. It swirled and played, creating different sensations that made Vlora’s stomach churn with desire.
Resistance turned into unspoken consent. Andreas no longer hesitated to enjoy the kiss. He tilted his head slightly and then sucked on Vlora’s tongue. He devoured it passionately and then tasted it in an intimate way. His breath became shallow and moans of pleasure echoed in his throat.
Meanwhile, Vlora found herself losing control. It was strange, but undeniably real. She realized that she enjoyed Andreas’ gentle touch on her tongue.
Primitive instincts awakened. Desire took over her body. Vlora’s hands moved unconsciously. They crept slowly, then wrapped around Andreas’ neck.
Andreas grinned into the kiss. He decided to indulge in all the fantasies he had had about Vlora until this moment.
For someone like Andreas, the hunter’s soul was deeply rooted. And Vlora was a prey that really challenged him.
No, not just challenged. Admired.
Andreas’ hunting spirit had admired Vlora from the moment they met. Right when he suspected that Vlora was involved with Lucas, considering that’s how most office scandals played out. But he was wrong.
Vlora was different than most women. She did not think of flirting with her still single boyfriend. She never used Lucas as a stepping stone, as other women often did.
So, it was no surprise that every time Andreas met Vlora, his repressed desires were stirred. He was truly captivated. In his eyes, Vlora embodied a true combination of beauty, intelligence, and self-worth.
Andreas was sure that his luck in meeting a woman like Vlora would not come around twice. He would not waste the opportunity. Vlora had to be his.
They would be married soon, and tonight Andreas would receive proof that his possession of Vlora was only waiting for a formal declaration. A kind of small confirmation that began with a passionate kiss.
Just the beginning. Indeed, only the beginning. For Andreas had quickly formulated a seductive plan in his mind.
The kiss ended with a powerful suck, as Andreas pulled on Vlora’s tongue. Vlora’s body responded and her soul seemed to be drawn in.
Vlora opened her eyes, but her gaze was not focused. A haze clouded her vision and made her feel disoriented.
The world no longer felt real. It was as if Vlora was in another dimension.
Vlora took a breath and tried to regain her consciousness. But instead of helping her to come to her senses, Andreas led her further into the passion he had ignited.
Andreas had ended their kiss, true. But that did not mean everything was over. As the kiss ended, it marked the beginning of their intimate encounter.
Andreas’ lips moved. He left Vlora’s lips and brushed against her cheek.
Vlora held her breath. Andreas’ sensual caress made her roll and close her eyes.
The intimate exploration began. The warmth of Andreas’ lips left a mark. He savored the softness and scent of Vlora’s skin as he continued. Unconsciously, they both found themselves lying on the plush sofa.
Andreas’ lips continued their journey. They moved down, tracing the line of Vlora’s neck that had always caught his attention.
Andreas extended his tongue and stroked it against Vlora’s skin, eliciting a moan from her.
A challenge flickered in Andreas’ hunter’s soul. He wanted to hear Vlora groan again. And again.
So, it was not just his tongue that Andreas used on Vlora’s neck, but now his lips as well. The result was not only Vlora’s moans, but more than that. She felt restless under him.
The exploration continued. Andreas’s lips descended further while his hand, which had been resting on Vlora’s waist, took the initiative.
Andreas’ hand crept up. It touched and Vlora shivered. His fingers landed on her breast.
Vlora could not hold back a sigh. It was natural, and the alarms in her head were ringing loudly. She lifted her head from the sofa cushion.
“Reas.”
Another wet trail was created around Vlora’s collarbone, accompanied by the movement of Andreas’ fingers gently kneading her breast. He smiled and whispered in Vlora’s ear.
“Yes, my love? What is it? Tell me what you want.”
It took considerable effort for Vlora to open her eyes. She tried to regain consciousness as Andreas’ weight made her whole-body tingle with pleasure.
Vlora would not deny it. She was a normal woman. Andreas’ touches undoubtedly ignited her feminine desires. But that did not mean she could not control herself.
The body was hers. The desires were hers. She had the right to choose.
Andreas was positioned between Vlora’s slightly parted legs. His large fingers continued to squeeze her breasts until his thumb found a hidden treasure: her nipple, hidden beneath the satin fabric.
“Stop.”
Vlora’s stuttering voice stopped Andreas’ touch. He fell silent, and for a moment neither spoke. Only their erratic breathing filled the room.
Andreas was surprised. With his lips on Vlora’s neck, his hand on her breast, and his body over hers, stopping was undoubtedly a challenge to his self-control. But Andreas forced himself to hold back.
Gently, Andreas pulled his body back. He looked at Vlora.
“Stop?” Andreas asked to confirm. “Do you want me to stop?”
Beneath Andreas, Vlora’s chest rose and fell visibly. She was panting, and at that moment she realized how embarrassing her situation was.
Her nightgown was now up to her thighs. The straps of the gown had slipped down her upper arms. Her hair was disheveled.
For women like Vlora, it was undoubtedly an embarrassing situation. But for a man like Andreas? Oh, it seemed to be incredibly arousing.
Vlora took a deep breath and looked back at Andreas. “I’m not one of your bedroom servants, Reas.”
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