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Chapter 114: Chapter 114 passionate morning
"Ky-Ky" as Lucas called her, was buried under the blanket, hiding after an intense session with Vincent. Lucas playfully poked at the bulge in the bed, trying to coax her out.
"Rainbow," Vincent said softly, wrapping his arms around the lump in the bed. Kyra’s face peeked out, her messy red hair framing her flushed, tomato-red cheeks. Her lips were swollen and looked slightly bruised.
"I’m sorry I made you so tired." Vincent murmured, gently kissing her forehead. He carefully laid her back down on the bed, his movements tender and loving.
"It’s your fault." Kyra muttered, her voice barely audible.
"Yes." Vincent agreed, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"You make me so sore." she said again, her words a mixture of complaint and affection.
"I’m sorry, Rainbow," Vincent said softly. He rubbed her head gently, watching her with adoration.
He couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw her eyelids flutter and then close as she drifted back to sleep.
Vincent turned his eyes to see Lucas looking at her album. He climbed down from the bed and walked over to Lucas’s side, glancing at the album.
His eyes fell on the photo Lucas was viewing. It was a picture of Kyra, smiling with something strange behind her. It was a car.
After they finished looking through the entire album, they closed it and put it back in the drawer.
Vincent had tried to wake Kyra until midnight, but she remained fast asleep. Lucas just watched and took a cold shower.
***
The next morning, Kyra woke up, her senses filled with warm, fresh scent.
She opened her eyes, and a smile unknowingly appeared at the corner of her lips.
It was Lucas, his face nestled against her neck, holding her tightly.
Sensing her awake, he opened his blue eyes and grinned at her smiling face.
"Good morning," he said softly.
"Good morning," she replied in a small voice.
Suddenly, she remembered how Vincent had took her in front of Lucas.
Her cheeks flushed as she pulled the blanket over her face.
Lucas chuckled, finding her shyness and cute behavior amusing.
He pulled down the blanket and said, "Don’t be shy, Kyra. It’s normal to have two males to mate together, but some females mate with more than twenty males together." Kyra’s eyes widened in shock.
"More than twenty... Oh my god." Kyra covered her mouth with her hands.
She couldn’t imagine handling more than one male, let alone more than twenty.
"Don’t be surprised! It’s easy if you have practice." Lucas said, looking at her with a smirk.
"Shut up." Kyra lightly slapped his face as he chuckled.
’Oh my god, where is my cute, serious, mature Lucas I met? After getting to know him, I realised how mischievous and naughty he can be.’
She gave him a look and climbed off the bed to go to the bathroom.
"Don’t go inside." Lucas shouted.
"No, I am going." Kyra replied absentmindedly as she walked through the already open bathroom door.
She glanced at her reflection in the mirror and then suddenly noticed something behind her.
She gulped nervously.
There stood Vincent, a vision through the steam, his silhouette defined and alluring.
She had already shown him how to use bathroom.
Water cascaded over his muscular frame, defining every line and curve.
His sharp jawline and pink lips, down to his Adam’s apple, were highlighted by the soft glow of the bathroom light.
Kyra’s gaze traced over his broad, muscular chest, the slight definition of his six-pack abs catching her eye.
Her breath hitched at the sight of his toned v-lines disappearing down to... down to his well-toned legs.
Kyra’s whole face flushed a deep crimson as Vincent’s smirk appeared on his chiseled features.
His dark eyes sparkled mischievously, making Kyra’s heart race. "I-I’m sorry, I’ll go outside..." she stammered hurriedly, already turning to leave.
But Vincent’s smooth, velvety voice stopped her in her tracks. "Come here," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. Kyra bit her lip nervously, then slowly turned back to face him.
She was wearing the long white shirt Lucas had dressed her in after their passionate steamy activity.
Now, seeing Vincent again upon waking, Kyra felt incredibly small and shy.
"I don’t repeat myself, Rainbow." Vincent said, his voice dropping even lower.
His intense gaze bored into her, making Kyra shiver. With tentative steps, she approached him.
As Kyra neared, the water from the shower clung to her shirt, making the fabric cling tantalizingly to her curves. Vincent’s eyes darkened with obvious hunger at the sight.
Kyra kept her eyes downcast, too afraid to meet his Intense stare.
But Vincent wouldn’t have that. His large, calloused hand gently tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him.
"Don’t be afraid." he murmured, his voice rough with restrained desire.
His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against his hard body.
Kyra could feel the heat radiating off of him, making her tremble.
Vincent buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. "You’re so beautiful, so fragrant, so soft," he growled, his lips brushing her skin. "Every time I hold you, I want to devour you."
Kyra’s breath caught at his words. "Then devour me," she whispered boldly.
Vincent’s eyes flashed with primal hunger, and he crushed his lips to hers in a searing kiss.
His large hands roamed her back, pulling her impossibly closer.
Kyra melted into him, her senses overwhelmed by the taste and feel of this captivating man.
In his arms, she could barely breathe - he stole the air right from her lungs.
Vincent growled low in his throat as he spun Kyra around, his lips immediately latching onto her neck.
He sucked and nipped at the tender skin, leaving a trail of possessive love bites in his wake.
Kyra’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the hard length of Vincent’s arousal press firmly against her backside.
His strong arms encircled her waist, holding her securely against him.
Vincent’s kisses grew more frantic, his lips trailing wetly down the slope of Kyra’s shoulder.
A shudder of pure pleasure ran through her body at his touch.
But suddenly, Vincent stopped, freezing mid-kiss. Kyra pulled back, her brow furrowing in confusion as she searched his face.
"What happened?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
