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Chapter 90: Chapter 90 his desires
"Wait!" Ayoo called out. The young boy quickly ran toward Vincent, clutching a woven bamboo basket in his hand. His forehead was sweating as he hurriedly looked up at the tall male.
"I forgot to give you these," he said, quickly peeking at Vincent’s cold eyes before hastily running back in the other direction.
Vincent’s presence was intimidating. His cold, red eyes struck fear into Ayoo’s heart.
Since childhood, Ayoo had been living in the mountains. They didn’t eat meat; instead, they planted vegetables and fruits to eat.
Sometimes, Ayoo ventured into the mountains to pick roots and wild fruits. He loved living here and was also learning spirituality from his master.
Ayoo aspired to become a priest like his master. He wasn’t physically strong like the other cubs when he was born, so he was abandoned. His master found him and treated him.
This year, Ayoo turned eleven. His master told him that when he turned eighteen, he could choose to travel around the world or stay in the mountains. Besides teaching Ayoo spirituality, his master was also instructing him in the art of fighting.
So, the first time he saw such powerful beastmen, he was naturally afraid, even though he was learning to fight.
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Vincent opened the door softly. The room was aglow with candlelight, casting a warm, golden hue on the walls, which were painted to match.
Paintings adorned the room, and a bamboo bed stood near the window.
His heart skipped a beat when he saw her.
Kyra was wearing only a tight blouse, accentuating her chest and revealing her fair stomach and navel.
She wore a long, ankle-length skirt and looked confused.
Her hazel blue eyes widened when she saw him, and she hurriedly covered her chest, feeling shy and exposed.
Vincent didn’t say anything. He walked toward her with long, slow strides, stopping near her as he placed a basket on the bed.
"I don’t know how to use this long cloth," Kyra said, pointing at a delicate, red, transparent cloth with beautiful diamond work along the edges.
Vincent gulped, his eyes lingering on her chest and bare stomach. "It’s called a saree. Let me help you with that," he said, picking up the transparent red cloth.
Kyra bit her lip when he suddenly pulled her towards him, looking down at her long skirt.
He held the edge of the cloth, and she shivered as he tucked it under her skirt, his hands brushing her navel.
Her breath quickened as he took his sweet time.
He then turned her softly, wrapping the cloth around her waist. Her backless blouse, held by delicate straps, revealed her bare back.
Her thighs clenched with need when he put his chin on her shoulder, his soft hair brushing her cheek as he looked down.
Vincent could see her chest, his desire growing hard and evident against her. Kyra felt it too, the sensation giving her butterflies.
"Hold still," he whispered, his voice low and husky. She nodded, barely able to contain her excitement.
Vincent draped the saree over her shoulder, his hands lingering on her arm.
The closeness was intoxicating; she could feel his breath on her neck. As he adjusted the pleats, his fingers grazed her stomach, making her gasp softly. He smiled, enjoying her reaction.
He moved closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You look stunning," he murmured. Kyra turned to face him, their eyes locking in a moment of pure desire.
He backed away a little, admiring her beauty.
The red saree made her appear more enchanting. Although it covered her body, it revealed her curved waist.
"Turn around," he said in a deep, commanding voice. Kyra nodded and turned, revealing her delicate back, covered by her damp long, red hair.
Vincent stepped closer, unable to resist. She stood near the bed frame, and he quickly hugged her waist tightly, his lips on her neck and his body pressing against her. His hands moved around her waist, which was bare for him alone.
"You’ll be the death of me, Rainbow," he whispered, giving her a hickey on her fair neck. He closed his eyes with pleasure, bending her over the frame, knowing he should stop but unable to control himself.
"Vincent..." Kyra whispered softly.
"Yes, Rainbow. Say my name like you only know my name in your heart. Let me stay like this for a while." he said, breathing heavily as he moved his hips in a teasing motion.
Kyra’s cheeks turned red, her heartbeat quickening as she felt his hard bulge against her. Her toes curled, feeling the intense heat.
His big, veiny hands now held her soft ones, caressing them gently, both lost in the overwhelming desire that pulsed between them.
Vincent stopped himself, took a deep breath, and sat on the bed. His chest rose and fell heavily as he tried to calm down.
"You okay?" Kyra asked, her cheeks flushed red.
"Yeah, thanks to you, I’m going to end up with blue balls," he said with a wry smile. 𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"I’m sorry... I’ll help you," Kyra replied, unable to meet his eyes.
"Thanks, rainbow. But not now. If you start helping me, I’m afraid I’ll turn this holy place unholy. So quickly get ready, and I’ll be okay," Vincent said softly. Kyra nodded, heading to the mirror. She took dry clothes and started wiping her damp hair.
As she looked at her reflection, her eyes fell on her neck, where she saw a dark red hickey and two bite marks. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest. Vincent was a snake.
Would his poison affect her? She thought nervously and turned to look at him.
She quickly turned nervously away when she saw him palming himself.
Her heartbeat quickened, and she quietly continued drying her hair. She felt the cold air on her skin as she heard his groans behind her.
Vincent smirked, leaning back on the bed, watching her body stiffen. His hands didn’t stop as he admired her back and curved waist. All he wanted now was to take her, but he knew he needed to wait.
They had more time in the future, and once they reached home, he wouldn’t let her go.
Although Kyra hadn’t reached adulthood, Vincent thought, they could still have some fun, right?
