His Devious Rule

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His body was urging him to get closer to her, caress her smooth supple skin, kiss every inch of her, feel her strong thighs around his hips and have him inside her. But his brain protested against it. He was afraid of stirring her fear, making her recall what she had been through.

If he also fears hurting her or reminding her of nightmares, who was going to walk her through the darkness?

What if he loses control due to the temptation?

Imagining her sweet, breathless voice calling him over and over again was knocking his deepest desires, could he stop if her fear surfaces?

Seeing her pink flush down to her neck, he could guess what must have run through her mind while wearing that dress and sitting in front of him.

Neither he was going to get sleep on that bed, nor she was going to sleep peacefully. Instead of being sleepless for half of the night, he took the path where he doubted if he would find the return.

Swirling her to the wall, his palm pressed on her flat stomach over her thin dress. "Alvi…" Her gasp barely managed to reach his ear when his hand reached her hips pressing her against the wall with his body giving her no room for escape. "There is no escape tonight." His constrained voice was husky.

His brain was screaming at him to take it slow but she was the pure enticement to break through every barrier. The faint fragrance of the orchids from her was fresh, pulling him further into the abyss.

His finger traveled up her waist, feeling her flinch at his graze over a flimsy cloth. His lips gently sucked on her earlobes, slowly pulling her defenses down.

He took his time, without ripping her clothes or ravishing her lips. He would let her experience every haywire emotion, keeping his desires after her. He wasn\'t going to do it for their physical needs but to love everything about her. Her perfections, her flaws, her needs, and her.

Anya wanted to think he was just teasing her for wearing such inviting clothes. But... something about him felt different. It was intense yet restraining. The way he was touching her or the way he spoke, it was making her mind run wild and her blood rush.

Suddenly she gasped when he held her arm and twirled her away. Before she could realize it, her loose short robe was in his hand and she was standing in a thin strapped dress that barely covered her.

Heat blazed when their eyes met. Anya\'s breath hitched, causing her chest to raise and fall. She was itching to run and hide or just cover but she was rooted by looking into his intense cognac eyes.

She never knew her heart could race so fast in her chest looking at his eyes never leaving hers. The heat crept up her body, especially between her legs.

Could just a gaze do all these?

She felt her knees going weak when his eyes went down his neck. Like a magnet that was being pulled, she craved to get close to him to hide in his arms to get away from his eyes.

Alvin\'s eyes darkened looking at the lace barely covering her bosoms showing the deep cleavage. The deep red lace trims against her pearly skin were much more tempting.

Her curled toes hesitantly moved and she took a step before she stopped, with her face flaming red. Before she could turn and run away, he dropped her robe pulling the waist tie as he reached her. He noticed her eyes widen and held her breath in anticipation.

Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her closer. He lifted his other hand to her petite face and tenderly glided the back of his fingers on her cheek.

Her eyes drooped, enjoying the shiver pulsing through her nerves. Her head involuntarily leaned back when his fingers trailed down to her neck like a feather sending tickles down her spine.

Her hand reached and clutched his cloth when his finger continued down her collarbone. She blew the air through her mouth, pulling her chest in, to avoid his fingers that were making her shiver.

She huffed feeling her heart beating loudly in her ribs, "I\'m scared."

Alvin froze for barely a moment. Her body was telling a wholly different story than her lips. He dipped his head and kissed her eyelids, replacing his fingers with lips.

Seeing her body lean closer and follow his lead, he asked her. More like, he corrected her, "Nervous!?" His voice was rough with the need of his body.

Anya wasn\'t in the state to listen to it or fathom when his lips skillfully kissed and nibbled down her throat. "Al…" She doubted if she would melt down to the floor.

Suddenly, he twirled her and pressed her against the island counter, with her back facing him. He held her shoulders and trailed down her bare arms. His left knee went between her legs.

Anya fell back against his chest with a sensual sigh when his knee caressed her inner thigh. She shuddered again when the tip of his nose grazed behind her ear and sucked the sensitive skin.

Anya tried to hold on to the counter but gasped when his hand slipped under her dress.

Her fingers clutched her arm to pull his hand but she bit her lip when his big warm palm caressed her bare skin making her shudder in his arms.

His lips continued to seize every inch of her skin from her slender neck to her sensitive nape, moving to her right.

Anya hissed at the sharp yet sweet pain near the crook of her neck. Her drooping eyes fell on the mirror in front of her. Looking at her own intoxicated, flushed, her inviting parted lips made her face flush brighter.

His hand under her dress, her fingers squeezing his arm, his lips sucking on her skin, his burning gaze meeting her eyes, left her shamefaced to even look at her reflection.

"Alvin…" She purred, closing her eyes to stop watching her reflection.