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Juan consumed me, ravaged me completely. A ravenous hunger rushed through my frame and settled deep inside my belly. I've never felt so incredibly alive.

His masculine presence crowded me, making it impossible for me to move or inhale. I was deprived of oxygen but this hunger in me wanted to rip off his clothes and touch him, nothing else mattered. Bare skin under my palms.

Everything else zoned out of my focus as his lips kept ravaging mine. I even forgot where I was standing right now.

He lifted his lips away from mine for a second, allowing me to breathe. But it was too soon that he claimed my lips once again.

This is too much. Pushing me against the wall, he pinned my hands. This is insane.

The force of his kiss pushed me upwards against the wall. His kiss was becoming more bolder. He was relentless in his action. He was taking what he wanted, satiating his hunger, just as he had said he would.

His manhood pressing against my belly roused my hunger even more. I wanted to douse this flame within me. I've never experienced such a strong craving. Is this what they say is desire?

A moan slipped past my lips. He took it as a cue for him to plunge his tongue inside my mouth. Oh God! Imitating the intimate movements, he kissed me more fiercely.

My knees buckled beneath my gown. If it wasn't for his mascular frame, I would have collapsed to the ground by now.

His broad arm encircling my waist pushed me forward into the heated kiss. With his other hand, he skimmed my arms making it immposible for me to tolerate this onslaught.

He filled my senses, tormenting me. I was hightened to the point where I wanted to
do anything just to eliminate this ache.

He was like a drug that I have been starved of for far long.

"Annelise," he muttered hoarsely.

"I want to-"

"I know. Soon, very soon, mi amor!" His hand slid down my waist, my lower back and finally settled on my rounded bottom. Squeezing them, he pulled me flush against his arousal.

A groan rumbled in my throat as I bear down the insufferable assault, a fervent hunger.

Of all the atrocious inventiveness, my mind had to come up with the wicked thought of him deep inside me.

The heat in my core intensified. I pressed myself closer to his warmth, rubbing my now hardened nipples against his chest emphasized by his silk shirt. The friction jolts me and an impassioned fire unfurls there.

"Please," I whisper softly. "I want you to do unspeakable things to me. Please Juan, I can control it no more." I say, gasping for air.

I longed for his touch on my bare body, parting my flesh-

With one last lingering kiss, he slid his hands under my knee and lifted me off my feet. Cradling me in his arms, he strode towards the bed.

I rested my head against his shoulder and nestled closer into his warmth.

"My heart is beating too fast," I murmur against his shoulder.

He deposited me on the rumpled bedding. I wanted to cry out from the loss of his touch.

"Mmmm, I know. Mine's too."

"My..."

"Yours," he cajoled me to complete my sentence. But how could I when he was already crawling up my body? My body dampened, my hands slick from nervous anticipation. The blackness behind my eyes only hightened my excitement.

This situation no longer felt strange. It felt as though it was supposed to happen.

He kissed me once more, a long deep kiss. Caressing my cheeks, he swept away the loose tendrils off my forehead and pressed a soft alluring kiss.

"You are a beguiling woman, Annelise. See what you're doing to me." I whimpered as his words rumbled from his throat.

Without warning he rips off my muslin gown making me gasp in surprise.

"I'll buy you another one."

The next thing I know, his hands are everywhere over my body. Touching me, caressing me, stroking me ; his mouth pressing light kisses across my whole body.

"You smell so good, mi amor- like honey blended with milk," he said, nuzzling my navel. Oh God!

He rubs his thumb over my nipples, leaving me panting for more. My mouth opened in astonishment, I try to catch my breath.

Ripping off my bodice, he covered my right breast with his hand and swirled his tongue over the now hardened peak repeatedly. I squirmed from the tension coiling inside me, begging him to release me from this torment. His trailing hand leaving a smoldering burn on my skin increased the pulsating in that secret part hidden between the juncture of my legs.

My body is yearning to reach something but not quite sure what it was. "Have some mercy on me!" I whimpered.

I could feel the slight curving of his lips as he smiles against my skin. "I'm not a merciful man, Annelise."

Taking my nipple into his hot mouth, he sucks on it leisurely. A moan escapes from my mouth in response.

He removes the last piece of scrap off my body and nudges my legs apart with his knee.

"I'm not going to couple with you," he says harshly. What?! So he is going to leave me hanging?

"Did I do something wrong? You don't want me? Please-"

He silences me by pressing a soft kiss on my lips. "You didn't do anything wrong, my sweet little temptress!" Pressing his erection into that secret hearth, he continues, "I may not be a nobleman but I do have the last shred of sanity. A child born out of wedlock will be a bastard. I don't want to implant a bastard in your womb. There are other ways to pleasure a woman. If you want I can aquaint you with those ways."

"Other ways?" Opening my eyes I stare up at his cloudy outlined structure.

"Yes, like this." Dipping his finger, he rubs his thumb across the bundle of nerves. A shocking sensation fills my veins, lifting me off the massive bed.

With a firm hand pressed on my abdomen, he pushes me down on the bed.

"Will it hurt? I've heard th-" My words get caught in my throat when I feel his hot mouth enclosing over my sensitized nub. He suckles languidly, stroking the insides of my thigh. "You like this?" His words resonates through my body, sending thrills of sensation coursing down my veins.

Nothing has ever felt this pleasurable. The inexplicable sensation keeps on building higher and higher with each practised stroke of his tongue.

He keeps on licking, swirling his tongue tantalisingly over and over. My eyes rolled deep inside. I bit on my lip to suppress the moan welling up in my throat. Clutching the coverlet tightly in my fists, I move my head sideways frantically trying to break free from his ruthless assault. Nonetheless, I wanted to endure this and see what happens next.

On the last stroke of his tongue, the sensation spirals out and consumes me whole drawing out an unladylike sound from my mouth.

Juan holds me closer to his body and murmurs soothing words against my ear. Hanging onto the last vague recognition of his husky voice, I hear him say, "I think I've fallen for you, mi amor."

So this is what feels to be in the throes of passion?

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So this was my first attempt at writing a love scene and I can tell you that it's really hard to write such a chapter. 😅

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