Basil stepped forward and used a bit of force to lock Cierra in his arms. This was his favorite position so far. Cierra's body seemed like it was made for him. He thought she must have been a rib from his body in a past life.
He buried his face in her sweetly fragrant neck and slowly said, "Lettie was beaten by Armando. She asked me for help."
His tone no longer carried the shadows of the past. Cierra's brows relaxed, feeling happy for him. Lettie was part of his past, a past she regretted not being part of, but she could still respect it. She didn't hate Lettie; with love in her heart, she could melt away the hate.
But that didn't mean she couldn't tease Basil.
"Do you feel sorry for her? Do you want to go save her now? You can leave me here; it's fine."
Cierra's back was against Basil's chest, and he was studying her long fingers, separating them one by one and slowly caressing each one. The more he played with and touched them, the more fascinated he became. He wanted to kiss her round fingertips! He felt a hardening in his lower abdomen pressing against Cierra's hips, realizing that his actions were basically playing with fire.
So, hearing Cierra's mockery didn't affect him at all. "Oh, but I told her to call the police," he explained briefly.
He felt all his attention focused on the hardness in his lower abdomen. It was roaring, expanding, and clamoring for a cool touch. He suddenly imagined her cool fingers touching him, and just the thought of it brought a wave of pleasure that almost overwhelmed him.
"Cierra, I don't feel well—" Basil's gaze was intense, with a hint of innocence in his slightly raised tone. His heart was beating so fast, it felt like he could barely breathe.
Hearing Basil say that, Cierra quickly turned around in a panic. "Oh my, why is your face so red? Are you running a fever?" She cupped his burning cheeks with both hands.
As she turned, her soft pussy faced Basil's immense desire. His forehead was damp with sweat from holding back, and a nearly indescribable tingling sensation surged through his body. He instinctively knew this was both the sweetest and most challenging test.
"I'll wipe your sweat and get an ear thermometer to check your temperature—" Cierra's words were cut off as he captured her breath with a kiss.
The man who had been treating her like a precious gem suddenly acted roughly, as if trying to press her into his chest. "What are you doing!" she blushed and tried to struggle free, but he pressed closer, prying her lips open with his tongue and deeply entangling with hers.
Cierra had no experience with kissing. Since they started dating, the man had always been polite and gentlemanly, only lightly kissing her cheeks and forehead. The most he had done was give her a brief five-second kiss on the lips before saying goodnight the night before.
This was the first time he kissed her so intensely, as if trying to suck out all the air from her chest and lips. Her body went limp, feeling powerless to resist but also unable to refuse. A strange warmth coursed through her lower abdomen as his kisses moved to her neck and collarbone, finally settling on the small patch of bare skin outside her casual clothes, sucking and biting gently.
The woman's giggles broke the romantic atmosphere.
"It tickles, it tickles! Hey, stop teasing me!"
The man's handsome brows were filled with helplessness, his face dark with frustration. He felt his confidence had been strongly shaken by the woman.
He once again precisely captured her laughing lips, kissing her deeply. Her giggles were ruining the romantic mood, and he didn't want to be looked down upon for losing his momentum. His long fingers, through the thin fabric and lace bra, covered her soft breasts. Such blatant teasing during the day, with naked desire right in front of her, even an inexperienced eighteen-year-old girl could understand his intentions.H
But once natural, primal instincts were triggered, it wasn't easy to stop. Even a man with remarkable self-control couldn't suppress the inherent beast within his soul. He repeatedly bit her lips, making her gasp for breath. The woman, with a broken voice, tried to stop him, "Bas—Bas—stop—" but what came out sounded like a moan, and in the man's deep eyes, there was a glint of light.
"Stop, hmm?" The man's hand intimately teased her erect nipples, making her body shudder slightly. She couldn't help but moan.
"But I'll let you off this time—" The man gritted his teeth in pain, a string of sighs escaping his throat. As he suppressed the explosive heat in his lower abdomen, he whispered in her ear, then let her go and quickly walked into the bathroom.
It was still too soon. His woman was so inexperienced and young. Even his strong desire, he feared, would destroy her beauty! He was willing to wait until the day his little woman matured, with no reservations in her heart, ready to fully open up to him. That would be the day of their perfect union.
At this moment, Cierra, still overwhelmed with desire, lay weakly on the sofa, gasping for breath. Her heart was fluttering like she was seasick, making her feel lost. In her dazed state, she decided she had to pack up and go home today. If the man continued unlocking new flirting techniques, she couldn't guarantee she'd return home intact!
