Novel Full Chapter 532 I Want This, I Want You *
Chapter 532 I Want This, I Want You *
Villain Ch 532. I Want This, I Want You *
In that suspended moment, Allen closed the gap between them. Their lips hovered on the precipice of a kiss, tantalizingly close, yet he held back, savoring the anticipation. Vivian could feel the warmth of his breath, the electric charge of their proximity.
Just when it seemed inevitable, Allen’s lips grazed hers with the gentlest of touches, a tease that left her craving more. It wasn’t a kiss, not yet, but a promise lingering in the air.
His hands, explorative and deliberate, charted a slow course across her body. One hand, a tempting journey from her waist to the curve of her buttock, the other daringly slipping beneath the fabric, tracing the contours of her skin. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, each touch a deliberate caress that demanded her attention.
The gentle touch of their lips barely meeting, the rhythmic exploration of his handsβeverything unfolded in slow motion, amplifying the intensity of the moment. Vivian was acutely aware of every nuance, every sensation that Allen orchestrated.
In this deliberate dance, Allen’s actions were a masterful blend of tease and temptation. His touch was a revelation, a tactile exploration that left Vivian yearning for more. Allen ensured that every sensation reverberated through Vivian’s senses. π‘π²πππͺπ.πππ’
“Beg me. Say that you want this⦔ Allen’s voice, heavy with desire, hung in the charged air.
“Allen…” she breathed, her voice a delicate whisper. “I want this. I want you…” The words escaped her lips in a soft murmur, a plea wrapped in desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared yearning, the intimacy of the moment painting the scene in hues of passion.
A low chuckle escaped Allen as if he relished her response. A small, sweet first kiss marked the beginning, a tender connection between them. Allen responded with a low chuckle, a sound of satisfaction that spoke volumes. As their lips pressed together, the initial sweetness transformed into a deeper, more intense exploration. His grip on her lips tightened, and the kiss evolved into a passionate exchange.
Seconds later, Allen delved further, introducing a playfulness with his tongue. The kiss became an intricate dance, a mingling of desires that surpassed the physical realm. The room seemed to dissolve, leaving only the intoxicating connection between Allen and Vivian, a shared moment etched in the rhythm of their intertwined breaths.
The kiss tasted sweet, a delicate flavor that echoed the tenderness of a blossoming romance. Allen’s tongue played in Vivian’s mouth with a slow, rhythmic cadence, reminiscent of a couple sharing their first date. It was far from stiff or lustful; instead, it carried an undeniable warmth and a genuine sense of affection.
As the kiss deepened, Allen’s hand moved upward, a subtle gesture that spoke of comfort and reassurance. The touch was pleasant, creating an atmosphere of intimacy that resonated with Vivian’s desires. In that moment, she found herself enjoying the gentle embrace, but beneath the surface, a subtle craving stirred within her.
‘I want more than this…’ the thought echoed in her mind. Her body yearned for something beyond the soft sweetness, a desire that danced on the edge of passion. Yet, expressing such a longing seemed to be a challenge. The kiss, while satisfying, left her with an unspoken need, a silent plea for a connection that transcended the boundaries of comfort.
The sweetness of the kiss took a sudden turn, transforming into a wild and passionate exchange that left Vivian breathless. It was as if Allen had read her unspoken desires, unleashing a side of him that was both primal and intoxicating.
As if reading her mind, Allen’s kiss became fervent, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fervor that mirrored a serpent’s dance. The heat between them intensified, a blazing connection that ignited every nerve in Vivian’s body. Simultaneously, his hand moved from the small of her back to the back of her neck, asserting a possessive grip as if she were a prey ensnared by a predatory beast.
The intensity grew. Allen’s other hand deftly unhooked her bra, adding a layer of vulnerability to the electric atmosphere. Vivian, caught in the whirlwind of sensations, managed to gasp, “A-Allen,” her voice breathless and laden with a mixture of surprise and desire.
A smirk adorned Allen’s lips, a reflection of his satisfaction. “Yes, call my name,” he groaned, punctuating the command with low chuckles that resonated with a primal energy. The atmosphere seemed to pulse with the raw, untamed passion that surged between them, a dance of desire that unfolded in the realm where boundaries blurred, and inhibitions crumbled.
In a swift, almost rehearsed motion, Allen expertly removed Vivian’s semi-mini cotton dress with a single pull, unveiling her form in one graceful gesture. The fabric slipped off her body like a whisper, leaving her standing vulnerable yet mesmerizing in her bare essence. The semi-mini dress, designed for easy removal, served its purpose as Allen effortlessly revealed the beauty underneath.
With a seamless transition, Allen’s other hand found its way between her cleavage, deftly unclasping her bra in a single, fluid motion. He tossed the discarded lingerie carelessly behind him.
Suddenly, Allen exerted a gentle yet authoritative push, guiding Vivian to lie down with her bare torso exposed. Her hands, freed from the restraints of her clothing, naturally fell above her head. In a commanding move, Allen pinned both of her wrists with just one of his hands, asserting control over the unfolding intimacy.
Everything transpired in a blink, leaving Vivian momentarily dazed and caught off guard. Her internal monologue echoed her surprise as she thought, ‘Huh?’ Her confusion was palpable, as if she had just awakened from a dream to find herself ensnared in Allen’s grip. Her gaze instinctively sought his, and as her eyes met his, a subtle mix of shock, anticipation, and desire played across her face.
In that fleeting moment, the room held an electric charge, a tension that hung thick in the air as two souls collided in a dance that transcended the boundaries of the ordinary.
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