CHAPTER 3~

~ HYACINTH CLAUSEN ~

I was not quite sure how it ended up happening, but I found myself pressed against the wall in a shady-as-hell alleyway by a man whose real name I don't even know.

Said stranger’s hands were pressed lightly but firmly against my hips and before I could say anything, King’s lips crashed against mine. I watched him kiss me with his eyes closed, and before I knew it, my eyes fluttered shut too as I responded timidly.

It was not a perfect kiss, but I quite frankly didn’t consider myself to be experienced enough to judge. I never fucked human. I was allergic to them. I wanted to say something, maybe ask King’s real name, but then his tongue suddenly reached out to lick my bottom lip before he used his teeth to tug at it.

All thoughts left my mind as I gasped into the kiss and before I knew it, there was King’s tongue, hot and wet, exploring my mouth, rougher than I would ever get used to.

My body reacted on its own accord, and I brought my fingers up, fisting them into his Armani suit, tugging the other body closer to mine. I tilted my head slightly, as King pressed me further into the wall, and tentatively met my tongue with his own.

I felt him smiling into the kiss as our tongues battled for dominance, and he thinks he tastes a hint of the smoky flavour of scotch he drank earlier on King’s tongue. It’s only when the stranger licks the roof of my mouth using his tongue that all hell breaks loose. Shamelessly, I moaned, far louder than I intended to.

King paused out hotter than the summer kiss, moving his face back just the tiniest fraction to look at me, and I opened my eyes to stare back. He smirked and chuckled, allowing both of us only a few seconds to breathe, before he attacked my lips again, taking advantage of my open mouth.

I smiled slightly, far bolder with my tongue as we kissed for a second time. I moved my hands from his expensive suit to around his neck, tugging gently at the hair at the nape of his neck. King also moved his hands from where they rested on my hips to underneath my top shirt.

The cold air hit my skin as the hem of my top was lifted slightly, but King’s hands had me forgetting all about the night breeze. I could feel myself getting wet as warm hands trailed up my stomach slowly, teasingly, and he whimpered into the kiss again, cheeks flushing slightly at my shameless moans.

“Fuck,” He whispered against my lips as his hands come into contact with my soft skin, breaking the kiss. “Never would have guessed with that top of yours.”

He rubbed and squeezed the soft flesh of my waist and I found myself craving more of his touch and hearing the praise in his deep, hypnotic voice. I smiled, regardless, feeling proud of the reaction I had been able to extract from him.

King looked at me, his eyes glinting as he was taking in the view of me, still panting from our kiss earlier, head leaning against the wall behind me...

“Shit,” He muttered as he rubbed his thumbs in circles across my stomach, fingers splayed against my sides, holding me in place. “You’re gorgeous.” People get butterflies when someone says this to them but what I felt was a volcano eruption.

When I didn’t move my head, still resting it against the wall, King reached forward and licked a tentative stripe up my exposed neck.

“O-oh…” My response was soft but the growl that escaped his swollen lips had the blood in my body rushing lower. I licked it when he did that, the way he woke up the goosebumps. When I didn’t stop him, he licked again, tongue going diagonally across my neck this time.

My hand’s grip tightened on his hair, and he tugged at my earlobe with his teeth, and the sound of his breath reeked something in me before he licked down to the base of my neck. He bit his way across my shoulder, using his nose to nudge away my halter neck top. He changed the side as he started licking the right side of my neck, using little kitten licks to soothe the sensation of the bites.

He repeated the process with the other shoulder once he reached the base of my neck where a vein was drumming along with my heartbeats. By the time he placed his last kiss, I was so drenched and hot.

He must have smelt my arousal. He stepped closer and kissed me again, enjoying how my hands moved to his waist to bring both of our bodies closer together.

King placed his right hand firmly around my hips, holding me in place as his left reached between our hot bodies to cup my wetness... I could not stop my moans as they got louder than before when he kissed me and he took control of our kiss with his tongue.

He could feel that I was getting wetter with every touch and with every passing second so he applied a bit more pressure with his hand rubbing my wetness from outside my panties.

“Pl-ease…” I whimpered into his mouth as I pushed myself up into his hand. When I did so, He removed his hand and broke the kiss, taking a step back. My eyes snap open at the loss of his touch and his tongue in my mouth...

“W-why’d you stop?” I could not believe that I whined, even my voice trembling slightly.

To answer my question he stepped closer and watched me as I stared back at him, and stepped closer, most likely unintentionally, to shorten the distance between them.

“Kinky, aren’t we?” King asked, his voice a tad deeper, as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “You want me to take you right here? Where anyone could see us?”

I scanned around. Fuck we were in the back alley. I almost forgot in the heat of our makeout session... I didn’t respond, as my cheeks flushed with a pretty pink.

“Then…?” I asked anxiously. I wanted to have him. Regardless.

We were standing in the dark alley lit only by one dim streetlight, and now he must be wondering if I was just a desperate bitch and was getting frustrated that he would be leaving without helping me reach the orgasm. The hell I was behaving like a teenager. It was so out of the blue, given the personality I have. I never begged anyone to give me sexual pleasure.

“My place,” King replied. “That is if you’re up for it.”