Chapter 6

I can feel my insides soaking as his bold and scandalous choice of words tingles my clit. I mentally shut and roll my eyes at myself.

What a fucking hoe, Isla! He hasn't even touched you down there, and yet you can feel a phantom flicker of his finger.

Having him inside my mouth while wearing this thousand-dollar wedding gown doesn't sound so bad.

I looked at Kairos with the same amount of passion and ferocity before I turned my back on him. I caged my hair on my hand and rested it all on the left side of my neck and shoulder. I was giving him access to the right.

Kairos wasted no time within a blink of an eye. His lips were all over my neck and shoulder. I was used to giving pleasure to men. It's a rare occurrence that I receive one from them, and this is one of the rare moments that will go down in the history of my sex life.

Kairos pulled me closer to him. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and he started to rock and grind his hard-on against my ass. I am still wearing the wedding gown, and he is still covered with that tailored suit, but I can feel his length.

"Ah!" An unexpected moan left my lips. I opened my eyes and saw how hot we looked through the life-size mirror placed all over the dressing room. Kairos is staring fiercely at our reflection while he continues to dry hump me from behind and his lips, casually leaving a mark on my shoulder.

"Don't you dare leave a hickey on my neck, K-Kairos ah!" At the beginning of that statement. I sounded bold and brave, like a lioness who won't let anyone walk all over her, but when I felt his hand slowly making their way up my legs. I started to lose my inhibitions. My voice changes its tone, and I end up calling his name in an erotic manner that I've never used before.

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"Fiancée, you are soaking wet... and am I feeling it right? Your legs are shaking," Kairos whispered to my ears in that low and sexy voice. It turned me even more.

I struggled to keep my eyes open to stare at his reflection. I feel too weak to shift my head towards his direction.

"Hmm," I murmured. I wanted something from him. I couldn't name it exactly.

Why the hell am I acting like an innocent virgin? I know what I want from him! I like that long finger to fuck me. I want him to lick my soaking feminity. This man will indeed look good in between my legs, with his tongue sticking out as he licks and dries out my sweet juices.

Hearing the crisp and ripping sound of the zipper as he unzips the wedding gown felt heavenly. Kairos took it off my upper body and left it hanging on the lower part before he guided me to wrap my legs around his waist.

"Shit!" I whispered to him. The soft material of the expensive underwear that I am wearing is starting to feel rough as my desperation for him intensifies. I couldn't wait for us to reach the sofa, so I began to grind myself at him so that I could feel that steel-like hard-on of him.

"Calm down, or we will ruin your little gown, Rory."

I stopped biting my lip to flash a seductive smile. "My insides are aching for you. I don't care about this damn dress right now. You're wealthy enough to get me another one if we ruin this one." I told him, and the sexy beast smiled arrogantly.

Kairos kneeled in front of me after putting me on the sofa. When he finally pulled the wedding gown off my body. I felt so naked and exposed even though I was still wearing my thong and strapless bra.

"On our wedding day. It would be best if you didn't have anything under a wedding gown of yours," he said as he trailed kissed on my left leg after putting it on his shoulder. I let go of my lower lip, that I am biting so hard to control myself from moaning so loudly.

"Why?" I teased him.

He glares at me before he sinks in his teeth and nibbles a skin on my thighs.

"That is not what I want to hear from you, Rory."

"No, anything underneath my wedding gown," I said in defeat, which made him smile cockily.

Kairos continued to tease my thighs with his wet kisses while I pulled and played with the strand of his hair.

"You are using a scented feminine wash?" He looked up to ask me that. It caught me off-guard.

Who in their right mind asks about a feminine wash at times like this?

Kairos leaned closer to my inner core. His finger slid my thong to the side. "A strawberry-scented one," he added, and he got it right.

I was about to yell at him for teasing me because he was close to driving me insane with this trick of his when I felt the first stroke of that sinful tongue against the softness of my clitoris.

"Oh yeah. There. Suck me more, Kairos. Shit, you are so good, ahh!" I mumbled while I clutched my hand on the backrest of the sofa.

Kairos nibbles and suckle my clit while he occasionally burry his tongue on my hole. Fucking me well with it. It's my first time to experience this bliss. Something quickly builds up on my inside as he strokes me faster, and his lips devour my feminity even more.

"Shit, shit, oh! I think I am coming."

"Right on my mouth, Rory. I want your sweetness on my tongue," he said, and just in time, he placed his hand on my entrance. I exploded, and his tongue caught all of my juices.

I breathe out and close my eyes.

"That's a mind-blowing orgasm. Fuck, you are so good." Those words slipped out of my mouth, and when I realized it. It was too late. Kairos already heard him, and I bet he has his brain cells memorizing it.