what after the 5 kisses?
“Don’t tell me the moon is shining. Show me the glint of light on broken glass,” - Anton Chekov.
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Have you met a man whose eyes can make you stick to the ground; his presence wants you to roll over and hid underneath the surface and makes your nervous system h****k.
She had.
He came rolling over in her life like a typhoon. Not only placing himself in her, deep. But also leaving her disheveled and breathless.
His cruel nature asks for water from the devil and mercy from angels.
His name is enough for people to surrender and bow.
And his wish to complete the things after the five kisses……..
.~*.~*.
Gaze unabashedly roamed over her form, lingering near her navel, tracing the curves, and fixating on the nape.
His eyes paused on her pouty lips, a desire within him yearning to crush that delicate flower.
A lady accidentally dropped a vase, her remorseful eyes meeting the intense gaze of the attractive man standing in the hall.
His previously relaxed hands unconsciously tightened. Such a chaotic woman she was!
Returning his focus to the woman who quickened his heartbeat, he disregarded the hungry stares fixed upon him.
Ladies subtly adjusted their blouses, captivated by the exposed masculinity before them.
His features were both distinct and elusive, challenging to absorb all at once. His firm jaw could soften hearts, yet the cut on his shoulder added a layer of mystery, creating a captivating allure. An intriguing blend of attraction and repulsion emanated from him, teasing the senses.
"Who is she?" Edward inquired, settling beside his partner.
'Who?' his partner questioned.
Scanning the room, his eyes found the woman in the red dress. He sensed his master's intense gaze fixed upon her. While Edward recognized her face, he knew much more.
The lady was Ana Gosling, sister of the no-longer-a-bachelor groom, Neil, hosting the party.
It was evident she didn't reside with him, evident in the distinct city vibe she exuded.
A few steps away, Neil observed the two gentlemen. Intent on thanking the guests, he was well aware they attended after his senior's special request. He knew they would be free today, allowing them to show up. Besides Edward, not even his bodyguard Xavi was easily approachable.
But one look in Edward's eyes dissuaded him from extending an invitation. Those dark, lust-filled eyes couldn't deceive a man. He hurried over to his sister, instructing her to retreat to the back room.
Ana was pensive.
'What's the sudden rush?' she was eager to ask but waited patiently for him at the back of the room.
Edward observed her marching back after Neil said something to her. Glancing back at Xavi, they shared a hidden smirk.
They both knew why the man had sent his sister away, but it was a tad too late.
Edward took a leisurely sip of his drink, placing the empty glass on the table. Tousling his hair and rubbing his lips with his right thumb, he declared to Xavi, "Wait for me," before standing up and buttoning his coat cuffs.
Xavi nodded slightly, continuing with his purple drink.
Edward strolled through the hall, aware that what he sought was somewhere in the depths of the rooms. Spotting her approaching from the opposite direction, he took in her figure. Expecting a greeting or at least a smile, he was surprised when she walked past him.
He chuckled inwardly and said, "Excuse me."
She turned but remained silent.
Contrary to Ana's expectations, his voice was neither enticing nor as soft as she had imagined. It felt wild and authoritative, as if issuing orders.
Desiring to respond confidently and ask, 'What's the matter?' she hesitated due to her overwhelming doubt.
'Not just his voice, but his presence felt abnormal too,' she concluded. Though she concealed her nervousness in her body language, she feared it might become visible later. Her instincts screamed that his aura exuded power.
Edward shifted his gaze to the lady's figure, shamelessly fixating on her lips while he controlled himself by placing his hands in his pants' pockets.
Ana considered the possibility that she might be imagining his call due to her nerves.
"I apologize. I must be on my way," she attempted to escape, but her wrist got caught in his hand.
"That soon," he remarked.
Being this close to him was vivid and tempting. The pace at which he closed the distance between them was not to her advantage. His hand reached her waist, causing an electric jolt, and her spine straightened.
Nothing hurried, all raw, and moments difficult to digest.
She placed her hand on his chest to maintain some distance.
His hands took both of her hands above her head. Smiling at her futile attempt, he angled his head to claim her lips.
Her throat went dry, breaths coming in long patches. She wanted to request to be let go, but her mind revolted with thousands of thoughts.
As she was about to shout 'no,' he kissed her, indulging in a blissful sin.
For a few seconds, he simply savored her lips before granting her a brief reprieve. Attempting to push him away again, he pressed his body against hers and took her for a second kiss. As her face lacked oxygen, he released her a little, and she gulped a few quarters of air.
He passed one hand to the other, holding her two thin wrists with a single hand.
She gave him a deadly glare with her eyes, and he skimmed his finger over her lips. She turned her head to avoid his hand, but Edward jerkily held her chin and pressed his hips against hers, biting and chewing.
Thinking he had had enough, he let her move back.
Ana's hands clutched her dress, helping her absorb the moment. She looked at the figure that had just molested her.
Edward and Ana's eyes met, and he put his hand on his forehead.
"Dammit," he said more to himself, and again pressed her against the wall, kissing her forcefully.
Only loud and lewd sounds echoed as Edward indulged himself for a few moments. He experimented with every style of kissing and every angle.
Ana merely moved in his forceful direction. Her eyes followed the two men standing and watching them intently. She gestured toward them.
"Hey," she whimpered.
But Edward was quick to take control. He jerked her to himself and kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth.
The poor lady's makeup and dress were so wrinkled that she could be misunderstood. The man shared her lipstick. As soon as Edward left her to move, she fled back to her room and locked it.
The two friends were astonished by this. Xavi came up looking for Edward, and his manager-c*m-cousin, Ashton, who had just shown up at the party.
Ashton took out the soft roll of his pocket and handed it to Edward to wipe the red glow from his face, saying, "So, what's next after the 5 kisses?"
