Novel Square
Chapter-44. Innocent kiss
[Raven]
Xanthea weakly drew in her brows at Asher's words. Her face flushed red.
"What if someone sees us?" she mumbled, lowering her head.
"That's what's bothering you?" He asked, and she nodded.
Asher mindlinked with the transport department and ordered them to diverge all the traffic that could head on this road.
"No one's gonna come this way now and there are no cameras around either," Asher said with a smirk. "So my wife can do all the dirty things she wants to her husband without the fear of being discovered." Xanthea could barely look into his eyes. She was still hesitating.
"Asher has just rerouted the traffic of the entire pack for you," I said and she widened her eyes, panicking slightly as she darted her eyes from me to Asher.
"What happened, wife? Don't want my decision in your favor? Well, if that's the case then... I think I'll have to agree with Ez-"
Before Asher could finish his sentence, she pressed her lips against his. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stood on her tiptoes.
I held back my smile. This girl.
Asher looked at her in half surprise and half amusement as she tried her best to kiss him. Her eyes were tightly shut. Her lips were timid and trembling against Asher's lips, just like her body was against his. "Good devil! She is twenty-three, and she doesn't even know how to kiss." I heard Ezra scoff at her. "Teenagers nowadays kiss better than her. Poor Asher," he mocked.
I let out a sigh.
Well, at least she was trying.
I looked at them and every expression washed away from my face almost instantly.
Asher smiled against her lips before he turned his face to the side.
Frustration knit my brows.
This man can smile!?
He wasn't just smiling, was he fucking blushing?
What the fuck is going on?
I had never seen Asher smile, at least not genuinely. But right now, I could tell his smile was as real as this moment.
Ezra and I exchanged the same judgemental look before we looked at Asher again.
Xanthea tensed up. The restlessness in her body and nervousness on her face somehow turned her body even more sensual. From her collarbone inviting bite marks to her legs requesting to be spread apart and her pussy screaming to be fucked hard.
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Gulping tightly, she was about to withdraw her hands from his chest when Asher gently seized her wrists, wrapping them around his neck as he pulled her in. His hands tenderly blanketed her hips as though they were about to share a ball dance.
Hugging her, he kissed her forehead before he gently caressed her cheeks and leaned down closer to her face.
She stepped back, and he pressed into her against Ezra's bike.
Their eyes locked, and a mix of desires churned between them. Xanthea looked uncertain, but I could see it in her eyes that she was undeniably drawn towards him.
Her body shuddered as his index finger curled beneath her jaws. His thumb traced the curve of her cheek. Xanthea shut her eyes, savoring his touch as their scents intertwined with the winds that danced around them.
"Why are you so cute?" He whispered. "What should I do with your innocence if not ruin it like I want to?"
She widened her eyes, taken aback by his words. Shame washed over her as she buried her face in his chest.
Innocence? Was our omega bride really so innocent? What was innocent about her? Her sultry eyes or her lustful arousal? A kind of innocence that was compelling me to shove my cock to her depths and turn her into a not so innocent mess.
But I held myself back. I wanted to see how she would get the permission out of Asher.
Asher cupped her face and made her look into his eyes. Her face was beet-red.
"Ok, now look into my eyes, Xanthea," Asher said, but Xanthea kept averting her eyes out of shame. "Xanthea! Take a deep breath and look at me." Taking a deep breath, Xanthea looked into Asher's eyes.
"There's nothing to be ashamed about. It's ok. I've never been kissed like this before..."
"I am sorry, Alpha I-"
"I liked it," Asher said, and the tension in her body faltered away.
"Y-you did?" she asked hesitantly.
Asher nodded, still holding a faint smile on his face.
"This kiss was... pure. It was innocent. It was you and I want to experience 'you' more. So, take your time, but show me more of you, Xanthea. Be as clumsy and naïve with me as you can. It's ok. Hmm?" Xanthea nodded, nibbling on her lower lip.
"Good," Asher murmured. "Why don't you try again? But this time, kiss me more like I am yours..."
Something unfathomably captivating lit up in Xanthea's eyes as his words hung between them.
I thought she would smile, but she held back her expressions. But she couldn't hide what a few words from his mouth had done to her heart.
Her chest rose and fell faster as Asher closed the distance between them even more.
"You like it gentle, do it gently," Asher whispered, brushing his lips against her earlobe. "You want it rough? Just let me know."
Xanthea bit her lower lip. A hint of lust darkened her eyes as she took in Asher's face.
I had never seen that look in her eyes before.
My eyes remained transfixed on her. Her eyes were burning with desperation as her body sensually arched against his frame and her sweet arousal whispered to the winds all the desires she tried to hide. She rose on her tiptoes again. This time, with a little more confidence, she looked into Asher's eyes before her gaze dipped to his lips. She looked at him again as though asking for his consent. Asher gave a slight nod, and she brushed her lips over his.
There was extreme restraint and patience in their interaction. It was slow. More like their lips were having a confidential conversation in a completely another language of kisses.
The patience with which Asher embraced her and stopped himself from dominating made me impatient. That was something I could never even think of doing, but...
Something unsettling and dark ignited in my chest, and I didn't like the way this inscrutable stir burned me.
That made me rethink what Asher said before. Were his words merely to comfort her in his space or... did he mean them?
He had surrendered himself to her as though he were truly hers.
Xanthea clenched the front of his shirt and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. I saw their tongues unite at the corner of their lips. Asher rested his hands on the bike seat flanking her hips. The way her body calmly unfurled in his space reminded me of a bud blooming into a sensual rose.
With a gasp, she parted from him, breathing heavily.
They shared a moment, lost in one another's eyes.
"Shall I?" He asked.
Xanthea gave a weak nod.