Rosie's Games

Chapter 445: Heading Towards Trouble

WARNING: R18

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Rosalind's heart pounded fiercely in her chest as his fingertips traced the curve of her hips. A wave of heat washed over her, threatening to consume her entirely.

Every instinct screamed at her to protest, to tell him to stop, but she remained silent. After all, he was her husbandthough their union was purely contractual, she couldn't deny the allure of indulging in its tantalizing advantages.

An intoxicating thrill coursed through her veins, whispering secrets of her desires. She had always known deep down that she wanted him, but admitting it had been a source of profound embarrassment.

Her original plan to use him as a pawn in her vengeful game was now shattered, revealing her true longing. She wanted him with a fierce intensity, a yearning that refused to be ignored.

Her body ached to feel the weight of his powerful, masculine frame pressed against her own.

As if reading her thoughts, she felt his hand gently graze her stomach. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as his fingers found her erect nipples beneath the delicate fabric of her undergarments. The material, so thin and revealing, offered no barrier to his skilled touch. His hand glided with precision along the side of her rib cage before cupping her right breast.

"You..." his voice trailed off, thick with desire, providing the answer she had been longing for. "I want you," he confessed, his voice husky and low, sending delicious shivers down her spine.

The question lingered in the air, heavy with anticipation. "But we can wait, can we?" he inquired, his voice almost pleading.

Her immediate response was to deny any delay. She couldn't bear the thought of waiting any longer. After all, she was a woman trapped in the body of her younger self, her desires burning fiercely within her.

"And if I say no?" she boldly challenged, her words slipping out before she could even contemplate the consequences.

A dangerous glimmer danced in his eyes as he absorbed her defiance. His tone dropped to a seductive whisper, tinged with warning. "Then, my dear, we would be heading towards trouble," he murmured, his lips now tracing a path of sensual kisses along the delicate skin below her ear.

Her heart pounded so hard against her chest, she wondered if he could hear her heartbeat. "What if I wanted trouble?" she spoke.

What if she craved the wild, untamed chaos that came with giving in to her deepest desires?

"You didn't just say that..." his voice carried a note of disbelief, laced with a magnetic pull that dared her to defy him.

A defiant fire ignited within her, urging her to push the boundaries. "I just did," Rosalind retorted, her resolve unyielding.

With an effortless display of strength, he lifted her from the tub, his arms cradling her with ease.

In a few swift steps, he carried her to the bed, their bodies now poised on the precipice of a tempestuous union. The room crackled with tension, their desires intermingling as they embarked on a journey where pleasure and trouble entwined, ready to surrender to the alluring chaos that awaited them.

Their eyes locked, the room filled with a charged silence, both of them acutely aware of the path they were about to embark upon. Rosalind's heart hammered in her chest, its rhythmic thud echoing the intensity of her desires. She could see the hunger burning in his eyes, matching her own fiery longing.

He slowly descended upon her, his lips tracing a trail of tantalizing kisses along her jawline, igniting a trail of fire in their wake. The soft brush of his breath against her skin sent shivers cascading down her spine, stirring a whirlwind of anticipation within her.

As he hovered above her, their bodies now mere inches apart, the air thickened with raw electricity. Time seemed to stand still, the world fading away into insignificance as they teetered on the edge of surrender. In that suspended moment, every ounce of doubt and restraint melted away, leaving only a fierce hunger that demanded to be sated.

With a surge of courage, Rosalind arched her back, pressing her body against his, erasing any lingering space between them. Her hands found their way to his strong shoulders, pulling him closer, desperate to feel the weight of his muscled form crushing against her own.

Their mouths collided in a wild, desperate frenzy, their tongues dancing in a fervent tango of desire. Time seemed to dissolve as their hunger intensified, consuming them with an insatiable need for each other's touch.

In the blink of an eye, Rosalind found herself completely exposed, her undergarments mysteriously discarded without her even noticing.

The air crackled with anticipation as Lucas's lips embarked on a tantalizing descent, leaving a trail of fiery kisses from her neck, down her chest, and finally settling on her aching breast.

With skilled precision, his mouth engulfed one of her hardened nipples, while his hand expertly massaged the other, eliciting an involuntary shudder from deep within her core. The sensations overwhelmed her, causing her fingers to clutch desperately at the sheets, her knuckles turning white with the intensity of her pleasure.

She yearned for more, her body aching to be consumed by the fiery passion that coursed through her veins.

Each touch, each caress, sent shockwaves of ecstasy radiating through her, igniting a relentless hunger that demanded to be satisfied.

With tantalizing slowness, Lucas's mouth ventured lower, his warm breath caressing the sensitive skin of her stomach. Goosebumps erupted across her flesh as his tongue traced teasing circles, igniting a flicker of desire that crackled beneath her surface.

A breathless moan escaped Rosalind's parted lips, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation coursing through her veins. Her body quivered with anticipation, every nerve ending electrified by the provocative dance his tongue performed upon her trembling skin.

And then, with a boldness that took her breath away, Lucas's hand deftly parted her legs, exposing her most intimate desires to his hungry gaze. There was no need for further words or hesitationthe unspoken agreement hung heavy in the air.

In a single, mesmerizing motion, his lips found the side of her already slick core, sending shockwaves of pleasure cascading through her entire being.