Chapter 40: A kiss

Dalia was confused. The only reason she couldn’t release all the secretion she produced was that her mate couldn’t last long during their mating sessions.

She didn’t hear anything about this from her mother. In fact, her mother also didn’t know about mating as much as Luke did. And the funny part is, he still doesn’t have a mate.

“How can you be so sure about it?” Dalia asked with her eyes narrowed.

Luke shrugged, “I mean, hasn’t it worked? Your body is behaving more normally and you feel lighter every morning.” He tilted his head before adding, “Tell me I am wrong.”

She didn’t say anything because he was absolutely correct. She couldn’t explain what she feels every time he gets done with her body. It was as if she had been living with a burden all her life and with each session, that weight fades.

However, slowly, rather than the burden, an itch has surfaced inside her which asks her to get…touched by Luke every single day. It was nothing but a desire to experience that sensation again and again.

She chewed her lip…if learning what he had to teach could allow her to get rid of this urge…

She finally asked him, “What do I need to do?”

Luke couldn’t suppress a grin from etching on his lips before he told her, “First, strip for me.”

She had grown accustomed to this intoxicating ritual after only two sessions, the hesitation melting away like wax under flame.

Without a word, her fingers slipped beneath the thin straps of her one-piece dress. She eased them down her shoulders in one slow, shy motion, letting the soft fabric glide over her skin.

The dress whispered as it fell, pooling in a silken heap around her ankles.

Her heavy breasts spilled free, full and slightly pendulous, swaying gently with the movement.

The dark, pebbled nipples stood proud and tight, flushed deeper than the rest of her skin, aching visibly for the heat of his mouth, the rough pad of his thumb.

A fine sheen of sweat already glistened along the gentle swell of her belly, catching the light and drawing his eyes to the soft, inviting curve of flesh that invited him to play with her body until she grows to a sloppy mess.

His gaze drifted lower, tracing the dramatic dip of her waist flaring into wide, fertile hips. The sight made his cock throb painfully behind his pants.

Then there was only the thin scrap of her underwear left—damp, clinging lace that barely concealed the swollen mound beneath.

The fabric was darkened at the center, soaked through from hours of restless need. He had already mapped that secret place with his fingers before…and intended to go a little beyond soon.

Dalia hooked her thumbs into the waistband, breath coming in shallow pants.

Luke inwardly chuckled. He didn’t tell her to remove her panty and yet here she was, eager to let a man other than her mate to see her drenching sex.

She peeled the panties down inch by torturous inch, the wet material sticking briefly to her engorged lips before pulling free with a soft, obscene sound.

A glistening thread of arousal stretched and snapped as the fabric finally dropped to join the dress at her feet.

She stood bare before him now, thighs trembling, pussy lips puffy and shining, the dark curls matted with her own slick. The scent of her arousal hit him like a drug—musky, sweet, desperate.

Luke took a slow, steadying breath, his voice dropping to a husky command. “Come closer.”

Dalia obeyed without hesitation, drawn forward like iron to a magnet.

His gaze had darkened, heavy with intent, and it pinned her in place.

The closer she stepped, the smaller she felt beneath that stare—yet her body answered before her mind could catch up.

Her nipples tightened to painful points, a fresh rush of heat bloomed between her thighs, and her breath came in shallow, unsteady sips.

When she was near enough to feel the warmth radiating from him, Luke reached out. One strong arm banded around her waist and yanked her flush against his body.

Her heavy breasts crushed against the hard plane of his chest, soft flesh spilling and molding to him. The contact sent a jolt straight to her core. She gasped softly, but he didn’t give her time to recover.

“Part your lips,” he murmured against her mouth, voice rough and low. “Breathe through your nose.”

Confusion flickered in her eyes. She opened her mouth to ask why—but the question never left her lips.

Luke sealed his mouth over hers in one swift, claiming motion.

The kiss was obscene from the first second.

He didn’t ease her into it. He devoured. His tongue plunged past her parted lips without preamble, hot and thick, stroking deep into the wet cavern of her mouth.

Dalia stiffened for a heartbeat, startled by the sudden invasion, by the slick, muscular slide of him tangling with her own hesitant tongue.

She had never experienced anything like this—never been kissed at all—and the raw intimacy of it short-circuited her thoughts.

Luke groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating against her lips as he angled his head and took more.

His tongue curled around hers, coaxing, then demanding, swirling in slow, filthy circles that mimicked exactly what he wanted to do lower down.

He sucked on her tongue, drew it into his own mouth, and bit on her lower lip just hard enough to make her whimper. Saliva slicked their lips, the wet sounds of their mouths meeting loud and shameless in the quiet room.

His free hand roamed downward. Broad palm splayed over the generous curve of her ass, fingers digging into the soft, heavy flesh.

He kneaded roughly, possessively, then slid both hands lower. With a firm grip on each cheek, he parted her heavy buns wide, exposing the sensitive cleft to the cool air.

Dalia moaned into the kiss, hips jerking forward on instinct as the stretch sent a dark, delicious thrill racing up her spine.

Luke pressed himself harder against her. His cock—thick, rigid, straining painfully against the confines of his pants—ground into the soft give of her belly.

The friction was torturous for him, maddeningly good. Every roll of his hips dragged the swollen length along her skin, leaving a faint damp spot where pre-cum had already begun to soak through the fabric.

He rutted against her shamelessly, letting her feel every inch of how badly he wanted to bury himself inside her.

All the while his tongue never stopped its vulgar dance—plunging, swirling, licking into every corner of her mouth until her own tongue finally responded, clumsy at first, then greedy.

She chased his, sucked at it, let him teach her the rhythm of something she’d never known existed.

When he finally pulled back—just enough to let her breathe—thick strands of saliva connected their swollen lips.

Dalia’s eyes were glassy, dazed, pupils blown wide. Her chest heaved, breasts rubbing against him with every ragged inhale.

Luke licked the corner of her mouth, tasting her there, then rasped against her slick lips, “That’s a kiss, Dalia. And we’re nowhere near finished.”

His fingers flexed on her ass again, spreading her wider as he rocked forward once more, letting her feel the full, throbbing promise still trapped behind his pants.

Leaning closer to her ear, he whispered, “Now go down on your knees. The class is about to start now.”

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A/N:- Dalia won’t be a harem member most probably.

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