30 His Father's Mistake

[ Chapter 30 ] [ Mature Content ]

All he craved was one taste of her lips. Her raw womanly pink color reminded him the sweetest spring rose bud a brilliant and enchanting pink, promising the delight they may bestow while flaunting such subtle visions of light and dark shades.

He marveled as he wondered deeply upon her delectable lips if they would be as enticing as sweetest honey or of feverishly spicy as he remembered, or soft as silk or cushion like the softest down with every kiss.

The moisture that collected there upon her lips as her passions rose higher drew his attention in closer, once again he heated up with desire and passion to partake of her treasure filled lips.

Her feminine scent engulfed him as she came closer. He would do anything to have more taste, even just for a moment more to be consumed by her very being.

Following every portion, top to bottom, side to side and the very depths between he desired the path his tongue should follow. The bud of her delicate flower began to open taking in the light and what a sight to behold.

He dared say no flowers could ever compare. He stared before he reached in to caress first with his thumb believing this to be a most wonderful dream.

A heat of flame ran through him with his first touch and filled him with the need to have more. Delicately he slid his thumb slowly over those lips that inspired his imagination.

The heat and wetness flowed through the skin to skin contact and drawed his own lips forward. It seemed he couldn't get enough air into his lungs as her very aroma intoxicated him, driving him to near distraction.

He could feel his control losing whilst his hunger and longing increased with every caress, every breathing, as he prolonged his pleasure.

His mind was in a whirl of emotions and thoughts with just a touch he could only imagine the ecstasy of his first taste since the last time. The elation spurred him to touch and caress more.

Her moans and sighs further enticed him and he noticed that she's aroused as he's for her. He could feel her body heat pulsing with every beat of her heart, her breaths grew shallow until she gasped deeply for that needed breath.

Her voice a soft whisper seducing and demanding more. Drawing her lips apart, watching her gorgeous flower open as more of her essence escaped, a deep growl ripped from his chest as he's no longer able to refrain and give into his need, the beast inside took over.

He took her lips like a starved beast over and over again. Plunging his tongue into her depths seeking more of her sweet ambrosia. All else surrounding them faded and all that was present was her and him. The fiend inside devouring her, driven by passion and lust.

A whimper from her and he wrapped his arms around her womanly hips intimately and possessively to continue his savoring of her ultimate dessert. Pressing her closer so that he might delve further into her blossom.

He could die at this moment and still not be sated for just this one taste of her lips has only left him wanting, no needing more and so he reclaimed her lips and allowed his tongue to show her the delights of the world he would present and give her.

He tormented her with his lips and tongue savagely lashing her lips as he plundered for more of her fresh hot nectar. Suddenly her body goes ridged as he flickered his tongue back and forth within his hard won treasure trove like a wolf seeking its prey.

Along with the carnal visual he imagined himself doing her slow and intimate, the series of low frustrated growls echoed through the glassy shower. The hot water streamed down his sculpted back, over his ass and fell down around him.

Julian kept slamming his hand hard and fast over his hardness as he bit down his lip to stop another groan from escaping. He didn't know how she managed to get him so flamed up without even being here herself.

Those lips sure are the gift from heaven, she had a sexiest lips that he couldn't get enough of fantasizing. He growled from the visual and imagined sliding his length into her treasured lips, smearing his veiny maleness with her scarlet lipstick and feeling the warm wetness of her mouth with his enormous size invading her depth.

The image of having such a noblest woman down to her knees wrapping her dignified lips around his maleness was too much of fantasy and he started up a fast pace, the roughness of his palm over his pulsing cock making his legs tremble.

Julian growled under his rapid breathing, the heat of the water and steam enshrouding him, he felt that familiar glowing feeling deep in his belly. He leaned his head back into the glassy wall and shut his eyes against the water he moaned lewdly as the pleasure shot up his spine.

He picked up his pace as the impending explosion built up within. With his other hand he reached under his balls and rubbed the nerves. He wondered what it would be like to have that graceful mouth swallowing his load with those well-manicured nails hitting just this spot.

With that thought he shuddered, it's more than he could stand. Falling against the glassy wall his ass muscles clenched on themselves as the pleasure became too much, Julian bit his lips to stop the roar of completion from escaping as the fire exploded from within.

"Cassandra, Cassandra—"

Julian ended up moaning out the name of his desired one in the series of his obscene roars whilst the long plentiful of thick white essence burst from his balls, erupting from his cock, blasting everywhere within sight.

His breathing was falling short as he kept groaning, barreling out his fertile seed whilst bringing her name repeatedly in his indecent symphony, pumping his gushing cock until he was squeezing out the last oozes of sperm with the tight grip of his calloused hand.

Minute passed by and the self-effort had exhausted him all over again. His 9-inch was red and raw from how hard he had beaten off, yet showing no softening as it would be so eager for another round had it been a real making out. He shivered regardless of the heat around him as the pulses from his cock ended.

Even with just himself, she had made the experience stimulating and mind blowing. He panted resting his back against the wall for a moment more before pushing himself off from the wall and opened his eyes.

Cassandra was no longer in back of his closing lids but instead he could faintly make out his reflection in the glassy walls. His face was a bit crimson. Broad chest heaving with every deep breath and skin flushed red from the heat that encased him.

Julian let the torrential of hot water splashing down his head and heated body, streaming down every line of his flawlessly-chiseled frame and he enjoyed their caress against his sensitive skin and the steamy shower was just excessively relaxing.

Twitching his lips at the fact that it's definitely not the first time of him touching himself craving for Cassandra, Julian squeezed his eyes close and resumed his showering, roaming his hands around his body and each of his sculpted pecs.

It's a bit of shame to find a relief by himself honestly, both Clarissa and Addison would have loved to take care of his needs but somehow, tonight he preferred to handle it by himself. He couldn't help it, Cassandra had been plaguing his mind since the evening.

He's well aware of how badly infatuated he's with her that was why he needed to have her. Regardless of how ideal of a woman she might be, he shouldn't be this infatuated. Cassandra was all his desire conquest, finest conquest he might add but that's all.

Obsession was something he couldn't allow presence in his life. Though to a certain extent he could accept since it's a nature to crave more something he didn't have. He groaned and brushed off the thought of her completely.

Upon finished taking his time on washing and drying himself clean, Julian stepped out of the shower and then pulled on the long black nightrobes of highest quality satin. The feeling of the tile warm on his feet as he traipsed along through the bathroom.

With a few droplets of water on his striking adonis face, mesmerisingly trailing down his succulent skin, Julian made his way through his penthouse in the direction of the living room.

Located on the highest floor of Sky Madison as the proudest and most luxurious unit. The penthouse he owned was designed purely to suit his taste and facilitate seven star luxury of service. Personally designed by one of world renowned interior designers Francesco Zhou to represent an ultra luxury and extensive high-end detailing in an elegant contemporary design.

The penthouse interior design gave the impression of the embodiment of finest taste, mild and masculinity, the high flight of the soul that's reflected in the basic design concept built on the prevailance of gentle combination of dark and light shades, decorative opulent black and gilt layouts, shaped airy chandeliers and a fitted set of highest quality furniture.

Completed with glass walls and 12 feet curtains, outdoor bar, pool and Jaccuzi, the penthouse accentuated the magnificent view of Royal Metropolis. The indoor mezzanine, accommodated a tea room and wine tasting room, which overlooked the vast dining space and lounge. Slabs of marble, onyx, and wood adorned the penthouse, through the three bedrooms, the master bathroom, and the living room.

There was also a staircase that connected to the rooftop that provided access to a private helipad for his personal use.

Time went on and midnight came.

Julian was now in an elegant styled living room sitting straight on an opulent coffee-colored cushioned sofa with his leg over his thigh. The surrounding midnight light was dim, caressing down his well deserved features in a gentle glow.

His face was indifferent as the beautiful view of city night was presented in front of him through the full glass of window panes, seated paralleling him on the left side was Geraldine whilst there was also a middle aged woman in an exquisite black maid gown standing behind him dutifully, Maya, his personal butler.

"I was expecting more from them." Julian responded low, eyes hiding a menacing glow, as he finished listening to Geraldine. It's about her finding a trace of movement upon him. It's been more than three months already since he returned yet those people have just made a movement.

"Don't trace it down." He said, his voice laced with absolute authority. "Let them come."

"Sire, sorry to disappoint you but you wouldn't get what you wanted any time soon. They're relentlessly aware of your motive." Geraldine responded without giving a glance to the person who owned her absolute loyalty.

"That wouldn't make any difference." He trailed off. "They have already known what would come after them the moment they failed those years ago."

"Well, whatever. They're now insignificant to me." What he was after was something they wouldn't be capable of facing.

He wasn't as vindictive as he used to be, they're not exactly the one who responsible for those years of his agony. They could try to come after him or not at all, it doesn't matter. For now he would solely focus on the matter at hand, establishing his name.

The upcoming international business conference is just like a perfect stage for him to announce his presence, he would make sure those people he was after to get his first warning.

"Sire, could I say something?"

It's out of sudden when he heard Geraldine asking a permission without stopping her expertly working fingers over her hacking device.

Julian responded with a nod without casting a glance.

Geraldine paused for a moment before swiveling her head to the left, her face devoid of any expression but one could see that her eyes narrowing as she spoke.

"I assume you already know it yourself. Sire, you're a bit different lately."

Julian knew what she meant about as it's not the first time of her addressing the same issue, she had tried to explicitly reprimand him for multiple times that he shouldn't get closer to Cassandra Qin, aware of the harm she might bring.

"You don't have to remind me. I know what I do, nothing changes me." He responded indifferently.

Him out of all people perfectly knew that he couldn't fall for women, no women could affect him, not after what had happened and after knowing the truth about the fallen of his father himself.

He wouldn't repeat his father's mistake. Irony isn't it that to the world, Davien Long was known for his overbearing charisma, extreme intelligence, countless of accomplishments and being one of few of the world's genuinely prominent individuals of power and influence. All respected him as well as his enemies.

Unbeknownst to them, that deep within his father was nothing but a man who down to his knees before a woman, a scheming and manipulative woman. His father would even worship the land that she would set her foot on. A woman he so treasured with every of his being.

Julian absentmindedly looking at the dark never ending sky. Years have passed yet something never changes. He couldn't bring himself to forgive his mother, not after what she had done.

It truly pained him when he knew that the one who brought the fall upon his father was none other than his own, very dear mother.