Eight

Belle, feeling a need to address the tension in the air, took a deep breath. "Look, Keo, I just want to be upfront about something. I'm a virgin, so what happened last night, it's not something I usually do."

Keo, ever the master of sarcasm, raised an eyebrow. "Oh, don't worry. I wasn't planning on making love to you. Your body isn't exactly up to my standards for that," he quipped, a smirk playing on his lips.

Belle's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "Well, excuse me for not meeting your standards," she retorted, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Keo chuckled, his playful demeanor intact. "Relax, Belle. I was thinking of doing something else that you might like very much," he added, the enigmatic sparkle in his eyes leaving Belle both intrigued and bewildered about the direction the conversation was taking.

Keo, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, decided to break the tension with a surprising gesture. With a confident yet gentle demeanor, he extended his arms toward Belle. "How about we leave the bathroom drama behind and make ourselves more comfortable?" he suggested, a hint of sincerity in his eyes.

Belle, unsure of what to expect, hesitated for a moment before nodding. Keo, with effortless strength, scooped her up into his arms. As he carried her out of the steam-filled bathroom, the soft glow of ambient light highlighted the contours of their naked bodies.

Gently placing her on the bed, Keo maintained a subtle yet captivating eye contact. The air between them held a mixture of vulnerability and unspoken understanding. The romantic ambiance of the room seemed to envelop them as they navigated the unexpected turn of events, leaving Belle to contemplate the complexities of the morning and the enigmatic connection that had begun to unfold.

Belle, feeling a curious connection in the intimate atmosphere, traced the outlines of Keo's tattoo with her fingertips. The inked patterns told a silent story beneath her touch, and she found herself captivated by the intricate designs.

Keo, noticing her fascination, raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile. "Like what you see? Thinking of getting one yourself?" he asked, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Belle chuckled softly, her touch lingering on the tattooed canvas. "No, thanks. I prefer to keep my body untainted," she replied, her gaze meeting his with a playful yet sincere expression. The air between them held a subtle dance of connection and banter, each moment carrying the weight of unspoken words in the quietude of the room.

Keo, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, decided to address the unspoken tension between them. "Just so you know, Belle, I don't do mouth kisses," he stated, his tone suggestive and playful.

Belle, intrigued and slightly caught off guard, raised an eyebrow. "Really? And what do you do then?" she retorted, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

Keo leaned in, brushing a soft, lingering kiss along her neck. The warmth of his lips sent shivers down her spine, and he whispered with a hint of sarcasm, "Something like this." The unexpected caress of his lips on her neck added another layer to the mysterious dance between them, leaving Belle both surprised and strangely captivated by the enigmatic Keo.

As Keo's lips curled into a sly smile, a spark of desire gleamed in his eyes. With a gentle touch, he initiated a tender exploration of Belle's form, planting a trail of soft kisses that meandered down her body, each one a testament to his adoration. Slowly and deliberately, his path of affection led him to the tender expanse just above her waist, where his kisses lingered, evoking a sweet shiver of anticipation in Belle's being. The air hummed with an unspoken promise, a dance of intimacy between two souls intertwined in a moment of shared passion and connection.

As his kisses descended to the most intimate part of her, a smile graced his lips, gently pressed against her skin. He gently parted her legs, positioning himself between her most intimate area. Gently spreading her intimate contours, he observed the moist and glistening region. She shut her eyes as his finger glided across her sensitive area, prompting a soft, involuntary sound of pleasure. Putting it in his mouth, he remarked. "You taste so sweet," his words genuine and devoid of any sarcasm as they hung in the air, creating a moment of tender connection.

Belle, though internally pleased by Keo's remarks, maintained a composed demeanor, concealing the happiness that flickered beneath the surface. She offered a subtle nod or a slight smile, careful not to overtly reveal the impact of his words. The air between them held a delicate balance of unspoken emotions, leaving room for the unacknowledged joy to linger in the quiet moments of their interaction.

His tongue glides against her sensitive area, a primal sound escaping from his throat as he savors her. "Fuck," he snarls near her, the reverberations compelling her to draw in a deep breath. The resonance of his rich voice sends a flutter of butterflies swirling in her stomach. "You're incredibly wet," he murmurs in a husky tone.

His tongue traces the length of her entrance, moving deliberately up to the sensitive bundle of nerves. He then gently sucks on her clit, evoking a pleasure-filled cry from her, before slowly gliding it out until it releases. Audible moans and restless movements manifested as her hands gripped the bed sheets tightly.

Without further delay, he returns his mouth to her intimate area, drawing her clit back into his mouth with purpose. "You're stunning, my love," he murmurs, his tongue flicking out for a swift, enticing lick between her legs. Belle's grip on the bed sheets intensified, and not content with that, she seized Keo's hand that kept her legs apart, squeezing it tightly as he continued to hold her in place.

"Oh, goodness, please... bring it back. Don't stop," she whispered as he grinned, delivering another bold lick to her intimate area. "Please, I can't handle this... just bring it back," she pleaded, her cry echoing in the air.

"Oh, darling, it's Keo. A gentle nudge to recall that Keo Ryder Storm generously permitted you to yearn for more. Can you assure me you won't let it slip your mind?" She nodded fervently. "Absolutely, I'll etch it into memory. Now, if you could kindly resume."

"What's there to put back," he quipped sarcastically while she shook her head persistently. "Your tongue... lips... damn it... I need it again... please, Keo," she pleaded. Hearing her utter his name brought a smile to his face, and he returned his mouth to her intimate area, intensifying the suction with more fervor than before.

His tongue plunges into her core, exploring the depths with insatiable strokes. A cry escapes her lips, a breathless and undeniably audible expression of pleasure. Echoes of delight reverberate through the room, her sharp intake of breath followed by a muffled cry as she cascades over the edge.

He skillfully drew her through the peak of her pleasure, and once concluded, he reclined beside her. Casually reaching out, he used two fingers to collect her essence, bringing it to his mouth and savoring it, all while maintaining eye contact with her.