38 Desire

He moved and kissed her earlobe. She shivered under him.

So she's sensitive here. He smirked.

He continued down to her neck and stopped at her collarbone. Raising his head, his gaze settled on her lips. Unable to restrain himself, he took a deep breath and blew it through his mouth . . . and covered her soft lips with his.

At first, he was just licking. Unsatisfied, he bit and sucked her lips, making sure he was gentle about it, afraid of waking her. But his growing desire melted his reasoning, and he parted her lips with his tongue, exploring the wetness within her mouth.

It was sweet, more than he imagined it to be.

He didn't like sweets, but oddly, he found himself addicted to this kind of sweetness.

He tilted his head and deepened the kiss. His tongue gently rubbed hers to numbness. His body was about to explode from the surging heat. His manhood had long been erect and bulging, and the pain was making him crazy!

He was labeled as asexual. He lacked interest in both women and sex. It was alright with him since he could focus more on his works. Never he imagined that this sixteen years old enchanting girl would awaken his dormant desires.

From there and then, he wanted to make love to her.

Only her.

He licked the saliva dripping from her mouth and proceed to lick her neck, sucking her collarbone. He then ran his tongue lower. His slender fingers tugged her top, exposing her cleavage. Slow and gentle, his tongue caressed the top slope of her soft breast before sucking the softness of her skin.

The pain in his lower region was unbearable by the second.

He was about to grab her hand and knead it against the hardness of his cock when a voice from behind pulled him back from his lust.

"What are you doing?!"

He froze. Bucket of cold water splashed his face. He realized that they were still in a public area. Although it was a weekday, there were still a few people around them.

They were currently nestled on elevated land, overlooking the lake. Their position was secluded by trees and was not easily seen.

He laughed a little, couldn't believe that he lost his self-control at just the sight of her sleeping face.

Regaining his calm, he gently tucked his coat over her, covering even her neck. He positioned himself, hiding her from view before facing the interloper.

"Cain, what the hell do you think you're doing in broad daylight?"

The man's voice was clear and deep, suppressing his anger as he didn't want to wake her with his yelling.

"What do you think?" Cain sneered, challenging the man's gaze.

The man was no stranger to him. His family and his were longtime friends and partners in some businesses. However, he was not close to him nor his family. They never talked much. If they met, they just greeted each other, respecting their works and life.

But now . . . he just wanted to punch the man's face for poking into his business.

Zhander's face darkened, warped with anger. If it weren't for the few people looking their way and the sleeping girl, he would rush and beat Cain to the ground.

He was taking his afternoon jog when out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Cain kissing someone. Actually, he didn't care what Cain was doing. But upon discovering that the person he was kissing was the girl he's interested in, he lost all reason and was about to unleash hell when he noticed that the girl was sleeping. Afraid of waking her, he controlled his temper.

"Cain, are you going out with her?" Zhander could barely hold his anger. His hands were clenching into fists.

"What is it to you?" Cain retorted. His voice chilly calm and low, yet his tone was rich in contempt and provocation.

Zhander closed his eyes, reminding himself that he was older than Cain and had to be the mature one in the conversation.

He looked at him and said, "May I remind you that you're already engaged with someone else."