Fated: The Alpha's Unwanted Luna-Chapter 132: The prized kiss

Viola stopped halfway, hovering just inches from his face, her eyes subconsciously dropping to his lips as he moistened them with his tongue. That simple action sent a faint jolt through her and sparked a tiny shiver that made her gulp. He had pretty pink lips shaped like a cupid’s bow, and when he licked them, they glistened moistly and impossibly shiny, and something funny happened inside her chest that made her heart give an odd little jump.

She quickly averted her gaze from his now-moistened lips and turned her eyes toward his cheek.

"No, darling, it has to be on the lips, not the cheek," Sebastian whispered breathlessly, having watched the movement of her eyes behind her glasses as if he knew what she was thinking. At his words, she looked at him, startled.

"O-on the lips..." Viola mused, moving back slightly and kneeling down with her toes bent beneath her, sitting on her heels. She wanted to tell him she couldn’t possibly kiss him on the lips, but then reminded herself it was just a kiss. There was no difference to her whether it was on his lips or his cheek. She gave him a small nod and leaned in, but just like earlier, she stopped halfway.

Sebastian didn’t rush her. He remained still and patient, watching her furrowed brows as if she were battling with herself. For a brief moment, he wondered if she would pull away entirely.

Then, as if making a sudden decision, Viola closed the remaining distance and pressed her lips against his in a quick, firm kiss that landed on his mouth like a light, brisk punch before she immediately pulled back, moving away from him as she said,

"You’ve got your kiss. I’m not playing anymore, and you will delete—" she was saying, about to stand and escape him, refusing to think about the light touch of their lips, when he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back.

Viola lost her balance and fell into his arms, forced to brace herself by flattening her palms against his hard, warm chest, her fingers spreading across the ink there. She was pushing to stand when she felt his arm snake around her waist, pulling her in to sit between his legs on the floor, her own legs draping over his long leg stretched on the floor.

"W-what do you think you are doing?" Viola questioned, looking up at his face, now dangerously close to hers. She could see the smoothness of his skin and feel the heat of his breath against her forehead, sending a foreign, alarming tremor through her.

Sebastian smiled, bringing one hand to cup the back of her head, his fingers threading gently through her hair, as he said,

"Do you call that a kiss, love?" He leaned down, rubbing his nose alongside hers and whispered, "It doesn’t count. It’s a punch to my lips, not a kiss. Let me show you what I mean by a real kiss. Do you want to feel what a real kiss is like?"

Viola felt her body go rigid as she watched his lips inch slowly closer to hers, pausing as if giving her a chance to refuse. There was no force; his eyes seemed to silently ask permission.

Something inside her fiercely urged her to pull away and reject his kiss, fearing she might not truly like or welcome the outcome of it. Yet another part of her, the curious part that had never been kissed properly before and wondered what a real kiss truly felt like, willed her to stay where she was. Because she didn’t move and only stared at him wide-eyed, he closed the distance between them, taking her silence as a yes.

His lips gently pressed against hers, and the light contact made her freeze as she felt the softness of his lips. They were warm, and her toes curled inside her shoes.

At first, it was a lingering brush of flesh against flesh, a blending of their breath, as if he was introducing her slowly to the feeling of the contact, giving her time to get used to it, or perhaps he was savoring the delightful sparks that rushed to his brain and shot all the way down to his cock.

Then her name, "Viola..." was whispered against her mouth in a way no one had ever spoken it before, and her heart gave a trembling thud inside her chest.

She felt his fingers slide tenderly into the back of her hair, patient, waiting for a sigh from her, yet she gave none. Then his lips pressed against hers again, this time warmer, wetter, more insistent, and the heat of his mouth sent shivers straight through her.

Her fingers clenched into his chest, nails digging lightly into the firm planes as her breath hitched inside her lungs. He parted her lips slowly, teasing, before taking her upper lip gently between his, sucking it with careful pressure, then releasing it softly, leaving her slightly trembling.

An electric spark shot through Sebastian from head to toe as her soft upper lip slipped from his mouth. He caught her lower lip between his gently, testing, teasing. With no protest from her, no flinching, he leaned further in, pressing his mouth fully to hers, tilting his head sideways and slipping his hand firmly behind her neck to hold her in place as he deepened the kiss.

Viola’s body felt utterly weightless, boneless, as if she were slowly melting into him. His tongue traced the curve of her lips with slow, careful strokes, exploring, pressing, and teasing, igniting a heat inside her she had never felt before. A light tingling sparked in her nipples, which had turned hard beneath her shirt, followed by a confusing and utterly foreign throbbing she felt deep in her core that made her want to cross her legs tightly together to trap and contain the strange, overwhelming sensation. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Every motion was deliberate, every brush of flesh on flesh sending waves of warmth and tension through her. She was acutely aware of each movement, each pressure, each teasing slide of his tongue, and it was intoxicating, overwhelming, her brain scrambling to process the pleasure she had never known a kiss could bring.

"Part your lips more, honey," he whispered against her mouth, and she subconsciously parted them without a second thought, barely aware of anything but the sensation of his mouth against hers. In all her twenty-three years of life, this was the first time she had ever experienced such a kiss.

The moment she parted her lips, his tongue slid in, finding entrance to explore her more, and Viola felt a thread of heat explode inside her, traveling downward like fireworks. For the first time, Viola felt a willingness to let a man know this much of her, and when he sucked on her lip again, his teeth grazing her deliciously, she shivered and melted into the strange sensation.

Sebastian was burning, dying for her to return the kiss, as her reaction sent his soul out of his body and back again, so intense it felt almost unreal. She tasted as sweet as honey, just as he had imagined, with an addictive flavor that made him crave more: more of her shivers, more of the little sighs that escaped her mouth to be swallowed into his, more of her body pressed against him, more of her skin and flesh against his hardness.

But he didn’t get any of that. She didn’t push him away, but she didn’t kiss him back either. It was almost as if it were her first time kissing, or she was simply allowing him to kiss her without reciprocating. Which was it? He wasn’t much of a kisser, but on the few occasions he had kissed, the women had become impatient and returned his kisses hungrily.

"Kiss me, Viola... please," he breathed, his voice almost desperate, though he didn’t care. He wanted to feel more of her, to taste, lick, and savor her. He wanted her bare with him on this floor with their heated bodies pressed tightly together, because by everything sacred Sebastian could smell her arousal wafting in the air like an intoxicating aroma from a delicious meal he had never yet tasted, something tempting and irresistible that made his blood burn hotter in his veins.