Omega's Rebirth-Chapter 356: Intoxicating ()

Neveah’s taste was what Menarx could only describe in one word... Intoxicating.

The moment Neveah’s lips met his, Menarx could swear, his world screeched to a halt.

It was the first time Neveah was initiating intimate contact and Menarx’s heart beat had taken a strange pace.

Neveah’s lips were soft and their touch was tender but bold and intentional, Neveah was a woman who knew just what she wanted and Menarx loved her for it.

Her kiss began slow and teasing at first, her right hand rested against Menarx’s cheek, conveying to him a gesture of adoration she could not say in words.

And then, Neveah’s kiss grew intense and passionate, testing every last ounce of self control Menarx believed himself to have.

Leaving Menarx in desperate need for more, Neveah was already so close to him and he still found himself wanting...no, needing her closer.

Neveah pulled away for a moment, her gaze hooded as her tongue darted out to slide slowly over Menarx’s bottom lip.

Menarx’s arousal surged within him and it was a struggle not to flip Neveah over and claim her at that exact moment.

"Scales! Veah, you already know what effect you have on me... you shouldn’t tempt me this way, I cannot resist you..." Menarx grunted in a husky tone.

The strain in his voice revealed his struggle and Neveah herself battled with her own desires.

It was strange, Neveah found the more time she spent with this man, the more she came to adore him...to desire him.

Neveah could see the desire in his eyes and how she wanted to explore every inch of that desire...

To tame her heart and body till it knew and recognised only this man before her eyes... this man who had earned it.

"It’s your fault Narx...I asked you to make me fall for you, but whatever you have me on... It shouldn’t be taking effect so quickly..." Neveah replied slowly, her lips brushing Menarx’s slightly.

Neveah’s words were said in honest confusion, she truly could not understand why this man had such an effect on her.

A growl rumbled in Menarx’s chest at Neveah’s words, the sound of his name on her lips had him imagining just how that same name would roll out of her lips in a scream of ecstasy.

Neveah bit her lower lip, an action she did unconsciously whenever she was deep in thought or aroused.

This time, it was without a doubt that her unconscious action had more to do with the latter.

"Tell me what’s going through your mind right now..." Menarx demanded in a low tone,

I should not want you as much as I do right now..." Neveah replied.

"My Veah ... that is exactly what you should do... because by the creator, I do not think I can summon back any self control." Menarx murmured, pulling Neveah’s lips to his again.

Neveah kissed Menarx back with as much fervour, their lips merged in an erotic dance that fanned the flames of their desires.

Menarx’s kiss grew more needy and Neveah recognised Menarx’s need, giving up control of the kiss entirely to him,

Menarx’s grip on Neveah’s waist tightened as he took his fill of all that Neveah was willing to give.

Everything about this woman was perfection, an excellent blend of strength and brilliance,

At this moment, she was the embodiment of maddening erotic promise, Menarx did not think it was right for anyone to be so addicting,

Yet right or wrong, here Neveah was.

Neveah’s hands trailed from Menarx’s face, her fingers grazing lightly over his skin, just a ghost of a touch down from his cheek to his neck and then lower,

As much of Menarx’s skin that was available to her, which was not so much given the high collared shirt Menarx had on.

Neveah’s touch, light as it was left a heated trail in her path, wherever her fingers grazed over, and Menarx unconsciously wondered why he ever wore so much clothing in the first place.

Had he known clothing could be such an annoying obstacle, his choice of dressing would have been much different.

Neveah undid the buttons of his shirt, slowly and teasingly without breaking their kiss.

Every sane thought flitted away from Menarx’s mind, as Neveah’s lips moved to trail kisses down his neck, following the trail of her fingers.

And having absolutely no consideration for his sanity, Neveah’s hips moved in a slow, circular motion,sending Menarx deeper into that abyss of erotic desire.

There was nothing more than thin layers of clothing between them, Neveah could feel the evidence of Menarx’s desire strained against his breeches,

Every movement of Neveah’s hips sent tingles of pleasure spreading through Menarx.

"Veah..." Menarx groaned quietly, his hands moving from Neveah’s waist down to rest on her derriere,

Neveah’s touch made Menarx’s body speak in a language Menarx himself could not understand.

Every tingle, every jolt...with no effort whatsoever, Neveah had Menarx gasping in pleasure.

Neveah’s hands completely divested Menarx of his shirt, her fingers tenderly tracing the bandage still securely wrapped around his injured arm.

Menarx watched Neveah’s gaze turn pained as she leaned down and placed a light kiss over his injured shoulder.

Menarx’s mind was clouded with desire, yet his heart was filled with warmth and tenderness.

Menarx had not even thought it possible but somehow, he fell for Neveah in this moment all over again.

"You’re not in any condition to...yet you only think to take care of me." Neveah murmured, trailing kisses down from Menarx’s shoulder to his chest.

"Veah..." Menarx hissed lowly as Neveah’s tongue swirled around his nipples, lavishing both with attention before she continued her way down to his torso, stopping at his belt buckle.

"So this time, just let me take care of you..." Neveah whispered, her eyes were fixed on Menarx.

Neveah slowly unbuckled Menarx’s belt, undoing his button and as she did so, her tongue darted out, wetting her lips teasingly

And the only thought Menarx could muster at this moment was that this woman would surely be the death of him.