The Forbidden Heiress At The All Male Alpha Academy-Chapter 119: The Taste of Ruin

He kneaded her breasts between his palms, watching her every reaction.

Theo could feel the feeling building up again. The heat rushing down there, the overwhelming urge that she couldn’t control. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she let out a loud moan, and everything blurred around her.

She fell against him, shuddering.

Sylas watched her with a dark, starved look in his eyes. He took her arm and led her to a tree where he kissed her maddeningly again.

She held onto him for dear life as he slipped his hands into her clothes again and palmed her breasts, pinching and teasing her hard, taut nipples. She was breathless and kissed him back with everything she had.

Sylas trailed his fingers around her breasts. They were the perfect mound ~ circular, soft, and her nipples got harder every time he touched them. They reacted, and every shiver that passed through them was another invitation.

He’s always been in control. It was something he had perfected over his lifetime, but from the moment he kissed her, he couldn’t hold himself back. He was already obsessed with the taste of her lips, and now he couldn’t take his hands off her breasts.

He pulled back to stare into her eyes, and she looked insanely beautiful and hot. Her eyes were pools of desire, and he wanted nothing more than to ruin her. He wanted her wrapped around him so tightly that she would only have memories of him.

"I’m going to taste you now," Sylas said softly, his hungry eyes holding hers as he started to bend over, pulling her shirt up.

She gasped, watching as he went down till his face was levelled with her chest. Then, he looked down at them.

For a second, the night was very quiet. She couldn’t hear him breathing anymore. He had held his breath, his eyes devouring every curve of her. Theo has never been naked before anyone before, and heat bloomed up her neck to her face.

The man was literally eating her up with his eyes. At this rate, she might just explode right there.

"Please...," She slipped out.

"Hmm?" He saw the burning desire in her and decided to tease it a little.

His lips came in contact with her skin, and his tongue slowly circled around her areola. Theo almost burst into flames.

Sylas chuckled and continued his little torment.

"Please," She grabbed his head and tried to smash it against her breasts, but he was stronger.

"No, Venom," Every word ripped against her aching nipple, "You have to tell me what you want, first,"

"Just...," She bit her lips.

"Just what?"

The heat intensified till she couldn’t take it anymore, "Please, suck my nipples. Just...do something to them,"

His touch was Cataclysmic. She heard a groan of satisfaction and felt as his lips wrapped around the taut, sensitive, protruding skin, and she braced herself for what would come next.

It smashed through her like a wrecking ball. His mouth pulled hard against it, over and over and over again, and his tongue rolled around him, the wetness of his mouth making it even slurpier.

"Sylas...!" She cried out, and grabbed his head, holding on for dear mercy. Her legs gave out and she was slipping down the tree when he gripped her waist, catching her weight.

He didn’t stop. He drove her crazy with that, and her eyes watered and her body crashed. When he caught the other nipple, it was as if the feeling had just been renewed.

Everything spun, and she moaned and sank her fingers into his hair, gripping his scalp like it was the only thing that could save her.

But she didn’t want to be saved. She pulled him even closer, his head mushed against her breasts while his mouth did the sucking.

She managed to press her legs together, trying to contain the river down there. It was much worse than the last time she was with him, and some of it had rolled down her legs and had stained her thigh.

She could smell it.

He could smell it.

And he wasn’t letting her walk away without having a taste, without claiming it all for himself.

Sylas popped the nipples out of his mouth, and looked up at her.

She was a moaning, breathless mess. He’s imagined her this way before, but the real thing hit much harder.

"I swear," He murmured, holding her eyes, "You taste like a dangerous habit I never want to break,"

He then took a quick swipe on her sensitive nipples again, just to watch her gasp and call his name. She was really driving him senseless.

By the time he pulled up to his feet, her pink nipples had turned red. They stared at each other with hooded gazes, both crazy about what would happen next.

Sylas refused to let there be even the smallest space between their bodies, and his lips hovered over hers, gently brushing every second, making sure he stole her breath anytime she tried to catch it.

She looked down at him, at his shirt. She wanted to take it off and see him in his full glory. She wanted to drag her tongue over his chest just to taste that masculine skin and that scent that kept drawing her in from day one.

She wanted it all.

"Raise your arms,"

His words were almost compelling and she was obeying without a word. He slipped the shirt over her head in a second, and she stood there half-naked, still shaking from everything.

Then, she reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt. Her fingers trembled, and she looked at him every time another button fell open.

She always found him staring at her, obsessively, hungrily, because he couldn’t get enough.

His shirt finally fell open, but Theo did not have time to let her eyes appreciate and drool over him.

Because they were no longer alone.

And neither of them noticed earlier, due to the heat of the moment. Sylas’s eyes narrowed, like a predator sensing instant danger.

Everything happened too fast.

A low, thunderous growl cracked through the trees, and Theo’s body froze as the figure jumped into the clearing, right where they were.

Not because she was scared. But because she knew that growl.

Zeke. His chest heaved like he’d been running for miles and he smelled of rage and something darker, possession.

His eyes met hers.

Theo.

His brows furrowed. Theo? Why did Hellcat look... different?

Half naked.

Flushed.

Pressed against...Sylas.

Zeke’s entire world stopped.