Chapter 7 - Luring The Devil In

Chelsea sat cross-legged on her bed, fiddling with a beaded bangle. She stared ahead but her gaze was fixed on nothing. She had stood agape in the lounge, wondering what went wrong. Unable to decipher the reason for Dylan's silent action, she had gone to her room.

She checked her outline if there was anything wrong but she saw nothing wrong. Her shape was still curvy and well pronounced. The same body she had used to lay down men while swiping their assets off. What was the problem? She just couldn't place her finger on it.

Then something hit her. Maybe he was married. No, she shook her head. These type of men aren't the faithful ones. If he wanted to stop, he would have stopped in the office and not follow her here. Besides, he didn't have a ring on.

"Ugh" she exhaled, resigning to her bed. Less than ten minutes later, she heard her doorbell ring. She didn't recall ordering any room service or food. Lazily, she got up from her bed and trudged to the door. She looked through the peephole and saw Dylan standing with his hands clasped behind him.

Without thinking twice, she opened the door, granting him entrance. As soon as he was inside the lounge, she closed the door and turned to him with her back leaning on the door.

"What happened?" she asked with a sour expression.

He exhaled. "I'm sorry for running off like that" he said calmly, his eyes peering into hers.

Even if she was mad at him for a thousand years, the look on his face right now would melt her heart in an instance. The way he said his apology, though short, was enough to ignite passion in her once again.

She heaved, trying her best not to jump on him and kiss him passionately. "Why did you leave?" she asked sullenly.

He took few slow steps towards her. She felt tension increasing in her as he came closer. A bridge of flaming desire built between them, threatening to explode into a passionate frenzy.

When he was just inches from her, he stopped. "I figured that I hadn't properly asked you out. Making out and even having sex when we aren't official yet, I felt like you would belittle me or see me for a man I'm not. I'm very candid with being responsible so I thought it best to properly ask you out before we go further " he explained.

But no, she wasn't listening to all that. Not in the slightest. All she did was fantasise how those moving lips would work wonders on her body. She subconsciously bit her lower lip as he talked. When he finally brought his hands forward, she snapped out of her fantasy.

Between his hands was a bouquet of long-stemmed roses. He clutched them delicately and slowly brought them up to her.

"I know I've only known you for a few days but I've never had more complete days than these. Will you be mine?" he asked with wanting eyes.

Chelsea was dumbfounded. She had least expected this. Maybe a couple makeouts and a few sex plays. But an official girlfriend? This was not in her expectations.

She exhaled excitedly and jumped on him, squeezing the roses. Not that either of them minded though. They locked each other's mouths in a bout of intense exchanges of kisses.

When they finally withdrew their lips from each other, she looked in his eyes and nodded. "Yes" she said softly. "Make me yours" she added.

He smirked. Without another word, he gently lifted her down. Slowly but rhythmically, he took off her dress gently while she took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. When they were bare to the sole of their feet, he drew her into a gaze filled with pleasure and the next second found them locking lips with each other.

He enveloped her form in his arms while her hands wrapped around his neck. She stepped backwards gently, leading him to her room. On getting to the room, she turned around and pushed him onto the bed. He landed and sat up immediately, watching as she went down on her knees.

Chelsea whipped her hair backwards and took hold of his erected self. She slid her fingers upwards and downwards on it, gently establishing a rhythm. She smiled as she heard him moan softly to the strokes.

Satisfied with the feel, she ran her tongue along the erectile, taking in his slightly scented taste. When she got to the tip, she descended on it with her mouth wide open, completely taking in all of him.

A much louder moan escaped Dylan's lips as he gripped the sheets tight. She began a rhythmic movement on his erectile as she rose and glided down, her pace increasing with each loop. Her fingers held the base, providing support for her oral oscillation. Soon she felt his hands on her hair, gripping tight as he guided her movement on him.

She gave a last slow stroke, finally releasing his erected self from her mouth. He looked at her with eyes full of pleasure and she smirked in accomplishment. She rose up and pushed him down on the bed. She got on him and gently caressed his heaving chest.

He didn't dilly-dally as he returned the gesture with a firm grip on her breasts. He ran his thumbs on her nipples, twirling them in slow circles. She gasped lightly, heaving slowly as more gasps of pleasure escaped her lips. She lifted her hips and touched the tip of his erectile with her nether region.

"Ooh" she gasped weakly as she felt him threatening violent intrusion. His hands squeezed gently on her breasts, drawing out further moans from her.

"Woaaaaaaah" She slid down gently on his erectile, moaning loudly as she descended.

"D-Damn" he heaved as he felt the inner walls of her flower. She waited for a second before going up again. Then she descended. She went up again. She continued in an increasing rhythm, her butt cheeks clapping violently as they tapped on his upper thighs.

He gripped her waist, guiding her oscillation as she bounced unrelentingly. He moved one hand behind her, firmly palming her lower back. His other hand found its way to her breasts, squeezing and caressing them interchangeably.

He felt his erectile stiffen a bit and immediately rose up with her on his body. She anchored her hands behind his neck while he clutched her waist. Slowly, he withdrew and thrust his erected self back in, slamming her butt cheeks hard. He continued, gently increasing his speed.

"Yeah, yeah" Chelsea moaned as she felt him slamming hard on her. She shut her eyes close as she felt an explosion build in her.

"Don't...stop" she exhaled as his thrusts became faster.

"Ugh...ugh...ughhh" he grunted as his toes curled.

"Aaaaaah" he finally exhaled as he felt his semen flow into uncharted territory. Almost immediately, Chelsea's eyes rolled as her whitish grace flowed out bountifully. Her body vibrated mildly as Dylan laid her gently on the bed.

She didn't let go of his neck, pulling him to her. He smirked and planted a kiss on her lips.

"Don't go" she said weakly.

"Don't worry, raven. I'm right here" he smiled and laid beside her. She wrapped her arms around him, placing her head on his chest. He grabbed her affectionately, his eyes fixed to the floral patterned ceiling.

"I'm right here"

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Chelsea woke up to a strange surrounding. It was dark and she didn't feel the comfort of her lounge's bed. Her hand felt the cold of a cemented ground. She rose up immediately and looked around, seeking a hint of light but found none.

"Dylan!!!" she screamed but all she heard were echos. Slowly, fear gripped her heart. She felt she had been discovered by Big Ceaza at the hotel and he had taken them captive.

"Dylan!!!" she screamed again, this time in fear of what they might have done to him. She knew how brutal Big Ceaza was when it came to torture.

Almost immediately, a door opened and light flowed in. She realised she was in a cage as the bars casted their shadows away from the light. She heard footsteps and soon two suited men stood before her. She stepped backwards slowly. They had mean expressions and murder intent shone in their eyes. But no, these weren't Big Ceaza's thugs. They didn't dress so elegantly.

Then she heard another pair of footsteps. These were steady and calculated. By the time the footsteps arrived before her cage, she saw a face that she would recognise even in her dreams. But there was no smirk, no smile, no charm.

"Hello, raven"