Brand new desires engulfed Zary the longer and deeper she kissed him.

It almost made no sense to her. These desires, him… everything about this. Especially everything about him.

Right now, it was all too good to be true. And at the back of her mind, she started to question again if Sam was truly nothing but a robot.

But the shocking lust that sliced through her when he sucked on her tongue evaporated that thought as quickly as it appeared. He did not allow her to have the luxury to doubt or even think of anything. This delicious, sinful taste of him easily overthrowing everything.

Now she felt like she was drugged. And she liked it, ached for it even. This high. The feeling of being brought to soar above everything that dragged her down, and there was no need for her to worry about anything else but only to focus and delight herself in the sensations evoked by Sam as his touch burned and imprinted on her skin. She just could not get enough of it.

And he gave what she wanted. When she felt her hunger for him, he started moving with what felt like fierce possession. He was still gentle and slow but there was a hint of something dark and savage at the edges of his every kiss. The way he pushed his tongue inside her mouth and the way he explored her, brought a flood of sensual desires out of her that she never thought could come from her. As though her mouth did not belong to her but was his.

But that only made her want more. She craved and yearned for this robot more and more. It just did not make sense, but she was way past the point of caring.

As she clung to him, he continued delicately exploring her mouth without haste, as though they had all the time in the world to spend together. She did the same thing to him, and he let her carry out her own experimentation on his body, even guiding her willingly and wordlessly.

Then their lips broke apart. Puffs of hot air exhaled from her mouth as their forehead rested against each other. They stared at the other, eyes bright and sparkling from the recent activities.

“Still want more?” he asked and Zary let out a breathless laugh.

“God yes!” She could not even deny it. No… she was done denying her desires. Why should she?

Whatever time she has now was to enjoy herself. Her face was burning red, but the word ‘embarrassed’ was shockingly erased from her dictionary right now. “Tell me this is normal, Sam. Me, feeling and behaving like this. I have never tried out drugs before, but… I think you taste like one. Or at least… you have the effect of one.”

He buried a vibrating sound into her mouth, made her wonder if that was laugh. Then all thoughts were quickly thrown to oblivion again as he turned their kiss into something else. The word ‘dirty’ came to her mind first, but she did not know if that was the right word to describe this.

And the more he gives, the more pleasure he introduces to her, the more she wanted. The further she craved for more. For one heart-thrashing moment, Zary wanted him to take her now, in the most basic way a man can take a woman. Immediately.

As though he heard her thoughts, Sam tore his lips from hers and the next thing she knew, she was being laid out on the bed. Her long hair fanned out behind her, creating the illusion of a dark halo that surrounded her.

Her eyes circled a little as she looked up at him, her whole body tingling in anticipation to the ‘more’ that he would teach her and show her.

“I think it’s time for me. It’s my turn now…” he whispered to Zary, his voice hoarse. But he did not make any moves even after saying that. He only stared at her, scrutinizing the expressions that flitted across her face.

Zary knew instantly without him saying anything more that he was waiting for her consent. A warm feeling blossomed in her heart, thinking that even in this passion-filled moment, Sam still could consider her and whether she was ready or even willing. She swallowed hard, then nodded at him knowing that this would be the point where things would change.

He flashed a heart-stopping smile and caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Don’t hesitate to tell me if you don’t like what I’m doing. I will stop no matter what… if you don’t feel comfortable with it.” He murmured to her before kissing the tip of her nose. She then felt his hand untying her bathrobe.

The moment she nodded again, he tugged at the ties that held her robe close. The next second, she felt the edges of her robe slid sideways and slipped off her twin peaks and exposed her to his gaze. She caught her breath. Heat flooded her face as she turned her face sideways, a little intimidated by his piercing stare at her body.

He did not move for a moment, but she felt his gaze roving her nakedness. Then he bent over and placed a burning kiss at the base of her throat. She felt his radiating heat when his body pressed against hers. His hand slid from her waist up to her breast, careful, lingering, and gentle.

This time, the feeling was different. He had touched her there before but this…

She drew up her knees involuntarily when his mouth latched onto her taut bud. Then he began to toy with it, skimming his tongue, brushing his parted lips against her naked peak.

A quiver ran through her when he tugged her nipple lightly with his perfect teeth. A gasp and moan echoed inside the room.. And her sweet torture did not stop there.