Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 507

Chapter 507: Say less

[Warning: This Chapter contains mature and explicit content. Not advisable for minors. Skip the Chapter.]

The force that pulled Penny into the bathroom was so strong that she barely caught her breath. Before she knew it, her back was against the door. The impact, however, was lessened by the arm that circled her waist.

Her eyes shook momentarily as she felt Zoren’s firm body pressed against hers. The heated air of his breath touched her upper lip, making her slowly lift her gaze to meet his. A few buttons of his inner dress shirt were already undone, and his hair cascaded over his brows. As he lowered his head, the shadow cast upon his face accentuated its natural contours.

"Ren... ren?"

His arm rested firmly at her side, his lips parting as he breathed out, "I can’t."

"Not tonight," he whispered, tilting his head as he lowered it. "I can’t let you go tonight — not tonight."

Whatever he wanted to add and whatever she wanted to say rolled back into their throats as their lips met. Her brows creased, her breathing suspended, igniting a hunger for her in her mouth. Penny clasped his shoulder, her toes curling until she found herself standing on tiptoe.

He was stealing all her air away, but eventually, she found comfort in it. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stretched her toes even higher as she deepened the kiss. Like she said, unless he did something, she would keep playing the hypocrisy game.

But with this, she couldn’t pretend anymore.

Letting him squeeze her and press his body against hers, she felt his hand hurriedly drop to her leg. He guided it up, spreading her open, trying to feel her. As the fabrics of their groin areas touched, all he felt was the heat from the junction of her thighs, and she felt his — his hard and tight erection against hers.

She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

"Penny," he whispered into her mouth, moving his lips to the side of her neck. A soft moan escaped her parted lips, arching her back and stretching her neck.

Their hunger, excitement, overwhelming desire, and madness slowly consumed them. It almost made them feel tonight would be the last night. And if it was going to be that, then they’d happily share this moment together.

Before she knew it, the loose shirt she thought would protect her fell to their feet with a snap. Yet, the process barely paused their kissing as their lips met again right after. Her arms quickly found their spot on his shoulder while his hand traveled down her back.

His palm stroked her spine carefully, slowly, meticulously. It was as though he was trying to memorize every curve and contour of her skin before his fingers eventually reached the hook of her bra. Nothing was said as he unhooked it with a snap.

A surge of thrill traveled through every fiber of his being, making him almost tremble. To relax, he focused on her sweet lips, biting and licking them gently. _{freёwebnovel.com}

Oh, just how sweet she was.

As soon as those words rolled off his tongue, he bit her bottom lip. His hand reached for her nipple, pressing his thumb on it lightly. Penny flinched, a reaction she didn’t mean, feeling electrified. Fortunately, Zoren was there to ease her surprise with a kiss.

"Penny," he called, his voice hoarse and low. He stroked her cheek with the apex of his nose, his lips gently brushing against her skin. He didn’t speak for a moment, but his hand gently fondled her breast while keeping her nipple between his thumb and index finger.

She shuddered, letting out a short whimper of pleasure. He pinched a little harder just to hear that sound, smiling as he licked her jaw.

"I’m taking you tonight," he whispered in her ear, his mouth falling open as he placed another soft kiss right under her ear. "Say yes," he added, planting another kiss lower than before.

Penny arched her neck, barely hearing his remarks. She could only moan, her brows creasing as his fingers rubbed her nipple. After a moment, she partially reopened her eyes and drew back a little. With her palm resting on his chest — the hand that still had a stitch — she pushed him back gently.

Her brows rose slightly as she searched for his pair of dark eyes. For a second, they held each other’s gazes, the fury within them reflecting in their eyes.

"Yes," she whispered, pinching the lapel of his dress shirt. "Yes."

A look of satisfaction shone in his eyes as he leaned over once again, saying, "Say less."