Chapter 8 Kissed Her Torridly

• Absinthe was peacefully sleeping when Vander slowly lay on the bed beside her. It was cold, dark, and eerie. He caresses the waist of Absinthe, up and down.
• His lips touched her shoulder, giving a small kiss on it. The side of his lips rose and chuckled upon hearing Absinthe's groan.
• His hands traveled to Absinthe's delicate part, slowly massaging it. He guided his hands to pull down her pajamas and gently stroke her vulva, up and down.
• He hears the moan that sent shivers down his spine. He rubbed it, looking at Absinthe's reaction while her eyes were closed. It was already midnight but he can't sleep.
• He also sneaked his hands to his, pulling out his manhood and guiding it up and down. He closed his eyes, simultaneously stroking their delicate parts.
• His hard and long shaft was a bit bigger. He's looking at Absinthe's reaction all the time. Absinthe thinks it was just a dream that someone is pleasuring her.
• "Hmm..." She moaned.
• He continued stroking it. At the same time, licking his lower lip. He looked up and savor the sensual pleasure he was giving in.
• "F-Fuck you... Absinthe you made me like this, shit!"
• Absinthe didn't wake up while Vander was pleasuring her. It was a good night for him because he could do it without her complaining and struggling in his arms. He stops until he could reach his climax. He explodes beside Absinthe, gets off the bed, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
• The room was filled with silence the next morning. Absinthe gets up on the bed, creasing her forehead, and her eyes linger with annoyance. Her eyes darted beside her only to find out Vander was merely topless. He was laying on the bed, his back facing the ceiling.
• "Damn, why do you need to be this hot?" Absinthe murmured.
• She licked her lower lip, roaming around her eyes to her buds. Goodness! Early in the morning, she was dripping wet already. But she wondered when she noticed her pajamas were not fixed. She clearly remembered that it was fixed throughout the night when she laid down on the bed.
• "Fucking hell!" She cussed. "He took advantage of me..." she whispered.
• She was pissed and to know the truth, was to wake the sex addict up. With all her strength, she kicked off the man who is peacefully sleeping and snoring on the bed. Vander fell to the floor with an aching ass and waist.
• Vander blinked twice and creased his forehead. "What the hell is your problem?!" He shouted, madly.
• Absinthe avoided his gaze at his topless body. She couldn't stare at him directly. Vander's body is a temptation, she couldn't restrain herself if she continued crossing his body early in the morning.
• "My problem is you." She pointed directly. "Why do you have to sleep beside me if you can sleep in the other room?"
• Vander sighed. "I didn't know that I slept in here last night. It was late and I couldn't manage to open the other rooms." He answered, caressing his aching ass.
• Absinthe knitted her forehead. "You know what?"
• "What?" He wondered.
• "Let me sleep in the other room. You're taking advantage of me, Costello." She gritted her teeth because of uneasiness. "I know it was not just a dream last night. I know you did something horrible to my body."
• Vander quickly crossed between them. He didn't let go of his gaze on Absinthe. His breath filled Absinthe's nostrils, it was a mix of mint and she could also smell the fragrance of alcohol. He closes their gaps and Vander didn't even blink.
• He touched her cheeks, and Absinthe struggled. She had to do that because if she didn't, their lips locked. Vander slowly leaned on her, wearing his lopsided grin, ear to ear. Her heart twitched as he closed the gap between their lips.
• Vander kissed her torridly; her eyes went wide upon sharing a kiss with him early in the morning. Until Vander pushed her onto the bed and dropped on top of her without breaking the kiss.