Kill Me, My Love

Chapter 27

"Morning"

Lina woke up at dawn. Sam was still sleeping beside her (even though he had no need to replenish his strength). Carefully, she got up, wrapped in a blanket, and approached the panoramic window. The sun painted the sky in shades of pink and orange. The beauty took her breath away. The girl wanted to absorb all the colors right now. She felt like the sun that was just waking up after a long sleep, like a flower unfolding, discovering the world.

She touched the glass with her palm, and amazing sensations coursed through her body. A kind of sweet fatigue and languid relaxation. She wanted to spend the whole day lounging in bed with Sam. Talking, hugging, making love... It seemed that she could spend her entire life that way.

"Darling," the man murmured sleepily.

The girl flinched in surprise but quickly composed herself, laughed, and returned to bed.

"What is it, darling?" she intentionally emphasized the last word.

To her, it sounded like the most beautiful music in the world.

"I'm hungry," Samael said, pulling the girl closer.

"Unfortunately, I can't help you with that. I don't know how to cook."

"I'm not talking about that hunger," the man smirked slyly and began kissing Lina's neck. "I don't understand how it's possible."

"What do you mean?" the girl asked, feeling like a little cat receiving affection from its owner.

She wanted to arch under the sensual touches of the dark man.

"I'm talking about how illegal it is to desire you so much."

"What's illegal about that?"

"Absolutely everything," Samael whispered, traveling his lips down to her shoulder. "Those delicate shoulders, that back... Those little eyes, those sweet lips. You are so alluring that if I gave myself free rein, I would make love to you for weeks without stopping."

"Are you that insatiable?" Lina wriggled out of the man's embrace and sat on top of him, locking his hands in place.

"You have no idea how insatiable I am."

One swift movement, and the girl was back down. And again, this sweet torture. His unhurried lips sought to cover every inch of her skin.

Her body quickly began responding to his caress. It seemed like it had received enough just a few hours ago. But no. There is never too much pleasure. Butterflies appeared in her stomach, and her consciousness was clouded with a sweet haze.

"Lina, my darling, the best, the unparalleled," the man's tongue continued its hellish dance.

Now he teased her breasts, now he'd traveled down her belly. Just a few more centimeters down, and he hit the target. A wave of pleasure washed over her like an avalanche, pulling a hoarse moan from her lips.

"I want to try something with you," Samael said, pulling away from the sensitive spot. "The dark ones who invented this position were professionals in lovemaking."

The man lay on his back, positioning Lina so that her mouth was almost near his member. And before the girl realized what was going on, Sam's tongue found her clitoris again.

Subconsciously understanding what her lover desired, she bent down carefully and kissed the rigid organ. Receiving her sweetness, Samael worked his tongue more vigorously, and Lina continued to experiment. At first, she kissed, gently playing with her tongue and lips.

It was like pure madness. Touching him with her lips, getting to know the man, she received even more pleasure than if she were just lying still. Excitement took hold of her. She no longer realized where Sam's tongue was and where hers was; they moved in sync, merging into a rhythm that drove her insane. The more pleasure she felt, the faster she moved, confidently working her mouth.

And when she felt that she was on the verge of reaching the peak, the dark one stopped, flipped Lina over so that she was on top, and abruptly entered her. An orgasm seized them in an instant. She could only grab the bed's edge with her hands, drowning in sweet waves of ecstasy.

When her body softened, Samael kissed the girl and pulled her close, gently touching her hair.

"If I wake up and fall asleep like this every morning, I will be the happiest man on the planet."

"And I the happiest woman," she smiled and touched her hand to Sam's chest.

His heart beat slowly and powerfully, like that of a true athlete.

"What are we going to do today?"

"What would you like to do?"

"There are many options: lie in bed, lie in bed again, and once more, lie in bed."

"So you're a lazybones," the dark one smiled widely and pinched the girl on the butt.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed. "Don't do that again."

"And what will you do to me?" the man squinted mischievously.

"I'll punish you."

Lina leaned close to Sam's mouth and at the last moment, instead of kissing him, bit his lower lip. Not too hard, but it was noticeable.

"Child's play," Samael commented on her act. "I don't know about you, but I'm terribly hungry."

He got out of bed, found his pants on the floor, and put them on. Lina froze in admiration. She didn't understand how someone could be so divinely beautiful. Disheveled hair, hot lips, bottomless eyes, a perfect oval face, and that body... Each muscle was defined, clad in tanned skin. No wonder that girl at the party fell to her knees, begging Sam to notice her.... The dark one was like a drug. The more time you spent with him, the more you wanted him. There were no boundaries or stop signs. You could never have too much of him. You could never be oversatiated.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, noticing her keen gaze.

"I'm admiring you," Lina smiled.

Some inner sixth sense whispered that this couldn't be real. You couldn't feel this happy. But despite everything, she felt like she was on cloud nine.

"I suspect your culinary skills could use some improvement?" the man asked-stated.

"Well, yes. So what?"

"There's a kitchen here; we could cook something for breakfast."

"I'm all for it, but I can't guarantee the results," the girl also got up, searching for a dress.

"Better wear this," the man handed Lina his jacket. "You'll look incredibly hot in it."

She took the offered garment and threw it over her bare body. She felt a bit ridiculous in it: the sleeves were too large, and the length barely covered her butt...

"Doubtful idea," the girl concluded, looking at her silhouette in the window.

Perhaps for sexual pleasures, such an outfit would work, but for cooking food, clearly not.

"Just you don't know how to adapt," Samael approached her, squinting slyly, slowly buttoning all the buttons, then rolled up the sleeves above her elbows. "Is this better?"

The girl turned around. She raised her arms above her head. Yes, it was indeed comfortable now; the jacket transformed into a mini dress of a sexy housewife busy in the kitchen, generating appetites for her lover just by her appearance.

"Let's go," Sam took the girl by the hand and led her out of the room into a long corridor.

"Will anyone see us?" Lina asked in alarm.

"No one," the dark one replied tersely.

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