Chapter 91: Chapter 91

FOR THE FUTURE --- TWO

JANELLE'S POV

Wait........, tell me this guy isn't serious about what he is saying, he must be joking, .....like...., okay right now, I am speechless as fuck, I don't even know what to say to him.

Maybe, it wasn't as romantic as I saw on the television, watched in shows, heard in radios and the rest of it, but God!!!!!, this is just my own very world, it's the best moment, I want to relieve in it, like I own this little little, small world of mine.

He was going to be the centre of my world, and I would not even give a damn about it. I wanted him, the fuck!!!!!, I have only wanted him, all my life, everything I want, he's just so fucking perfect and God knows I would cherish him like my whole life depends on him.

I would give him more than just Yes, if there are other words I could add to, 'Yes, I Love You', God knows I would add to it, but now those are the four words that I can only think off.

My thoughts are clouded and hazy, but the fuck!!!!!, I don't care.

His deep smooth, masculine voice brings me out of my deepest thoughts.

"Babe, I won't ask you again, because even if you don't have any word to convey what you want for both of us, please don't waste your saliva, you could use it for something better......

I have words to carry us both along, and if your response to my question is a big fat no, then I am so sorry baby, you would be joking, you know why?, Come let me show you", Rashid says as he tucks his arms beneath my waist and urged me to the window.

"Look down", he orders.

He opens the window bind and I bend my head to peer down the window.

"What can you see?", he asks.

"Your men?", I roll my eyes.

"Yes, they are my men, you know why they are suddenly around the house?", he questions.

"Yes, to protect you....., wait... No, I don't know, tell me yourself", I object.

"If you give me a No, right now, they would kidnap you to Qatar, and you won't hear a word from your parents any longer, you would just be mine and mine alone, I don't care how your parents would be worried about you.

Secondly, if it's a Yes, better for us, you would follow me back to Qatar on your own accord, without me forcing you to, although it won't pass this month, because I plan to travel by the end of this month, but just incase you feel like you would want to stay longer, I would still have no other choice but to Carter you off like my spoils of war", he grins.

I slapped his hands away from my waist, "You are sounding like a cave man", I confess.

"Your caveman", he adds.

"So.... what's your response?", he questions.

"You are so unromantic, not even a bit, but I would rather love to spend my entire life with an unromantic bunch like you and be the happiest woman on Earth.

Secondly, I don't think there is any other woman that would want to make your life on Earth a living hell, but me, so I guess I also have to say a yes to that......, also.....

"Shut up and kiss me", he stops me from talking further as his soft lips descends on mine.

RASHIDS' POV

I placed my hands at the back of her neck, and urged her forward to my kiss, damn since I saw her walk into my reading room, I had been wanting to kiss her.

As I brought her lips close to mine, she tried resisting, I licked on her lips, and suckled on it, I left her lips which made a loud plop sound.

She brought her teeth together, making it hard for me to gain entrance to her tongue.

I started slowly, kissing her slowly and coaxing her to respond to me, she didn't even try to show that I was really doing a good job.

I coaxed her mouth, I bit down hard on her lower lips, she gasped from the pain, that gave me entrance to her mouth, with that I plunged my tongue into her mouth.

I pushed past her teeth and delved in kissing her deeply, the force of the kiss pushing her head back for greater access.

JANELLE'S POV

He slid his tongue into my mouth, mating with it. At that time I wondered how it would feel when his tongue is in my damn wet core.

I did feel my pant getting soaked up by my fluid.

He kept kissing me rhythmically, mimicking the rhythm of love making as old as time.

I brought my trembling hands around his neck, damn, I couldn't get enough of him, I wanted more.

You can call me greedy, but, I want him, am definitely gonna get him, I wanted his hard length rubbing against me.

Even though I won't feel him through physically, I wanted only just the rubbing contact.

I circled my trembling hands around his neck, I did that in an effort to support myself while he kissed my mouth, with such fervor and intensity.

His kiss was like that of an Alpha marking his mate, like he owns me, and damn, I really don't care, I just wanted more of him.

I shivered from my thoughts, and moaned into his mouth.

I wanted physical contact, I felt like I would explode in circles if I don't do that.

I brought my hands to the front of his shirt, his button had been opened to his navel button.

I forced my mouth away from his, I opened the buttons to the last one.

I didn't dare look at him, I felt he would give me mocking face, gawd such hairy chest, I brought my hands to his chest and rubbed on it.

I heard him inhale sharply, I too dragged lots of breath into my lungs, I couldn't believe that I had the guts to touch this stranger.

He brought his lips back to my mouth, my hands roamed his body, I was oblivious to any other thing except from his kiss, his smoldering kiss, the kiss that threatened to sweep me off my seat.

I pushed my questing hands to his nipples, I tugged on it, he drew in a tagged breath.

He stopped immediately, "Janelle, if you would let me, I don't want to embarrass myself by climaxing when I am not even started with you.

Take it easy Janelle, we still have a long night", he said as he smirked.

That was a smirk of victory of me, but my bashful self didn't let me read more meaning into his words.

I could hear the quickness of my breathing and feel the slam of my pulse as I waited for Colton to kiss me again.

"Damn, what is he waiting for?", I thought. The moment seemed to spin forever, my legs trembled.

I could feel his intense stare on my trembling hands. I in turn looked down to his hidden crotch, damn it looked so thick and enormous, I could outline the shape and size of his phallus.

He carried me up and strode me on his legs, that was mind-blowing. I felt his crotch pulsating near my vagina.

There was a time for me to regret my impulse, I wavered on the verge of panic.

He took my mouth in his, deftly, demandingly, with no hesitation or gentleness, I felt my knees weaken with relief and swamped by fierce desire.

I knew from the first second that I was way out of depth, I have been kissed before, but, God help me, never have I been kissed so thoroughly.

She started grinding her hips on his, "Dior, mádmòîséllê, so exquisite".

His hands went to the opening on my dress, his hand firstly cupped my breast, the warmth of his palm seared me.

Suddenly the sensible winter wool of my gown seemed as flimsy as mushlin and as insubstantial in it's protection.

His thumb grazed my nipples, it puckered immediately and came alive in all it's glory in his hands, I moaned beneath his lips as cool shivers of desire set me shaking.

His fingers continued the torment on my breast, I was trapped between his legs, I was unable to escape this sweet torture, this blatant and blowing torture.

I couldn't escape the delicious stroke of his palm against the curve of my breast and the rub of his fingers over my nipples.

My body tingled from that point of contact, begging for release from something so torturing and yet knew with the deepest of instincts that i needed.

With head back, I writhed against his brief, his penis was slightly in contact with mine.

I went for his belts and unbuckled them, I raised myself up, so I could slip it down to his knee.

With his trouser off, I started grinding on his hard lenght slowly at first, trying to memorize the feel of his masculine length.

I couldn't condone it anymore, I started grinding on him fastly.

I writhed on him, my fingers pressed hard against his shoulders, small cries of need and frustration forced from me.

""Hush Janelle..", His voice was low and harsh yet filled with an undertone of amusement and mockery.

The roughness of his stubble brushed the smoothness of my skin and made me squirm.

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My head was hazy, "We have to stop", he says.

"Why?", I frowned.

"For the future, as much as I want to drop you on that desk and devour you like there is no tomorrow, we would still have more and more of this when we reach Qatar.

I Love you", he says.

"I Love You More", I cooed.