Chapter 587 - 183 Flannel and Fire

Chapter 587: Chapter 183 Flannel and Fire

Lila’s POV

I ransacked my closet in Daniel’s fortified penthouse, searching for the most unseductive sleepwear I could find. My fingers located what I needed at the bottom of my dresser drawer - a shapeless flannel nightgown decorated with tiny flowers. The garment had buttons running down the front and two ridiculous pockets positioned at thigh level, falling modestly past my knees. Exactly what I was looking for. I paired this disaster with the most unflattering undergarments I possessed - oversized cotton panties that prioritized practicality over any hint of seduction. The finishing touch was an absurd pink sleeping cap I hadn’t touched in ages, complete with an enormous bow positioned directly on my forehead. I studied my reflection in the mirror with grim satisfaction. No man in his right mind would find this ensemble appealing. Let the notorious Martinez family heir try to charm his way out of trouble now. After witnessing this spectacle, he would probably volunteer for extended surveillance shifts at the precinct for weeks.

When I entered our bedroom, Daniel’s dark eyes swept over me from head to toe. I bit down on the inside of my cheek to suppress my laughter, reminding myself that I was genuinely upset with him for falling asleep when I had specifically asked him to stay awake and wait for me.

He rose from the king-sized bed and began circling me like a dangerous predator evaluating his next move. After completing his thorough inspection, he positioned himself directly in front of me, muscular arms folded across his broad chest.

"Impressive attempt, little one, but you would manage to look irresistible even if you were wearing a garbage bag." In one fluid motion, he seized me and deposited me onto the mattress, positioning his powerful frame above mine. "Now I find myself debating whether to methodically unfasten each of these buttons or simply tear them all away in one motion."

I could not suppress the involuntary sigh that escaped my lips, secretly hoping he would select the more aggressive approach. It was completely futile attempting to maintain my anger toward him. He possessed an uncanny ability to dismantle my emotional defenses every single time.

"That sigh reveals everything I need to know. The second option wins."

He positioned himself strategically over me, his hands caressing the sensitive skin of my neck before gripping the neckline of my ridiculous nightgown. With one forceful tug, he split the fabric open down to my waist, sending buttons scattering across the hardwood floors of his secure apartment. His hands traveled methodically down my body before hooking into the material once more, pulling with controlled strength until the remaining buttons surrendered completely. I swallowed nervously, feeling completely exposed in my deliberately unflattering undergarments. I anticipated him to either laugh at my appearance or perhaps lose all interest, but instead he simply removed the destroyed nightgown and flipped me onto my stomach. His fingers traced the outline of my cotton panties before turning me back over to explore the front seam.

"It reminds me of unwrapping an unexpected gift," he murmured, his voice carrying that husky tone that always made my pulse race. "One you have been anticipating but cannot decide whether to tear open immediately or savor the process." The man was an absolute master of seduction. "I believe I will take my time unwrapping my precious package."

He hooked his thumbs into the sides of my underwear and began pressing kisses against my stomach. With deliberately torturous slowness, he slid the fabric downward while his mouth traced a burning path along my skin. He did not pause between my legs but continued his kissing journey down to my ankles as he removed the garment entirely. After dropping it carelessly to the floor, he quickly shed his own clothes and returned to hover over my naked form.

"I absolutely loved your surprise," he whispered before capturing my mouth with his.

His kiss was filled with passionate intensity, our lips molding together with perfect compatibility. A burning sensation spread rapidly through my entire body as his tongue glided across my lips before delving deeper into my mouth. The heat radiating from his naked body barely touching mine caused me to moan without any conscious control.

"Daniel, please!" I heard myself begging, genuinely surprised at how quickly he had reduced me to pleading with nothing more than a single kiss.

"Patience, little one. We have all the time we need, and today we are going to savor every moment," he replied, his lips barely separating from mine.

Gradually, his body made complete contact with mine, his chest sliding against my sensitive nipples. He pressed his hips firmly against me, pushing me deeper into the expensive mattress. My legs parted instinctively, but instead of entering me immediately, he chose to tease by rubbing his hardness against me, creating perfect pressure in exactly the right location. I found myself teetering dangerously close to the edge of release from this intimate contact alone.

"I could be buried inside you right now, make you come with your legs wrapped around my waist while I take you hard and fast," he whispered, his voice sending electric shivers down my spine. "But that is not my plan. Not right now. I have different ideas in mind."

He reached toward the bedside table and retrieved a small jar of strawberry preserves. "You are obsessed with this stuff," he said, dipping his finger into the sweet contents and tasting it. "It tastes good, but not like this." He scooped more preserve onto his finger and spread it across my nipple with deliberate care.

His mouth descended immediately, sucking with controlled intensity while offering his preserve-covered finger to my lips. I tangled my hands desperately in his dark hair, holding him close as I sucked his finger with matching fervor, loving the sensation of his lips, tongue, and teeth against my increasingly sensitive skin.

"Absolutely delicious," he murmured before applying preserves to my other breast and repeating the entire process with methodical precision.

His hands roamed everywhere while his mouth systematically drove me toward insanity. Each calculated touch brought me closer to the release I desperately craved. He unhurriedly spread the sweet preserves across my skin, savoring every single inch with his tongue, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. When he grew tired of the preserves, he set the jar aside but kept his mouth pressed against my skin.

"You taste incredible any way I have you," he said, returning his attention to my breasts with renewed focus.

His hand found its way between my thighs, and I arched completely off the bed at his first deliberate touch. He slid two fingers inside me, discovering that I was completely ready for him. My hips began moving frantically beneath his skilled hand while he pinched my nipple with his other hand. My moans grew progressively louder as he created absolutely exquisite sensations throughout my body. When his hands moved to hold my thighs apart and his mouth replaced his fingers, I was completely lost. His tongue, lips, and the gentle scrape of teeth quickly pushed me over the precipice.

My hips moved frantically against him as I called out his name repeatedly, wave after wave of intense pleasure washing over my entire body.

He continued his ministrations, his lips tracing the inside of my thighs before returning to my center, deliberately building my arousal once again. When he finally moved over me, he kissed every available inch of skin – my stomach, breasts, neck – before finding my lips again, allowing me to taste the mingled flavors of myself and the sweet preserves on his mouth.

"What you do to me, little one..." he groaned with genuine emotion.

"Make love to me, Daniel, please!" I begged desperately.

Unable to resist any longer, he aligned our bodies perfectly and entered me with ideal pressure and speed, creating delicious friction that drew his name from my lips involuntarily. His movements were simultaneously smooth and vigorous, making me lose all semblance of control as he went deeper with each calculated thrust.

"Come with me, little one!" Our lips met again as I clung to him desperately.

My back arched dramatically off the bed as an intense climax struck me like lightning, resembling fireworks exploding behind my closed eyes. At that exact same moment, I felt him lose complete control, his own powerful release pouring into me. Being held securely in his strong arms was absolutely perfect – always perfect in every possible way.