Chapter 425: A Kiss To Remember...

Amelia’s pulse was already racing. She managed a tiny nod. Stan leaned in slowly, giving her every chance to pull away. She didn’t. His lips met hers in a careful, closed-mouth press, soft, warm, almost tentative on her part.

Amelia held still, eyes fluttering shut, the simple contact sending a surprising shiver down her spine.

Then Stan took control.

His hand slid up to cup her jaw, thumb resting just beneath her cheekbone as he tilted her head the slightest degree.

His mouth moved against hers with quiet confidence, coaxing rather than demanding. When the tip of his tongue traced the seam of her lips she hesitated for half a heartbeat, then opened for him.

The first slow slide of his tongue against hers pulled a soft, involuntary sound from the back of her throat.

Heat bloomed low in her belly. The kiss deepened, unhurried and thorough, wet, warm, the faint taste of him mixing with the residual coolness of the night air still clinging to her skin. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet cabin.

Amelia’s fingers curled into the front of his shirt, then drifted lower to grip the edge of the leather seat as if she needed something solid to hold onto.

Her breath grew unsteady. She leaned into him without realizing it, chasing the next stroke of his tongue, the gentle pressure of his mouth, the way his free hand had come to rest at the side of her neck. She didn’t want it to end.

When they finally broke apart both of them were breathing harder. Amelia’s lips felt swollen and tingling.

She kept her eyes down for a moment, cheeks burning, chest rising and falling too quickly.

Stan laughed softly, low, affectionate, not mocking at all. "It’s just a kiss, Amelia. Don’t be shy..." His voice dropped. "You’re even sweeter than I imagined. That look on your face right now..."

She forced herself to meet his eyes. "That was... a lot," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t know it would feel like that. Don’t laugh at me..."

"I’m not laughing at you." Stan’s thumb stroked once across her cheek. "I’m just glad I got to be the one. My love."

The endearment landed differently this time, quieter, more deliberate. Amelia’s heart stuttered. She stared at him as if trying to memorize the exact shape of his mouth, the softness still lingering in his eyes. Stan leaned in again and pressed a tender kiss to her cheek, lingering there for a second longer than necessary.

"Alright... goodbye, my love."

She nodded, still flushed, and stepped out of the car on slightly unsteady legs. The cool night air kissed the heat still burning in her face. She closed the door carefully and started toward the hotel entrance without looking back.

Stan remained in the driver’s seat, watching her go.

His eyes tracked the sway of her hips with unapologetic hunger.

The fabric of her clothes clung to the curve of her waist, then flared over the full, rounded shape of her ass with every step.

The movement of her legs was smooth, almost elegant, yet all he could think about was how those same legs would look spread open or wrapped around him.

He imagined the sound her breath would make if he pulled her back into the car right now, the way that ass would feel under his hands, firm, soft, perfect for a sharp spank that would leave a print.

He wanted her on all fours across the leather seats, wanted to hear her try to stay quiet while he ruined that untouched innocence one slow thrust at a time.

The thought of her voice breaking on his name, of her body learning exactly how he liked to fuck, settled hot and heavy low in his gut.

He was already hard, the ache sharp and insistent. Tomorrow, he promised himself. Tomorrow he would start teaching her everything she didn’t yet know she wanted.

Only when the glass doors of the hotel swallowed her completely did Stan start the engine again.

The Lamborghini’s low growl filled the quiet garage as he pulled out and drove away into the night.

...

Stan kept the Lamborghini at a steady speed, the engine’s low purr vibrating through the cabin as the city lights thinned and the darker stretch of highway opened ahead.

Neon reflections slid across the hood in long, liquid streaks. One hand rested loosely on the wheel; the other lay against his thigh. His body was still tight with unfinished want.

The memory of Amelia’s mouth refused to fade. That first tentative press of her lips, the soft heat when she finally opened for him, the way her tongue had hesitated then answered his.

He could still taste her. His mind replayed the sway of her hips as she walked away, the full, rounded curve of her ass under the fabric, the narrow waist, the way her legs moved with quiet elegance.

He wanted to pull her back into the car, bend her over the hood right there under the parking lights, and spank that perfect ass until it glowed.

He wanted her on all fours across the leather seats, back arched, breath hitching while he took her from behind, slow at first, then harder, deeper, until she forgot every careful word she had ever spoken and could only moan his name.

The thought of ruining that untouched innocence, of teaching her exactly how he liked to fuck, sat heavy and hot low in his gut. His cock strained against his pants, the pressure insistent.

He shifted slightly in the seat, eyes still on the road, but every mile only fed the hunger.

He drove on for another few minutes, lost in the same loop of filthy images, her flushed face after the kiss, the sound she might make if he bit the soft skin of her neck, the way her body would tremble the first time he pushed inside her.

Then the air changed.

An invisible pressure cut through the night at extreme speed, aimed straight at him. No killing intent. The energy felt calm, almost familiar, yet his instincts still flared. His hands tightened on the wheel. Muscles coiled. Combat readiness flooded his system in a single heartbeat, but he was trapped inside a moving car and the thing was simply too fast. There was no time to dodge.

The invisible force slammed directly into his mind.

For a split second he was about to demand what the hell had just hit him.

A calm, feminine voice echoed clearly inside his head.

[I know I’ve been asking for much as of late, but can you get me that glassy toy you new age humans use to communicate long distance without Qi... I saw a human doing interesting stuffs with it with my divine sense and got curious...]