Chapter 228: Loving Her [1] [R-18]

"Ambrosia..." he began softly.

She tilted her head, her expression open and attentive, giving him time to continue.

The soft bathrobe clung to her still-damp skin, outlining the soft curves of her body.

She looked at him with an open, attentive expression, waiting for him.

Amon felt something inside him finally settled.

The nerves that had been buzzing since they entered the room quieted.

He stepped closer, closed the remaining distance, and gently took her by the waist.

Before she could react, he pulled her onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Don’t pull me like that," she said, though her voice lacked any real protest. "I am not young enough to handle such jerks."

Her small hands pressed lightly against his chest, more out of habit than resistance.

"I couldn’t wait any longer."

Amon leaned in and brushed his lips against hers.

His hands rose to cup her face, thumbs tracing the soft line of her cheeks as he looked into her eyes.

"I want you.... I want to keep you."

A soft flush spread across Ambrosia’s cheeks.

She pinched his shoulders with a small pout, though her eyes had already grown warmer.

"You’re going to give me a heart attack." Her fingers brushed across his lips.

Her breathing had already started to quicken.

She was on her last string of self control and Amon could feel her desires showing up.

He knew she still worried about how he would see her.

In the end for the world, they were still mother and son even if it was only in papers.

"What are you looking at so intently?" he asked.

Neither of them answered as their breathing filled the quiet room.

Her hands stayed on his face while his slid down to settle firmly on her waist.

"I love you," he said.

A smile broke across her face. "I love you too."

The moment the words left her mouth, Amon closed the distance and kissed her properly.

The kiss was deep and hungry.

He bit and sucked at her lower lip, and Ambrosia answered with equal intensity.

Her hands slid into his hair, pulling him closer as her tongue slipped past his lips.

His arms tightened around her, drawing her flush against him until the soft weight of her breasts pressed into his chest.

His hands began to explore more freely, rising from her waist until one of them settled over the full curve of her breast through the thin bathrobe.

A soft sound escaped her as his fingers sank into the yielding flesh.

He reshaped it beneath his palm while his mouth claimed hers again, sucking gently on her tongue.

The room filled with the wet, intimate sounds of their kiss.

Neither of them pulled away. Saliva gathered at the corners of their mouths and trailed down in thin strands, yet they only pressed closer.

Amon’s free hand continued its restless path.

He realized she wore nothing beneath the bathrobe.

His fingers found the stiff peak of her nipple and gave it a deliberate tug.

"Ah~" Ambrosia broke the kiss with a soft cry.

"You like that," he murmured against her skin, already moving his mouth to the side of her neck.

He kissed a slow path downward, tasting the faint salt of her skin.

His tongue traced a light line along the column of her throat.

Her body trembled in his arms. "Amon..."

The way she said his name told him everything he needed.

He continued the trail of kisses, taking his time, marking her skin with soft suction until a faint bloom of color remained.

When their eyes met again, the desire in hers was open and unguarded.

They kissed once more, this time with less patience.

Ambrosia nipped at his lips, clearly wanting to claim them for herself.

"Amon... Amon..."

She repeated his name between kisses, like she was trying to confirm if it was a dream or not.

He let her have her way for a moment while his hands slid lower.

When her hips rose unconsciously, he took the chance and filled both palms with the soft, full curves of her ass, kneading the flesh with firm pressure.

"Yes..."

The rough handling only seemed to feed her hunger.

Her tongue pushed deeper into his mouth.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she began to roll her hips against the hard line of his arousal.

They were lost in each other, her mouth owning his while his hands reshaped the soft weight of her ass.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing hard.

A thin string of saliva still connected their lips.

Amon could feel the damp heat of her against his trousers; she had already come once without him even undressing her.

"You taste incredible," he said.

The words drew a deeper flush across her cheeks.

Still holding her, he shifted them both onto the bed so that she lay beneath him.

"You’re beautiful."

He kissed her forehead, then each cheek, and finally the tip of her nose before giving her a soft peck on the lips.

His gaze dropped to the loose front of her bathrobe.

Ambrosia understood and she gave a small, shy nod. Amon parted the fabric and let it fall open.

Two full, soft breasts were revealed, the pink nipples already tight.

He swallowed once, then cupped them both in his hands, kneading the warm flesh with careful pressure.

A quiet moan left her. He leaned down and took the right nipple into his mouth, biting gently while his tongue circled the sensitive skin around it.

"Yes..."

Ambrosia’s attempts to stay quiet only made the sounds more telling.

His other hand continued to work her remaining breast, his fingers twisting and pinching the nipple until another soft cry escaped her.

"Don’t stop..."

He grew more insistent, sucking harder, flicking the peak with his tongue, then biting down just enough to make her arch.

At the same time he pulled on the other nipple.

"More..."

Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him in place.

The careful distance she had always maintained seemed to dissolve under the dual assault of gentleness and hunger.

Her body responded with open need.

With one final firm pull and bite, Ambrosia’s entire body shuddered.

Her legs trembled. Looking down, Amon saw a clear rush of wetness slide down her inner thighs.

She had come again, yet he still wasn’t finished.

"I’m going to mark you as mine."

He didn’t wait for permission.

He lowered his mouth to the soft curve of her breast and bit down lightly, sucking until a visible mark remained.

Then he moved to the other side and did the same.

When he lifted his head, the sight of the two darkening marks filled him with quiet satisfaction.

Ambrosia’s eyes had gone glassy. The idea of being marked seemed to send a fresh wave of heat through her.

She looked up at him with a breathless, almost coquettish expression. "You really enjoy leaving marks on me, don’t you?"

"I do because you’re mine."

He stole another quick kiss before beginning a slow descent down her body.

Soft kisses trailed over her neck, between her breasts, and across the soft plane of her stomach.

His hands settled at her waist and began to push the open bathrobe the rest of the way off.

She lifted her hips to help him. The fabric slid away, leaving her in only a pair of black panties already darkened with wetness.

"You’re soaked," he murmured.

She looked away in shame without saying anything.

His hands traveled up the length of her legs, feeling the firm, well-trained muscle of her thighs.

He raised one of her legs to his shoulder, circling the soft flesh with both hands as he moved closer to the damp fabric between them.

He leaned in and drew a deep breath.

"You smell so erotic."

"Amon..."

Her shy protest was soft.

He ignored it in favor of pressing slow kisses to the inside of each thigh, working steadily closer.

Every brush of his lips made more wetness gather.

When he finally reached the soaked fabric, he inhaled once more and then pressed his mouth against her.

"Ahh~!"

Ambrosia’s sharp moan filled the hotel room.