Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 16

The atmosphere in Ryan's room was heating up for Farah. Ryan constantly kissed her, luring her body to betray her logic. Farah's hand opened and gripped the front of Ryan's shirt, Farah's blood rippled rapidly until the top of her body bristled. Ryan concentrated on feeling Farah's warmth under his lips, then shortly afterwards he left Farah's lips and kissed the girl's forehead. "We'll see how far your body has betrayed you". Ryan whispered.

But there are times when, even in a weak state, the mind becomes stronger. Farah beat Ryan's chest with her fist. Laughing softly, the man caught both of Farah's wrists with one hand and carried them to his lips to be gently bitten.

Farah was struck by Ryan's attitude. "I wish the bullet hit your brain!".

"God... You are challenging. It's too late to play games, my dear." Without any cue, Ryan kissed Farah's lips again, one hand Ryan was on the back of Farah's head holding her back from moving and letting Ryan's other hand explore. Ryan's sensitive fingers discover the warmth behind Farah's silk shirt, a place where beauty is hidden. The completion of their delayed first kiss in the car seemed to further increase the already strong passion from the start.

Ryan's palm runs down Farah's waist with a tantalizing hip curve. Ryan spread out his fingers, scooping the softness of Farah's skin behind his palm. Farah was suffocated as Ryan's palm cupped warmly to the bottom of her browball. It was embarrassing, and at the bottom of his stomach, his organs stiffened until he knew that only Ryan could calm him down. Farah did not expect that feeling the touch of a man's hand at some point of his body could feel intoxicating. Ryan's hand continued to move until Farah's breath choked. But Farah was in a combination of pleasure and fear until it finally gave the girl the strength to hit Ryan's chest once again.

"Squiet sweet, you see, right? We don't need to hurt each other" Gently Ryan went back to exploring in a warm twisting motion, letting his sensation penetrate Farah's brain which was still a little under the influence of the drug.

Farah gathers courage and strength until finally she can escape from Ryan's arms. Farah stepped back while shaking her head and feeling frustrated at not being able to do anything. It was enough to cry in front of the two foolish kidnappers who kidnapped her at the airport, and she cried in front of Keith and Gege. It's better to bite his tongue to bleed than to cry in front of Ryan.

You were never a strong man, Farah Fransiska...

Farah muttered inwardly as she shook her head vigorously trying to regain her senses from the influence of the medicine. Damnit... I can't let my guard down a little because of this fucking drug.. Oh my body is so limp...

Farah walked back slowly but unfortunately her legs betrayed her by tucked into each other. Ryan's arm quickly wrapped around his body, protecting his head from being hit by the end of the table that was right behind Farah. Now, there's no way he can stay away from Ryan. Farah slowly felt her body drift and Ryan gently laid her on the bed. The two stared at each other with their mouths locked.

"Do I have to carry you to bed so you can rest?" Ryan's whisper was right in Farah's ear. Farah did not answer anything until Ryan slowly swept Farah's shirt and unbuttoned it one by one, leaving one firm chewy ball free.

Farah's breath choked as Ryan's palm made a very gentle twisting motion at the top of his browball and squeezed it gently. Farah's blood flow is whipped, and Ryan's hands are welcomed, and it looks like his body is producing a serum that makes every cell of his body feel hot. Ryan kissed Farah's lips again with a gentle but passionate pressure. Their mouths fuse together to sense each taste and breathe oxygen.

Ryan's lips were so intoxicating it still felt sweet by their previous kiss. The lips then moved slowly towards the firm chewy ball. Stay there to tease the top of the ball with his tongue. Then, Ryan lifted the chewy ball so that the man's mouth could venture deeper.

Minutes passed since Ryan could think about anything else, He tried to divert his attention from his own need to bury himself into a warm cave owned by the charming creatures in his confinement today. Ryan realized that Farah's legs were shaking trying his hardest to push her away. Ryan placed his sturdy palm on Farah's thigh, and the touch was enough to make his head spin by passion and he tried to hold it in.

"Remind me to teach you the best place to kick a guy". Ryan told Farah.

"God your mouth is sharp my dear". Ryan chuckled with a face very close to Farah's. "You're a fun, carefree, polite person but your mouth is spicy"

Ryan came back again and again kissed Farah. But this time it felt different. If the previously demanding kiss is now turned into comforting, the touch becomes light.

There was no point in praying at this time, there was no point in trying to resist, because now both Farah's mind and body had stopped obeying her resolve. He was already lulled by Ryan's mouth caress and the warm touch of Ryan's hands all over his body. Farah's lips opened, the top of the ball hardened and wavered under Ryan's finger, and he felt very stupid because he should have rejected it firmly.

Ryan's eyes exuded a great passion that spread out a glance. "I really need a woman" Ryan murmured in between his kisses.

"Ryan.." said Farah. And Farah had to repeat twice to wake Ryan up in between her kisses. "Ryan"

Ryan took off the link of their lips and looked at Farah. "Yes?"

"Please.. Help me. I-i-i....."

"What?"

Farah had to put aside her shame before saying, "I'm not feeling well". Farah. "I'm really not feeling well. It feels like I-I-I-, Oh my God.. I want to puke. My stomach's nauseous".

Ryan stared fixedly at Farah's face and saw what Farah said was true. Ryan swiftly carried Farah towards the bathroom and allowed Farah to expel her entrails. Ryan just looked at Farah from the side of the bathroom door thinking that this girl was going through a tough day to get to the Dark Devil headquarters.

Ryan again held Farah and laid her down gently. Ryan grabbed her from behind. Farah felt Ryan's lips touch the back of her neck and said punctuated by laughter, "I hope you realize that this is a great blow to my pride". Ryan stroked Farah's cheek gently to make Farah fall into a deep sleep.

God had more surprises than He had ever thought. Ryan grinned as he sunk his face into the recesses of Farah's already finely snoring neck.

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