Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 31

"Go away. Please". Farah tried very hard to make her words sound convincing. "Please".

"No." said Ryan softly and closed the door with one hand.

Farah ran as fast as she could to the corner of the room, pulling the blanket and holding it in front of her chest, but Ryan was still a man whose body was well trained to the point where Farah was unaware, He was pulled into Ryan's arms. Farah's fist and the blanket she was holding were sandwiched between her body and Ryan's. Farah could feel Ryan's skin and chest muscles beating a heart that was in tune with the man's gentle breath.

Ryan's one hand burned Farah's back, before moving down to her buttocks and quickly lifting her until Farah stood on her tiptoes. Farah began to feel pain from unexplored needs All over the place, touched by Ryan's body part, was struggling.

Ryan's head lowered, and Farah could feel Ryan's lips sweeping the side of his face, the man's breath scented with mint candy hitting Farah's face warm. Ryan's lips moved lightly until they stopped on Farah's lips. Ryan's eyes closed, and his lips began to give a very gentle kiss. Ryan lowered his head slightly, and the man's kiss shifted to Farah's neck, before venturing along her jaw and exploring all parts of Farah's face back to her lips. The pressure on Farah's lips intensified as the man teased her to open wider and dragged her to be active in the kiss. "Why are you always ashamed of your tongue?" ryan whispered between the links between the two of them.

Farah tries to push Ryan's body away from her. However, the best that Farah could do was to turn her face away. "My tongue? I don't understand what you're talking about."

Ryan's fingers cupped Farah's chin, forcing her lips back. Before Ryan's mouth kissed her again, Ryan said in a nearly whispered voice, "Let me show you".

If Ryan had not hugged her, Farah would have fallen limp to the floor. "It's.... Oh, my God, there's something wrong with you. Don't you feel ashamed at all?".

"Just like this, it's not enough to embarrass us". Ryan said in a soft tone. "How could we have been embarrassed, this was even just a little opening activity".

Ryan's fingers began to explore again to make Farah's hair bristling. His fingers formed a sensual pattern throughout the neckline. Very gently Ryan exhaled a breath that swept across Farah's nape, then Ryan's mouth returned again to Farah's mouth and slowly began to give her a hot kiss.

"Let's follow me baby, move. Don'tbeafraid. I'm not taking you to bed. Just in the chair, how?". But Farah did not answer, because her sane mind had been lulled in place with an urgent foreign instinct. Unknowingly Farah was already on Ryan's lap, curled up on the man's chest, her body pressing against the man's body.

Ryan's face slid into Farah's cheekbones, then lifted, until Ryan's passionate eyes could observe her figure.

"What am I doing?" Farah asked, "How can you do this to me?".

"Take this magic, baby.. Yep. Witchcraft". Ryan grinned as he stared at Farah very closely by walking down his thumb over Farah's swollen lips, and felt Farah's tongue timidly touch her finger.

"You told me once, you'd teach me how to kick a guy in the right place. L'm... I wish I knew it, because I don't know how to make all this stop".

In the warm distance that separates their bodies, Farah's spongy balls touch the material of Ryan's shirt. The slightest movement made Farah tremble. Ryan felt it and Ryan's mouth was at the base of Farah's throat. Farah tried to distance herself, but with a firm hand, Ryan held her in the man's arms, giving her pleasure in his sensitive skin. Ryan's lips moved up and down, exploring.

"How can you be this sweet? Do you want me to kiss your whole skin? I know the best place to start..."

Those words left Farah's arm twitching around Ryan's shoulder, as Farah found herself curling her body as Ryan sucked on her browball. The heat spreads. Somehow Farah started stroking the sturdy and pliable muscles on Ryan's back. Farah started touching Ryan with her lips, no matter if it was the man's hair, eyebrows or cheeks. "Yes darling.. Don'tstop. Slowly. Kiss me".

"Please, Ryan. Go awayl. I feel like I'm gonna faint. Unhand me". Farah's hand cupped Ryan's cheek in trembling, "Ryan, I can't. What do I have to say to make you stop?".

Slowly, Ryan slightly distanced his body and looked at Farah with focus. "Do you know that we look like a married cat now? Do you really want me to let you go? I don't know if I'm capable of doing it. Why do you want to stop?".

Farah could not answer Ryan with words, only shaking her head as if blood was rushing through her brain to shake off her common sense.

Ryan knows better. Ryan is good at getting people to do what he wants, and if a merciless seduction can draw approval from Farah's body, what's wrong? He could force Farah, even though the girl shouted in denial, no one would stop her.

Farah is his. And strangely he was worried, when He wanted Farah the most, but that was the moment when He did not want to have Farah outside the will of the woman. All of Farah's fragility and vulnerability was reflected in her eyes, and even though her body was demanding, there was still a remnant of common sense in her. The part of him that wanted Farah the most was the part that did not want to force Farah. Ryan knew that Farah was not emotionally ready, and only God knew what damage would come after that if He forced it. Ryan hugged Farah for a while, stroking Farah's shimmering hair.

Suddenly without a knock, Ryan's door opened and Gege walked in. "What direction do you exist.........." Gege did not continue his speech and just froze like a pillar, Gege's face looked very serious.

"Ah sorry." said Ryan. "Your woman attacked me".

Gege replied in an unfriendly tone. "Do you want me to be a spectator?".

"No. Take him away from me. I'm not sure she knows what's going on" Ryan said, covering Farah's upper body with a blanket.

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