Toxic Relationships

Desires

⭕CONTAINING ADULT SCENES❗

...Happy Reading's...

A man is seen holding a woman into the hotel. Some hotel guests who were in the lobby immediately turned towards the two of them with an incomprehensible view.

Dean is still lifting Clara's bridal style body with both hands. Is Clara really that light? Is it because the stress he is facing makes him lose a lot of weight? Without waiting for long, Dean walked towards the hotel reception and looked at a man who was also looking at him with a meaningful smile.

“Deluxe room with double bed?”

Ask the receptionist to Dean. The man looked at Dean with a small chuckle, Dean just looked at him in confusion. Next Dean's eyes looked at Clara, and felt a strong enough smell of alcohol from the girl.

“No, no, this is just my friend.”

“I didn't even ask Sir."

Dean only grimaced at the receptionist's man's words. What if someone else sees them as lovers? After all, that's exactly what he wanted. The receptionist now gave the hotel key that read 2026 Even the man was sensitive not to give him a hotel room with a high floor.

Without saying a word Dean took the key and entered the hotel elevator with Clara still in her arms. Dean pressed the elevator button towards the second floor, he looked at Clara's face which looked so deep. Clara must be so exhausted.

Ting!

The elevator door opened, with difficulty Dean opened the door of his hotel. He did not want Clara distracted from her sleep. Dean turned on the light switch and looked around. The room was quite luxurious and clean, with hurried Dean put Clara on the bed very carefully.

Dean stares at Clara intensely, the sweat has flooded Clara's body, with Dean immediately turning on the Air Conditioner to keep Clara from overheating. Not only Clara, he realized that he was also sweating a lot. Dean took off the suit and the shirt he was wearing. Now he's bare-chested, he wants to rest for a while. Although for him Clara's body is not too heavy, but he has rarely trained his muscles in the gym, and he had enough trouble bringing Clara from the opposite cafe to here.

Actually he had also tried not to bring Clara to this hotel, he had contacted Tiffany and several co-workers dozens of times. But the result was nil, Tiffany who could not be contacted and almost all of her colleagues did not know where Clara lived. Is Clara really that closed to the others?

With painstaking Dean released the high heels that Clara wore, surely Clara was not comfortable with her shoes are still attached. Next Dean walked to the big sofa in the middle of the room and laid down his body. Remembering how Clara who was crying in a drunken state made her heart seem to be crushed. But Clara was right, the one she was dealing with was Jack Hilton. He's just a cute guy when compared to Jack.

“Dean?” Dean flinched as a voice entered his ear, he quickly woke up from his sleep and stared at Clara from a distance.

“Dean? You it?”

Slowly Dean approached Clara, and he could see Clara still asleep and several times rummaging to call him. Dean smiled happily, does Clara remember that in her sleep?

“Sorry, I'm sorry.”

Clara was back together, Dean looked at Clara worriedly. What was in Clara's dream? The girl began to cry with a sobbing and went back to apologizing, the girl did so repeatedly. Dean looked at him with pity.

“Chal, Chal, are you okay?”

“You... You okay, Chal?”

As Dean repeated his words, Clara suddenly pulled his nape and pressed their lips together. Dean flinched, quickly distancing his body, he looked at Clara in disbelief. Dean could see Clara smiling broadly at him.

“You're drunk Chal, you're on-“

Again and again Clara pulled him back, the girl now started playing in her mouth. Dean swallowed his salivary, his heart racing. This was his first kiss. Dean smiled in the middle of their kiss and began to return the girl's kiss.

Their kiss warmed up even more as Dean bit Clara's lower lip, whimpering after grimace as if making them intoxicated. Dean's left hand hugged Clara's slender waist, while his other hand pressed Clara's nape.

Their kisses were released as the oxygen supply began to thin, Clara smiled wryly with her eyes. Clara now puts her hand on Dean's neck and kisses him again. Deck for the sake of sounding in almost every corner of the room. Dean can feel Clara's lips are so sweet, especially the scent of lavender that increasingly washed away him.

Dean began to slowly open the girl's dress without letting go of their kisses, Dean could clearly see the balconette bra Clara was wearing. Dean swallowed his saliva and now raised Clara's body so easily, leaving the girl now above her body.

Dean looked at Clara's body with admiration, the man now hugged Clara quite strongly. Feeling Clara's soft chest over her half-naked chest. Getting closer to their bodies, as if spending such a distance was blocking.

“I love you Chal.”

Dean said softly, Clara seemed to smile widely, Dean now hugged Clara again and began to actively attack the girl's neck. Creating some reddish marks, Clara let out a delicious bellow as Dean began to bite right at some of her sensitive spots.

“You like it?”

Clara felt her ears tickle as Dean's voice whispered softly, the girl's chest began to rise and fall. The temperature of the room that had been cold was now heated again by the activities of the two of them. Dean stares intensely at Clara's face and begins to re-match with Clara's soft lips by occasionally squeezing the girl's small chest.

“Mhh..Ahh”

Clara's moans were heard again as Dean's hands began to play in his chest area. The man knows exactly where the sensitive location is. The sweat now flooded the bodies of the two, they exchanged saliva as well as enjoyment.

“I really love you.” Said Clara seductive.

Dean's activity now stopped and looked at Clara who was also staring at him with a soft look. Did he not hear wrong? Did Clara say love to him? The girl smiled and hugged him tightly. His wiggly fingers began to stroke Dean's chest gently.

“I love you Jack, I love you.”

Dean's smile suddenly faded, did Clara think of him as Jack? Her chest was now like a sharp sword, getting deeper and more painful as Clara began to sleep in her arms. Dean smiled wryly, what do you expect Dean to do?

Gently Dean let go of Clara's embrace, and once again he looked at Clara who this time only wore underwear. Dean took a deep breath and began to envelop the girl. Disappointedly began to wear his shirt on the sofa and left the hotel room.

To be continue...