CHAPTER 199 Adonis Reborn
*Lisa*
While we sat in the car heading back to our hotel, I rested my head on Link's shoulder, my mind jolting awake from its alcohol-induced stupor.
Doubts swirled in my mind about inviting Link to my room. *It was just too soon*. My husband had been declared dead only days ago, yet here I was, cradled in another man's arms.
My mind screamed for me to halt this recklessness, but my body ached for him—for his presence and his touch. As I opened my hotel room door and ushered him inside, I fought to supress the guilt clawing at me.
"Isn't this view spectacular?" I asked, inhaling Chicago's crisp night air. My heart pounded wildly against my chest while a battle raged inside of me.
Link suddenly stepped close behind me, his warm breath tickling my ear, making it difficult to think. I felt his hands encircle my waist, turning me to face him.
"Not as spectacular as you," he growled, his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss.
Warning bells rang in my head, but I dismissed them. After years of sleeping alone, it felt so good to be touched by a man...
And, truth be told, his touch was electric, and I— I responded eagerly.
*How could something so wrong feel so right*?
His lips roamed— to my cheek, my ear, and my neck. "You taste so good. Tell me what you feel, Lisa."
"I-I can't," I moaned, overwhelmed by the sensations his mouth was creating. "I-l can't explain it..."
"Try, my sweet," he whispered against my mouth.
"Y-Your touch is like an inferno, engulfing me in its flames," I breathed.
"So poetic," he groaned against my mouth. His lips covered mine again, leaving me breathless.
He swept me into his arms, carrying me to the bed, our lips locked. With deft hands, he undressed me, barely breaking our connection.
Suddenly, I felt him pull back, leaving me exposed. Opening my eyes, I saw him undressing, his dark gaze tracing every inch of my body— slow, deliberate, as if memorizing every curve and freckle.
I longed for him to close the distance between us, but I waited patiently. We had the whole night to be together; there was no reason to rush.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. I blushed in disbelief.
No, *he* was beautiful. My eyes roamed his chiseled body, down to the dark hair above his pulsing erection.
Link was Adonis reborn.
His physique was perfect—broad chest, sculpted shoulders, and powerful thighs.
My lips parted in awe as my eyes rested on his fully erect penis. He was larger than Cris.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he covered my body with his own, claiming my lips in a passionate kiss. He tasted crisp and fruity, just like champagne.
"Link," I moaned as our lips parted for air.
"I know, baby," he murmured. "I know what you need." He trailed kisses on my neck, moving down to my breasts.
I gasped as his tongue swirled around my hardened nipples. His hands caressed my breasts as he suckled, making me writhe. Then his lips traveled down my navel towards the triangle between my thighs.
His hands glided up my legs, gently massaging my inner thighs. "Open up for me, Lisa," he urged, his voice thick with desire. I parted my thighs, granting him access to my slick core.
His lips brushed my thigh as his fingers stroked my wetness. I moaned, begging for more. It was both ecstasy and torment— blissful, yet not enough to ease the ache within me.
As if knowing what I yearned for, his fingers parted me and his tongue found my clit. I squealed as he licked, spreading my thighs to offer more. His tongue moved rhythmically, teasing my sensitive nub, while his fingers played with the soft flesh of my pussy.
I bit my lip to stifle a scream, my body trembling with each movement of his tongue. Clutching his hair, I urged him on, praying he wouldn't stop.
"Yes, yes...." I groaned, eyes closed, lost in the sensations. "I'm close-"
Suddenly, he slid a finger inside and buried it deep inside me, brushing against my G-spot, while his tongue pressed firmly against my clit, each lick and suckle bringing me to the heights of pleasure.
My back arched, lifting my body off the bed as my orgasm hit with an explosion of pleasure. My body shook, thighs quivering, my muscles clenching around his finger as waves of ecstasy surged through me.
Still floating from my orgasm, Link covered my body with his, kissing me, his tongue swirling in my mouth, while his erection pressed against my stomach, hot and hard.
*I was ready*. I wanted this more than I ever wanted anything. Taking him in my hand, I stroked him, elicting a deep groan.
"You keep doing that and I'll be done before we even start," he rasped.
"I want you, Link," I murmured, my voice heavy with need. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I guided him inside me.
With one fluid thrust, he buried himself deep inside me. I whimpered, spreading my thighs to adjust to his size.
All my guilt faded as he moved, thrusting deeply inside me. He held me tightly in his embrace as we moved in unison to the unhurried rhythm of our lovemaking.
Then, he quickened, the tension building. When I finally screamed my release, I clung to him, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
With one final thrust, Link came, his body shuddering from his orgasm. Then, he collapsed beside me, his breathing ragged.
"*Lisa*," he whispered passionately making my heart skip a beat. I caressed his cheek, utterly content.
"Excuse me, Ma'am," a woman's voice interrupted, nudging me awake. "Please fasten your seatbelt. We're about to land."
I smiled, realizing I had dozed off. I buckled up, my excitement surging. In a few hours, I would be with Link. I vowed I wouldn't let him go— now that I was certain I was in love with him.
As expected, my mother was already waiting for me outside the airport, leaning on her black Mercedes-Benz.
She wore a sleek black pantsuit under a black trenchcoat, dark sunglasses framing her eyes. She fussed with her dark hair that was tied up in a low ponytail, tucking back some errant strands.
When she saw me, her face lit up. "Lisa, darling, I'm so thrilled to see you," she said, pulling me into a tight hug. "Come on, get in the car. I'll handle your luggage."
"Hey, Mama, good to see you too," I greeted her, returning the embrace. Her familiar scent hit me, but it was off— sour, like stale sweat. I eased away from her, trying not to let the odor cling to me. "I've got my luggage. I don't want you ruining your perfect nails."
Before I could reach for my bag, a tall man in a black suit whisked it away, rolling it toward an SUV parked behind my mother's sleek sedan.
I craned my neck and spotted three more black SUVs lined up in a convoy. My stomach tightened.
"Mother, why do you have an escort with you?" I asked, my voice sharp with unease. "What's going on?"
She flashed a cryptic smile at me. "I told you, darling, I had some business to take care of. Now, Lisa, get in the car. We have a lot to discuss."
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