Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 103

Blake'S POV

Smirking at my evil thought, I took some predatory steps while Ava was completely into her happy land, relishing her ice cream like there was nothing more important in the world than this fucking ice cream.

I suddenly felt a little jealous of how she was enjoying it.

My entire concentration was on her spoon and her lip, and the most distracting were the dripping drops.

My eyes follow the melted milk sliding down from the corner of her lip to her jaw and towards her slender neck.

Keeping one hand on the chair and one on the dining table, I bend down toward Noticing my proxy, her body went rigid, and the movement stopped.

As if eternity wants the same, she cranes her head to know what I want, which gives me the perfect opportunity to do my work.

Call me the dog, but I will not miss this opportunity in the world. Without any further delay, I pounced on her neck and sucked the milk.

A sweet taste lingered on my taste buds while I drove my tongue towards her chin and then touched the corner of her lip.

Her mouth was full of ice cream, but she was neither gulping it down nor taking it out.

She froze.

I know my sudden movement has startled her, but right now I am going too far to give any explanation of my deeds.

I halt my lips at the corner of her lips, and I look down.

A sheen of ice cream was visible between her lips.

Closing my eyes, I control the nasty urge, but I guess nothing will work right now. I would rather do what my heart desires, and, without thinking twice, I lock my lips with hers.

Her mouth full of ice cream did not let her control the situation, and before she closed her mouth, my tongue had already invaded the corner of my mouth.

I sucked the sweetness out of her mouth and melted the ice cream pool in my mouth.

Gulping the sweetness, I sucked more of the petals until I was satisfied.

I looked down, and she was fisting her spoon tightly. Her eyes are still open; it's like a socket has come out.

She is shocked.

I know she wasn't expecting it. Neither am I.

However, I took my sweet time to devour her lips and lick all the sweetness into my mouth.

Nibbling and eating her upper and then lower lips, I finally detach myself a little from her.

By then, I was done with her sweet mouth. We were both huffing to get the oxygen to fill our lungs back.

I look down at her red face and smirk.

Somehow, I like how she still blushes by proxy.

My lips again itch to touch her warm cheeks, but this time I control my running desire.

I wonder how people behave so differently.

Is she the real Ava or the one who left me mercilessly?

"Finish your fist and come into the living room. I need to talk to you about something very important." I walked out after giving her a last glance while she was still blushing hard and closing her eyes.