Devilish secretary - Chapter 323

Chapter 323: Chapter 323 Burning 18+
Mature Content Warning: The following chapter contains explicit scenes intended for mature audiences only. If you’re underage or uncomfortable with detailed intimate content, please skip this chapter. Reader discretion is advised.

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Lilith’s eyes grew heavy with desire, a sultry haze settling in her gaze as she slowly pulled his thick sweater over his head, revealing the silk of his night shirt beneath. Her fingers trailed lightly over the smooth fabric, brushing across his chest, feeling the warmth beneath, the steady beat of his heart, the tension in his body that responded only to her.

Her touch was teasing, unhurried, delicate in contrast to the storm brewing between them.

Alexander inhaled sharply, his muscles flexing under her fingers. The silk clung to him, outlining his broad shoulders and firm torso, but Lilith’s hand slid beneath the hem without hesitation, her cold fingers meeting his heat.

“You’re burning up,” she murmured, her voice low, playful, intoxicating.

He caught her hand, eyes dark with need. “That’s because you’re too close.”

Lilith smirked, leaning in just enough to let her lips brush against his jaw, her breath warm against his skin. “Then maybe I should get closer.”

Alexander’s gaze softened as it drifted to her face, searching for the slightest hesitation. When he saw only calm in her eyes trust and something deeper, his hands moved to the edge of her pajama top. Slowly, gently, he slipped it off her shoulders. The moment he caught sight of her in the dark, lacy brassiere, his breath hitched, the delicate fabric contrasted against her soft skin, highlighting the graceful curves she carried with effortless confidence.

Lilith leaned back against the pillows with a smirk tugging at her lips, clearly enjoying the effect she had on him.

Alexander followed her down, hovering above her, and lowered his face to hers. His lips pressed against her forehead first slow, reverent then trailed to her nose, her cheek, and finally, her lips. Each kiss was slow and lingering, like he was memorizing her.

Then he moved lower, his mouth brushing the line of her jaw and settling at her neck, where his lips explored her skin with sensual care, leaving warm, wet trails in their wake.

Her fingers curled in his shirt.

The snow outside continued to fall in silence, but inside the tent, everything burned warm.

Lilith moaned softly when his hand slowly traced over her chest…

Her eyes fluttered shut, breath catching in her throat, and Alexander watched her with darkened eyes. He was captivated by the way her body responded to his touch, how she trembled slightly beneath him.

Unable to hold back, his hand gently rubbed her through the fabric, feeling the softness beneath his palm. Her warmth, her scent, the way her body arched ever so slightly, it was driving him insane.

Her moans were like music, and his touch became bolder.

His touch grew rougher, more desperate, as if he couldn’t get enough of her warmth. Then, finally, his lips lowered, brushing against the valley between her chest. Lilith arched her back at the sudden rush of sensation, her breath shallow, her heart pounding.

With ease, he unhooked her bra, the fabric loosening around her without falling completely. He didn’t rush. Instead, his nose gently brushed against her skin, inhaling her soft scent like it was something sacred.

Lilith’s fingers tangled in his hair, clutching him close as his nose nuzzled the lace, slowly revealing more of her bare skin.

“Alex…” she whispered his name, breathless.

His eyes met hers, dark and filled with something deeper than desire. Something tender. Something that only belonged to her.

Seeing the curve of her chest, a strange heat surged through his own. His breath caught as his eyes traced her face. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against her rosy peak.

Lilith shivered under his touch, a wave of goosebumps rising along her skin as she closed her eyes, her fingers curling slightly into the sheets.

“Why is my baby so silent today…” Alexander’s voice dipped low, teasing, as his lips brushed over her softness with deliberate care.

“Shut up,” Lilith muttered, her voice breathless, cheeks flushed as she looked away. Even with all her boldness, moments like this made her shy.

Alexander only smirked, watching her surrender to the sensation. His lips moved lower, but before he could continue, Lilith’s fingers wrapped around his wrist.

She pushed herself up, eyes glinting. “It’s not fair when you’re still fully dressed,” she whispered, her tone bold now, challenging.

Alexander let out a quiet laugh, his gaze dark. “I don’t mind. Undress me, then.”

Lilith’s lips parted slightly as she leaned in, her fingers brushing the hem of his shirt. Slowly, deliberately, she pulled it upward—revealing the sculpted lines of his chest, the defined cuts of his abs catching the dim tent light like art carved in shadow.

Her eyes softened, then darkened.

He was beautiful, so achingly beautiful, and only hers.

And she gently pushed him down on the bed.

Alexander let her, his eyes never leaving her face, dark with desire, full of hunger. As Lilith climbed on top of him, her knees resting on either side of his waist, her hands found their place on his bare abdomen, fingers slowly tracing the hard lines of his abs.

He felt every touch, every drag of her fingertips like a spark.

She leaned forward, her hair falling over her shoulder, brushing against his skin. His gaze dropped to her chest, the way it moved with each breath, half-hidden behind the shadows of the tent light. He swallowed hard.

God, he wanted her.

His hands moved instinctively, cupping her softness with reverence. And just then, Lilith lowered her lips to his jawline, placing a slow, deliberate kiss.

Then another, lower, at the edge of his chin… and finally to the dip of his throat, right over his throbbing Adam’s apple.

Alexander exhaled sharply, his hands tightening on her waist.

She smiled faintly. She was in control, and he was already lost in her.

She trailed soft kisses lower… from his collarbone, down his chest—her lips brushing over each muscle like a whisper. When she reached his abs, she shifted lower, placing a kiss just above the waistband of his pants.

Alexander’s breath hitched.

Not from her kisses alone but because of the way she was unknowingly seated. Her weight pressed against the part of him already aching for her.

His jaw clenched, and a small sound escaped him half-growl, half-plea.