My Boss Is Secretly A Softie - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Friends don’t kiss Ela (2) [Minor NSFW]
[Content warning: Minor NSFW. Dub-Con.]

“You sure are a jealous type of friend angel even worse than Terra,” Elara cooed at the pouting male.

‘You mean lover right?’ Merlin thought with a squint.

Terrence scoffed, and, walking up to Elara, swiftly pulled her into his arms in a bear hug.

“I guess I am. It’s honestly much better like this with everyone gone,” Terrence frowned, “I shouldn’t have hired permanent workers.”

‘It’d have been better to spend more time alone with you.’

“Don’t be like that, Terry; you have to admit we had more fun with people around,” Elara commented, looking up at him due to their height difference.

“You’re so small… Anyways, I prefer being with you alone.”

Elara pouted, “Don’t think you can just sneak in that jab, and I’ll have you know that 5’7 is tall for a woman, so don’t you dare,” Elara cautioned him with a huff.

Terrence chuckled, looking down at her with a cheeky smile, “Does our height difference infuriate you?”

Elara blinked, calmly replying, “No. I think it’s a pretty awesome detail if anything, although probably better with lovers. On another note, I’d have loved to be the one looking down at you instead; all my friends except Star are taller than me, so it’d have been awesome.”

The lady blabbed on not knowing the person in her embrace had already dazed off. The thoughts of being lovers with Elara left Terrence… Fascinated—it was breathtaking.

He sighed softly, “You say a lot of things without regard for the consequences Ela. You should stop that.”

Without elaborating further he pulled away from the confused woman and left.

Elara:???

“Wait, what did I do?!”

***

In the middle of the night, Elara was suddenly awakened by the soft music which drifted through the room.

She stood up dazedly rubbing at her eyes to dispate her sleepiness. With a light yawn, she stepped off the bed and opened the door that led to the balcony.

There stood Terrence leaning leisurely on the railings while drinking a glass of wine as the music from the room drifted to the balcony, soothing anyone who heard.

Feeling groggy, she hugged him from behind mumbling quietly, “What are you doing here? I don’t want you to be unable to send me off tomorrow because you slept in.”

Terrence stiffened lightly before relaxing, a soothing scent of lemon from the woman invading his nostrils. A lightheaded feeling overwhelmed him, and for a second, he nearly threw his glass away, spinning about to cup Elara’s cheeks into a kiss.

…. Except he did it.

He stared steadily as Elara’s eyes widened in shock, her pupils quivered as the last traces of sleep dissipated.

‘Wha—’

Elara instantly reached out to push him away when a sudden forceful pull spun her senses. Terrence quickly and effortlessly lifted her to his eye level, pinning her onto the wall of the balcony.

In a bid to stabilize herself, her legs wrapped about his slim waist putting them in an intimate position that had her glued to his body. She could feel his well-defined muscles through the thin layer of clothes that separated them; her breasts pressed against his chest, being squashed slightly from their closeness.

‘What the hell is going on?!’ she exclaimed internally in shock, confused at the sudden turn of events.

She looked up and was met with a close-up view of Terrence’s face making it possible to see every tiny detail that was always hidden in plain sight.

He was so fair that his lashes and brows were a faint color of gray, his platinum blonde hair under the dim lights seemed to glow with a white halo, and his usually light gray eyes held a tinge of murky blue within them.

The daring man leaned into the startled lady, taking in her endearing features which had morphed into a visible look of shock and confusion. His eyes traced her beautiful lips which were pursed, lightly trembling.

They’d probably taste amazing…. After all, their owner’s existence was sweet enough; how couldn’t they be sweet? Even the subtle taste from the quick peck he had given was enough teaser for what was to come… He wanted more, and so he kissed her again.

They both stared at each other as their lips glued together, one with a startled look and the other with a curious one. Terrence pressed harder into her, enjoying the soft feel of her lips, which intoxicated him.

“?!” Elara panicked, reaching out to push him away, only for the male to single-handedly pin her two hands against the wall.

He closed his eyes, indulging in the feeling—the feeling of fireworks exploding in his mind not only from the sweetness of Elara but from the fact he had finally kissed her.

After wanting… Thirsting… Hoping for so long, he finally did it.

“N—ngh…. Ah… angel—stop…” Elara moaned lightly, the force of her resistance weakening drastically as the mind-bending feeling disoriented her.

Not only did Terrence smother her lips with kisses, but his disobedient hand kept on surveying her sensitive waist, expertly locating her sensitive spots and teasing them till her body weakened from the pleasure.

He suddenly stopped, slowly leaning away. His thick lashes fluttered open as he looked towards the woman to gauge her reaction, only to have his last silver of self-control destroyed.

Elara’s eyes glossed over as she panted softly, warm puffs of air escaping her slightly parted lips, which were a bit swollen from the passionate kiss, gently caressing him. A light pink spread thin across her face adding a pretty tint to her fair features.

“You’re blushing…” he murmured, incredulous, stunned to see that Elara could actually blush.

“I—I am?” she questioned sluggishly, lost in the pleasure that had overwhelmed her.

Before she could speak a second time, an alluring set of red lips connected with hers once more. Terrence’s hands slid off her waist, cupping up her cheeks to pull her deeper into him while Elara instinctively circled her hands around his neck pulling him even closer.

Lost in the fervor of their entanglement, his kiss became more rough and insatiable, entrenched with a beastly desire to devour his partner whole.

“Mm…” Elara groaned softly, quiet moans spilling from her lips. The pleasurable feeling seduced her, crashing all resistance and making her instead give in to the wonderful feeling.

The foreignness of the feeling was terrifying but had her hooked either way, and as the man dominated her completely with the unending barrage, all she could do was close her eyes and accept it all like a tiny canoe amid a stormy sea.

Suddenly, she jolted at the feeling of something slimy slipping into her mouth, causing her to anxiously shove at Terrence, who restricted all her movements, attacking Elara with the wicked stubbornness of a tyrant.

An electrifying sensation shot through her weakening every part of her body and leaving her softening into the male’s arms. This single action seemed to trigger Terrence as his actions became more daring.

His flexible tongue explored every nook and cranny of Elara’s mouth, attacking every sensitive spot within and leaving her breathless. He captured her shy tongue, sucking on it greedily as if to swallow every little bit of sweetness within.

The usually subtle scent of lemon now overwhelmed him, soothing his mind yet triggering his desire to an uncanny degree, causing him to harshen his kiss as if to punish the lady in his arms for being too addicting.

“Ahh… Ahh—Mm… ugh….”

Elara’s moans became louder but were drowned out by the indecent sounds that came from the squelching of their lips. The sounds mixed in with the sensual music enhancing the ambiguity that corroded the air.

With each passing second, Terrence became more fierce, seemingly letting every ounce of reason slip from him. The addictive taste of the woman eroded his senses, pushing him further and further into a maniacal state.

The intensity of the kiss was becoming too much for Elara, leaving a lasting dizziness that caused her to dig into the male’s back in an attempt to get him to stop. However, this backfired and further led Terrence into madness, causing him to kiss her even harder, lapping up every sip of her saliva like the thirsty degenerate he was.

“Ahh—stop! Mm… Ahh…. Nghh…!” Elara moaned loudly as she dug deeper into Terrence’s back in a futile plea to let go as the lack of oxygen traveled to her brain.

The charming moans bewitched the male further, causing him to ignore Elara’s plea until she finally ran out of air, her body going slack in his arms.

Perhaps on sensing this, the male finally separated from her, a translucent thread of saliva connecting their lips strung tight before snapping.

Elara blanked out, her eyes glazed over as her body weakly leaned into him, her tongue barely hanging out as she trembled from the overwhelming euphoria. He soundlessly licked his lips, savoring the aftertaste of the kiss.

He then proceeded to lick her lips lapping up the saliva that had dripped down her lips during the chaotic kiss.

“Ah…” Elara gasped softly as a stinging pain from Terrence biting her swollen lips coursed through her causing her to frown lightly.

She tasted wonderful, so enticing that it left one in a frenzy to have more. The want stripped one of their innate intelligence reducing them to animals hooked on a maddening dependency.

Elara was addicting…. Worse than wine—worse than anything he had ever desired

He observed the dazzled woman gasping breathlessly for air as her ravaged lips gleamed obscenely under the night’s dull glow, tempting him to descend into another bout of madness and leaving him panting to restrain himself.

Trailing his tongue through her neck, which elicited a slight quiver from her, he bit hard.

“Tssshhh…!!!” Elara hissed painfully as tears welled up her closed eyes trickling down her cheeks as she trembled from the pain.

Terrence had bit hard enough to draw blood and lapped it all up before moving to Elara’s eyes, licking her tears while drenching her with gentle kisses in an attempt to console the crying woman.

Her soft pants echoed through the surroundings as Terrence surveyed her body, kissing all her sensitive spots, leaving her comfortable enough to ignore the stinging pain from the bite.

By the time he was done, red marks scattered across her neck, ears, clavicle, and even face, leaving her covered all over with traces of the man.

Satisfied, Terrence smiled sweetly like a child, his innocent look devoid of the beast that had consumed Elara, and scooping the tired woman in a princess carry, went back into his room.

Lying on the bed with Elara tightly snuggled into his arms, a charming smile capable of captivating anyone etched on his face. And staring at the sleeping woman in his arms covered with traces of him, he made a vow to himself. Elara will be his by any means necessary.