Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 42: Sweet Caresses (+17)

Jessica placed her lips on Kaiser’s with an assurance she did not yet know she possessed. The kiss was timid at first, then deeper, more frank.

Kaiser welcomed her initiative, his hands sliding from her cheeks to her nape. His fingers sank into the mass of her hair, undoing the last remnants of her hairstyle. He responded to her kiss, and Jessica felt the slightly rough texture of his tongue against hers. A shiver ran down her spine.

"Mmmh..." The low vibration escaped her before she could hold it back.

She pressed herself against him, her own hands feverishly seeking the buttons of his coat. Her fingers encountered the fine cotton shirt underneath, and the heat of his hard chest through the fabric.

Kaiser let out a hoarse breath against her mouth. "How could your fiancé let something so delicious slip through his fingers?"

"Hmmm," she moaned, her voice lower, hoarser than usual.

He broke the kiss first, his lips settling at the corner of her mouth, then on the sharp line of her jaw. Jessica tilted her head back, offering the long paleness of her throat. He accepted the offer.

His lips slowly descended along her neck, warm and precise. She felt his breath on her skin, then the wet contact of his mouth just below her earlobe, where her pulse was beating rapidly.

"Haaaa..." A trembling, charged sigh escaped between her parted lips.

He kissed her there, gently sucking the tender skin. A sharp tingle of pleasure ran down her spine. "Kaiser..." she moaned, eyelids closed.

He barely lifted his head, his voice a purr against her skin.

"Kaiser..." she repeated, fingers gripped on the shoulders of his coat.

His lips descended again, lingering at the base of her neck, then on the delicate clavicle that the neckline of her dress left exposed. His mouth became more insistent, sucking the flesh until a pink and slightly bruised mark formed there. Jessica’s breath caught, then exhaled in a small muffled moan. "Ah... nngh..."

His hands descended along her back, molding every curve through her clothes. The broad palm stopped at the base of her spine, pulling her firmly against him. Jessica felt the hard and clear pressure of his erection against her lower abdomen. A wave of heat flooded her.

She slid her fingers into his hair, tousling it. Kaiser finally lifted his head to look at her. His eyes gleamed in the dim light, scanning her flushed face, her swollen lips, the fresh mark on her clavicle.

"Look what you’ve done," she murmured, touching the sensitive skin with her finger.

An almost imperceptible smile crossed his lips. "A souvenir. So you think of me tomorrow."

"As if I needed a mark for that," she retorted, but her voice lacked conviction, weighed down by desire.

He brushed the outline of the mark with his thumb, then returned to capture her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss that seemed to steal the little breath she had left. One last "Mmmph..." was lost between their mingled mouths.

His lips, slightly moist, left hers to descend again on her neck. He kissed the other side this time, lower, just above the clavicle, where the skin was thin and translucent. A new hickey, more marked.

Jessica let out a trembling "Mmmmh...", her breath cut off. The sensation was exquisite: the moist heat of his mouth, the slight suction pulling on her skin, the precise little pinch of teeth that never really bit.

She slid her hands, with slender fingers and short nails, under his coat, seeking the warmth of his skin under the fine shirt. Her palms moved up his chest, feeling under her fingers the hard pectorals, the ribs, Kaiser’s heart beating at a wild rhythm, as fast as hers. He shivered under her touch; the great Kaiser Paragon shivered for her.

He lifted his head, revealing his tense neck, the prominent Adam’s apple. He rested his forehead against hers. Their breaths mingled, quick and hot, forming a small white cloud in the cold air.

"Jessica..." His voice was hoarse, almost broken. "You’re driving me crazy."

She smiled, revealing her white and even teeth, a woman’s smile who had just discovered her power. "Good," she murmured in a low and hoarse voice in turn.

She kissed his neck in turn, timidly at first, then with more assurance, guided by the taste of his skin. She placed her lips on the smooth skin, just below the ear, where she could feel the pulse beating rapidly. She sucked gently.

His large hands with marked knuckles now gripped her narrow hips, fingers digging into her clothes as if he wanted to mark her to the bone.

Jessica continued her exploration, kissed the angular line of his jaw, moved up toward his pierced earlobe, gently nibbled the cartilage. A shiver ran through his entire body.

"You are beautiful," he breathed against her temple, his lips brushing the fine skin where a bluish vein was pulsing.

She laughed softly, a light laugh that echoed under the stone vault. "You always say the right words."

"Because it’s the truth," he replied simply, his voice soft.

He gently backed her up, his firm hands on her hips, until her back met the cold and rough stone of the wall. The contrast between the damp coolness behind her and the dry heat of his body in front of her made her shiver from shoulders to loins. Kaiser placed a broad hand, with prominent veins, against the wall near her head, the other remained on her waist, his thumb drawing burning circles through the silk.

He kissed her again, deeply, passionately, his tongue seeking hers. Jessica responded with the same ardor, her slender but firm arms knotted around his powerful neck, her fingers sinking into his thick brown hair.

Their bodies pressed against each other, seeking more contact, more heat. She felt each deep breath of Kaiser swelling his chest against hers, each violent beat of his heart resonating against her sternum.

He left her lips, reddened and slightly swollen, to descend again on her neck, tracing a line of burning kisses along the long tense column down to the neckline of her clothes, which revealed the beginning of her breast. He stopped there, his warm breath on her skin, respectful despite the evident desire that tensed him, visible through the fabric of his pants.

Jessica, cheeks flushed and eyes shining, took his angular face between her cold hands, forced him to lift his head. She plunged into his eyes, now widened and dark with passion.

"I trust you," she said softly, scrutinizing every detail of his face.

He responded with a nod, before placing one last kiss, soft and almost chaste, on the tip of her nose. Then he pulled back slightly, letting the cold air slip between them.

He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his own breath still short. "We need to go back," he said, his voice tinged with frustration mixed with tenderness. "Before I’m no longer able to stop."

Jessica nodded, a timid smile on her lips. She adjusted the collar of her dress, her fingers brushing the fresh mark on her clavicle. She took the hand he offered her, a broad and calloused hand that engulfed hers, and let herself be led out of the shadow of the porch, her heart still pounding in her temples, the taste of him still on her tongue.

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