Page 49 of August and the Night

He looks up at me, his eyes meeting mine, and I see something flicker in their depths—something dark and hot. He kisses all the way from my ankle to my inner thighs. Leaving my skin hot in his wake, each place he kisses burns with white hot pleasure. He concentrates his kisses, sometimes his tongue even pokes out and licks me there.

I moan slightly as he makes me feel good, his fingers remove my panties to the side, exposing my pussy to him.

“Who does this pretty little cunt belong to, little dove?” He growls, his finger moving up and down gently on my slit.

“It’s mine.” I say cheekily, with a teasing smile. Instantly, he places a gentle slap on my cunt, making me jolt.

“You won’t like it if I repeat the question, baby.” He rasps, and I fight back a giggle as she says, “it’s yours, baby, yours.”

“What is?” He teases back, and I look away, feeling heat attack my face, sure that I was blushing. I force the words to come out of my mouth, “My cunt.”

He laughs darkly before he dives in, his mouth on my pussy making me feel stars. He licks me up and down, all of me, before sucking on my clit and using his teeth to bite it gently. He holds my hips tightly, his touch bruising as he guides my hips to ride his face. I muster up my courage before I hump his face, closing my eyes as the pleasure becomes overwhelming. My orgasm is so close, a string of moans comes out of my mouth as I rut his face harder, determined to chase my high. Just as I can feel it coming, he stops, his hands delivering bruising spanks on my ass instead. I ignore the pain and grab his hair roughly, urging him to continue. However, he doesn’t budge, refusing to give me my pleasure and I groan both in pain and in disappointment.

“How does it feel to be robbed of something that is rightfully yours, little dove?” He growls out against my heat, referring to me refusing to move in with him at the moment, and I let out a whimper. His mouth is glowing with my juices, his eyes dark and I want anything at this point, I just want to be pushed over that delicious edge that I was standing at.

“Please, August, Please.” I beg but he just shakes his head, returning my underwear to its place before patting my pussy gently and standing up. Wiping away the traces of me from his mouth. I spot his hard cock, and my hand sneaks between us to squeeze it, dying for it. He gently removes my hand before kissing me, and I taste myself on his lips.

“Later,” He promises, and I pout, it is clear that he is punishing me. But I won’t let anything sour our vacation, and I shrug my desire off, knowing he will give me what I need when we return just like he promised.

We walk towards the resort's restaurant, August's hands wrapped around me to ensure I do not fall in my heels. The restaurant within the resort exudes a cozy ambiance, its inviting atmosphere carrying the scent of delicious dishes that await us.

August and I choose a table near the window, a sense of anticipation mingling with the tension that lingers between us. We navigate the buffet line together, selecting an array of delectable foods before settling in for a meal.

As we eat, my attention wanders to a man across the room. He's an imposing figure, tall and broad-shouldered, his body adorned with intricate tattoos that seem to tell a story of their own. Despite his rugged appearance, there's an undeniable handsomeness about him. However, my eyes inevitably return to August, and I can't help but think that he outshines any man in the room.

"The food is delicious,” I tell him, as the flavors explode in my mouth.

August's chuckle is warm, a familiar sound that eases the tension between us. "I know, this is my second serving."

Our easy banter creates a comfortable bubble in which we can momentarily forget the weight of our recent conversation. But the undercurrent of emotions remains, simmering just beneath the surface. Amidst our meal, I can't help but notice the enigmatic man making his way towards our table.

"August, it's been a while," the man greets, his voice carrying an air of familiarity.

August's response is cautious, a nod that reveals little. "Dante,"

My curiosity piques, and I watch their exchange intently, sensing an unspoken tension between them. As Dante's attention shifts to me, his gaze sharp and assessing, I feel a wave of unease wash over me.

"And who's this lovely lady?" he inquires, his piercing gaze focusing on me.

I meet his gaze with a polite smile, appreciating the compliment despite the tension that fills the air. "I'm Layla. Nice to meet you."

Dante's smirk deepens as he turns his attention back to August. "Lily's mentioned you."

My heart races at the mention of Lily's name. Leaning forward, my eagerness is evident as I ask, "Oh, Lily… how do you know her?"

Dante's smile holds a hint of amusement as his gaze holds mine. "We have worked together," he says, and I can't help but want to know more. Lily didn't mention this man! I was going to kill her. Secretly, though, I hope she replaces Oliver with him.

I nod, my excitement probably clear. "Should I tell her about our meet up?"

Dante's smile transforms into a warm one, his eyes meeting mine. "Yeah, tell her Dante says hello."

With a nod of agreement, Dante bids us goodbye, leaving behind a trail of intrigue. The tension lingers, though, August clenching and unclenching his fists in what seems like anger.

I shrug the tension off and return my focus to my plate, my heart racing from the unexpected encounter, my heart racing with anticipation to tell Lily about this. I can't wait to find out more about her and Dante.

After our meal, August and I decide to roam the resort further. The tension between us still lingers, but we're making an effort to enjoy our vacation. We stroll through lush gardens, hand in hand, the warm breeze ruffling our hair. It's a beautiful day, and the beauty of the surroundings begins to seep into my consciousness, soothing the worries that have been gnawing at me.

As we walk, I can't help but steal glances at August. Despite everything, I'm still drawn to him, still hopelessly infatuated. His profile is striking, his features chiseled and handsome. I wonder what's going on in his mind, if he's still upset about my decision to buy the apartment.

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