Chapter 682: [Timeless] (NSFW)

“Convenient… now I can beat you up as much as I want, without worrying about the consequences,” Mia snickered as she saw Allen's wounds healing at a rapid pace. But Allen knows that she was just messing with him.

Allen laughs. “Oh please no, I’m not into pain and pleasure…so please spare me with that,”

“I think you will love it?” Mia giggled. She then reached out and placed a hand on his chest--which looked so small compared to his hunky, muscled chest. He then covered it with his own and brought it to his lips.

It was a tender gesture, soft as a butterfly’s wing.

Now, she thought. Now is the moment. This is really happening. He was really here…! Back into her side again!

She then felt his hand again, touching her hair this time.

“Would you like some music?” Allen thought for a moment, then muttered, wanting to liven up the place and make it as romantic as much as possible. At least he owes her this. This romantic moment is what he, and she longed for a very long time. A dream now obtained.

“Only if you do,” Mia replied.

This moment was so magical; it didn’t need anything to enhance it.

There was a feeling of breathless anticipation between them.

“Give me your, give me your, give me your attention baby (attention baby)

I got to tell you a little something about yourself (self)

You're wonderful, flawless, oh you're a sexy lady (sexy lady)

But you walk around here like you wanna be someone else (else)”

Allen snapped his fingers and immediately after, [Treasure] by Bruno Mars started playing from somewhere.

“Treasure, that is what you are

Honey, you're my golden star

You know you can make my wish come true

If you let me treasure you

If you let me treasure you, oh”

“…funky,” Mia giggled in amusement.

“Timeless,” Allen winked at her, causing the former to burst out in laughter.

Suddenly his arms closed around her, pulling her close. His breath felt warm against her hair. His lips found hers and she surrendered to the sweetest, most sensual kiss she had ever known. Allen's soft, plump lips were turning into a kissing monster. They were filled with a mixture of lust and passion, and they were attacking her lips with a fervor she wouldn't have believed he was capable of.

Mia lovingly wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her whole body against him, feeling a need to merge with him physically, emotionally, in every way possible. In one swift movement, he swept her up in his arms, and the next thing she knew, she was being carried up.

...but one of her shoes fell off.

“Don’t worry, Cinderella. I’ll make sure to get it back to you…of course, even after that, the magic wouldn’t wear off, after all, this magic is everlasting~” Allen smiled mischievously.

Her other shoe fell off as he put her down, and she felt him reach down to pick it up.

“I know you will... but before that, can I use the bathroom?” Mia smiled wryly.

“Of course.” Allen chuckled and then guided her towards the room’s personal bathroom. With a sweet smile, Mia slipped inside, closing the door behind her. Mia then relieved herself and washed up especially her dried-up tears.

She touched up her makeup. She was glad she had spent so many hours finding the perfect outfit, the perfect lingerie for their long-awaited reunion. Everything was perfect. He was perfect. She contemplated herself in the mirror. Layla and the others had said she looked pretty. She had never thought of herself as pretty. Not ugly, but not pretty. But tonight she felt pretty, and she knew it was the joy bubbling up inside of her that showed on her face. It's like her face was covered with a bright halo--one that even angels would envy.

“You got this, Mia,” she told her reflection. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom.

In the room, Allen was already waiting for her with a handsome smile, looking at her. Mia then walked towards him and jumped at him. She blushed when he leaned in to whisper in her ear, and he grinned in response, seeing the effect he was having.

Inches separated them as their knees touched, her hand resting gently on his arm. They were not anxious to start anything as they stayed in that position, hugging each other and feeling each other’s warmth and love. After a long time of separation, they indeed missed each other so much. Just a touch from each other is enough for them to feel that the world could be so wonderful.

And this moment was their's alone!

They then talked about what had happened these past few years and all their experiences, dangers and many more. They also talked about the people left in the mortal world, their family, their problems, their future and goals…

Sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, sometimes at a loss…

But all in all, they never felt as happy as they are now.

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Arm in arm, hand in hand.

…it’s as if the entire world was already in their grasp.

They sat there, inches apart; the spark between them was palpable, making Mia's stomach tumble and heat creep up her neck. With wide innocent eyes, she listened as he spoke; absentmindedly twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

"...and then, I was wandering around for..."

While Allen was recounting his experiences, Mia suddenly took the opportunity to look closer at the face of her beloved. He was a man of any girl's dreams. He had smooth flawless skin, which was like a sheet of well-done cloth. His eyes, which was under his beautiful snow-white hair, glinted under the moonlight. He had a high-bridged nose that was among his two eyes. His soft sharp lips were very attractive and captivating. His seemingly cold ruby eyes were full of intensity and wild ferocity that exude exquisite charm. He had a Roman-like nose and a thin pair of lips that was in the form of a smirk that made her always weak in the knees...

His appearance alone was seductive.

Mia swallowed as he turned back to her, hoping he hadn’t noticed her staring. But the look in his eyes told her he had, and he didn’t wait for her to turn her attention elsewhere to do the same. He stared at her, intently, lifting the cup of wine to his lips, his eyes doing the talking.

When she looked at him, her lips tingled, and her mind wandered to delicious places. All the grievances and longing she had accumulated these past years seemed to have become a wild beast, raging to be set free and do the slaughter. Her eyes turned misty and glazed, all while thinking that kissing him might be like heaven and sin combined. She wanted to kiss those lips and feel his body pressed against hers, and the closer he got as they spoke, she thought it may happen.

And she wasn’t disappointed…

The space between them closed as he leaned in and pressed his body against her, igniting the spark that lay dormant while apart. A beast roaring inside her mind. Mia knew how badly he wanted her and feeling the effect she had on him filled her with excitement. And she would never tire of the way he made her feel in return – sexy, powerful and desired. He brought out her true self, the one she kept hidden from everyone but him. And in his light, she came to life.

He kissed her neck while sliding a hand between the buttons on her shirt and she gasped as his hand brushed her skin. She tilted her head back into him, reaching a hand up, grabbing the back of his neck to pulling his mouth down onto her skin.

There were no more words after that. Allen unbuttoned her blouse skillfully, reaching under her bra to run his finger along the smooth skin of her breast, and gripping a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rubbed it gently, stimulating her desire. She moaned as he teased her, his mouth leaving a trail of fire as he brushed her hair aside, and moved his lips to her shoulder while reaching down to the hem of her skirt.

Allen’s strong hands began to glide up and down her back, across her ribcage, and finally to her chest. He hesitated, as if still at war within himself, and gently cupped one breast. Finally. To finally feel him touch her like the woman he wanted. Mia could barely contain the excitement she felt inside.

All these years…just how long had she waited for this very moment?

How many fantasies had she created to replicate this kind of memory?

She had already lost count about it.

Every passing night, she went alone!

That thin layer of silk was all that separated his hand from her breast. As she felt herself harden beneath his fingers, "You smell as wonderful as before," Allen moaned, and his other hand traced up the front of the laced bra until he found her bare skin.

Mia writhed happily as he explored these uncharted spots of her body. She kissed him harder and a shoulder of her open blouse accidentally slipped down to her elbow. Then, he paused, his hand on her breast tentatively stroked her nipple through the fabric again. He reached behind her to unhook her bra. Mia let him. She lay still, and proud, a willing victim waiting for the ultimate sacrifice to take place.

Allen slid the straps of Mia's bra down her arms, freeing her quite ample breasts in the process. They were not as big as Muxiao or Celty, but they were firm and pert. He looked at Mia’s uncovered breasts with adoring eyes and massaged her nakedness. He bent down and kissed her right boob. Mia moaned; she couldn't help it. Allen looked up at her when she moaned and, seeing she liked what he did, bent down to her chest again.

Allen put his mouth over Mia's right nipple. He didn't do anything yet, simply let the feel of his long-missed lover's nipple wash over him. He raised his hand and grabbed the other breast. It was soft yet firm as always. In short, it was a pleasure. Allen began to move his fingers and knead the tender meat on his hands.

Mia couldn't believe her fantasies were finally turning into reality once again. She had always been a breast person. She loved it when Allen played with her tits, as he was doing now. A complete enactment of her many fantasies every night. Unable to control herself, Mia let out one moan after another. She grabbed Allen by the head and pulled him closer to her chest.

Allen got the message, clear as it could be, and began to suck on her nipple, which grew hard and taut in his mouth. Mia moaned again, and her hips began to move on their own. Allen went on sucking her breast, and by the time his mouth was on the other breast, Mia's panties were soaking wet. he took his sweet time, sucking, biting, and licking her tits. Mia knew he knew what he was doing very well, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from shouting and screaming with pleasure. Rubbing, massaging, his hand tested the pair of globes, fingers spreading out to dig lightly into the tender flesh, making her whimper in longing for more, so much more. Then, suddenly she felt his hand left one of her globes and trailed down her abdomen, and still down further, where her thighs met her sex. His feather-like touch causing her to moan again and again.

Allen stroked her opening gingerly as if she were a delicate flower that might fall apart, then finally finding the bud of flesh in erection that they sought and pressed it tenderly. Mia stopped breathing and felt her muscles and nerves tighten, as though her belly had been struck by a jet of ice water. And she buckled, her body arched. She almost came, and she felt it.

"Allen, please," she begged for release. But Allen didn't move, and just stared at him with an amused smile. Merely by its weight, his hand applied pressure to her clitoris, on which his digits were resting.

"Not yet," he said. "I wanted to savor you more... to feel you more," His hand slipped into her skirt, and caressed her flat, muscular belly, just above the high mound of her pubis, stroking it as though it were the neck of a thoroughbred, as if trying to pacify the raging beast. His fingers ran along the folds of her groin and across the top of her pubic hair, tracing a triangle whose area seemed to be estimating.

Then the hand forced her thighs to spread farther apart. It closed over her warm, swollen sex, caressing it as if to soothe it, without haste, following the furrow of its lips, dipping in lightly between them, passing over her erect clitoris--then the fingers sank deeper between her moist membranes. Biting her lips to stifle the sob that was rising from her throat, Mia panted with desire as Allen brought her closer and closer to orgasm without letting her reach it.

Mia soon found herself pressing onto his hand. Pressing hard.

"Aaahhhgg, Allen..."

The hand inside her increased its tempo and she gasped at the mounding sensations within her. Allen shifted, once again propping himself up as he kissed and licked a path from her belly button to the space between her breasts. He kissed every inch and took her nipple into his mouth, suckling as if she was his nourishment.

He continued fondling one nipple with his hand and lowered his mouth around the other one, kissing, sucking, nibbling, creating intense waves of pleasure that traveled up and down her spine, warming up her sex and curling her toes.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned. Allen sucked a little harder on her nipple and she arched her back, pressing up against him as much as she could. His bent fingers rose and fell, rubbing her clit and then slipping another finger into her hungry hole, he massaged her G-spot until she came, shivering, panting, grinding against his hand.

"Damn you...Allen," Mia groaned.

But Allen merely smiled, seemly enjoying what he was seeing.

"There's more to come, my love...more, and more,"

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