If you ain't a fan of erotic scenes, I suggest skipping the part of this chapter where I mark with an ❌.

Enjoy reading!

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I was at a loss.

"Where the fuck is it?" I drawled out with frustration. It has been hours since I started scrambling around to find it and my patience has long left me. Stopping in the middle of the room, I stomped a foot harshly and screamed. Why is it when you need something the most, it goes missing?!

"Well welcome back to me too, I guess."

Tell me how to breathe again, please? I turned around wide-eyed at the glorious kept man in front of me. His mesmerizing gray eyes twinkled with mirth and curiosity, matched with a smirk as he placed his suitcase on the floor. My mouth was gaping and closing like a fish on the brink of death. "You're back?" I squeaked.

Storm chuckled and walked toward me. His scent was already engulfing me in a tight embrace before he could even touch me. He held both of my shoulders with his hands and with a firm expression, he said, "Breathe, Yzavel."

And just like that, I let out a loud puff of hair followed by a series of wheezing sounds. "Who knew I could hold in my breath that long, eh?" I mused and he let out a soft laugh.

With a smile, he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. It lasted for but a few seconds but everything felt like slow motion. My heart fluttered like it came alive for the first time.

"Was that enough to prove to you that I am not one of your several imaginations of me? Yes, I am back, Yzavel. Just how many times did you dream of me, hmm?" he teased with squinted eyes. My eyes blinked furiously fast, not accustomed to this side of Storm.

Defensively, I uttered, "I have not!"

He did some sarcastic face. "Whatever you say, darling. I'm gonna take a bath now." I absentmindedly nodded, trying to fan my burning cheeks.

Just then, Storm's head popped out of the bathroom door with a mischievous grin, "Have you also dreamed of me in the shower?"

"Storm!"

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After a lot of searching, I finally found what I was looking for and let out a small shout of victory. At long last, I found the dreadful black lace lingerie my brothers sent me.

Last week, a mysterious package was sent to me with a lace ribbon. Opening it appeared a pink and black box with the tag that said "To spice up the game. Love, your brothers. P.S. Mom and Dad are waiting for a little bean from you two soon."

It was a field day for everyone who witnessed me receiving and opening the gift, aka Bloom, Tecna, Musa, Khal, and Axel. I'm surprised Khal hasn't mentioned it to Storm yet.

"You found what you were looking for?" I jumped and quickly hid it inside my shirt out of panic. Thankfully, my back was facing him, so I just nodded my head. I could hear him shuffling in my direction and asked what it was.

"Nothing! Just a necklace, nothing more." He hummed at my rapid response. I could feel his overwhelming presence behind me and his breath was sending tingling sensations down my neck.

He caressed my arms until he reached where my hands were at—beneath my shirt. My breath hitched as he tried to pry my hands out. "Then what are you hiding under your shirt?" 

I tightened my lock on the hem of my shirt to keep him from opening it and seeing the lingerie. "I'm just being cold, that's all. Nothing to hide here," I nervously laughed while faking a shiver. He chuckled and shook his head, drawing out a 'sure'.

Just when I started to relax, I heard him rush towards me and pry out my hands which made the lingerie fall down on the floor. Too quick for me, he was able to pick it up and inspect the lingerie with quirked eyebrows.

"I would've liked it better if it was red." His head turned to face me—gray eyes turned into a deeper shade and voice lowered down an octave or two, making my heart leap out of my chest with nervousness.

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"I'm not complaining though. Have you tried it on?" I couldn't speak so I shook my head. "Try it on," Storm demanded. His tone had an air of finality, leaving me with no choice but to do so. I took the lingerie and dashed for the bathroom.

I froze, taking a moment to process what just happened out there. Sis, go brush your teeth and put on some shea butter lotion!

I yelped at Bella's intrusion and rushed to do what she said. I also was in conflict between brushing my hair or keeping it messy.

Wait. He just told me to try it on. Why in goddess' name was I doing all this extra stuff?

Okay, Yzavel. Go out now. He might be wondering what was taking you so long. I did a few breathing exercises while gripping the knob, before finally opening the door shyly. Immediately seeing him turn to my direction, I bowed my head down, not brave enough to face him while I slowly sauntered to the front.

"Do a 360." I reluctantly obeyed.

"Come to me." My eyes widened and for a split second, I caught his smoldering gaze before lowering my head down again. I gulped and with trembling legs, walked nearer to the bed until I was at the foot of the bed.

He leaned forward and I shrieked a little. "Closer." His voice laced with dominance and seduction lulled me into a deep hypnosis as I climbed on the bed and crawled closer to him, finally meeting his deep black eyes. It shifted from black to gold a few times before settling with black, letting me know that Storm was fighting over dominance with Lakan.

Suddenly, Storm roughly pulled me towards him and my lips touched his hard, longing and impatience clearly evident. The sweet assault left me weak and submissive, but with the little courage that I had left, I bit his bottom lip and nibbled on it.

Groaning, he swiftly switched our positions, pining me under him without breaking the kiss. I felt his tongue trying to gain entrance, but I was too shy and confused why. He slowly grounded his hips against mine, letting me feel how hard and excited he was.

Oh my goddess, he was monstrous.

A wanton moan escapes my lips, giving him a way to dominate my mouth with his tongue. I cry out from the pleasure and I feel him smirk. Storm's hands start to wander, leaving teasing trails over the swell of my breast and moving on to the curve of my waist. Everywhere his hand touched, a wave of ecstasy rained down upon me, making me lose myself more and more.

His lips touched my neck and left small love bites. All I could do was moan and arch my back while he continued his passionate journey with my body. I was submerged in it, consumed by the breathless splendor of bliss this man was showering me with.

My mind was in a state of intense intricate swirls as he peppered my belly with soft kisses.  He bit the upper strap of my underwear and pulled, while staring at my half-shut curious eyes. There was an intensity in his stare that made me feel an impending danger with his actions—something that might make me lose it completely.

He let go of the garter and it slapped against my skin. I didn't know how that made me feel good, but it did and before I could let out a gasp, he gave a long lick on my underwear-clad pussy.

Breath hitched, my grip on the bedsheets tightened. "Shit," I groaned out. He continued to tease and tug at my panties. I wanted to clench my thighs, but he forcefully pushed them open every time I flinched. Storm lifted his head to stare at me and rubbed my pussy, teasing my labia in a circular motion.

I screamed and immediately covered it with my mouth, but he swatted my hand away. "Don't. Let me hear you."

He slid my panties to the side and nuzzled my folds with his nose. My face morphed into one  of concentrated ecstasy, hips bucking and trembling under his dominance.

"You smell so fucking good." With a growl, he gave soft pecks to my wetness. His name graced my lips with pure, unadulterated praise. One final tug and he tore the panties to shreds. He tasted me, stroke after stroke, before he was sucking and lapping it. His tongue rapidly slid inside and I flinched uncontrollably, pulling his hair.

"Goddess, Storm." Strings of wild moans and whimpers left me and I bit my lip hard even so much as it drew blood to stop myself from screaming so loud. I was drenched and he was thoroughly enjoying it. I was long gone; high in a realm of unknown colors and emotions. I was the lust he was greedily devouring, the ocean he had finally discovered.

Lap. Stroke. Lick. Kiss. Tongue. Fast. Rough.

It was too much. Fuck, my universe was exploding into a million kaleidoscopes. Voice, reason, and thought have left me and I am but a vessel of pleasure, sailing on the command of my master.

Sensing my building orgasm, Storm increases pressure and pace, as if he was weathering through a storm, steering the wheel furiously to reach home safe and sound. My eyes close painfully shut, the sounds of my moans turning into gradual screams. So close.

"Storm!" Over and over again did his name become heard in the four-cornered room as immense gratification came on me, furiously shaking that he had to pin me back down in place.

Once tamed, he climbed back up and gave an innocent kiss on my neck. I could feel the smug smile on his face as he decided to snuggle down and make my chest, still covered with the bra, his pillow.

"Uh, I guess...welcome back?"

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I cannot believe I am back and I cannot believe I just wrote that.

This was the lingerie if y'all were curious, you vixens.