Chapter 4: Climax
Gus watched as Alinaa's brows furrowed, her full lips curling into a frown as she took in his disheveled appearance. He knew he wasn't what she had expected, but he also knew that he could charm his way into her heart—and her bed. He flashed her a grin, his eyes twinkling behind his thick glasses. "Ah, I see you're surprised, my dear.
But don't worry, I promise you won't be disappointed," he said, his voice dripping with seduction. "Now, let's get this robe off you, shall we?"
Gus reached out, his fingers trailing down her arm, her skin shivering at his touch. He tugged at the sash of the robe, the fabric loosening and falling open, revealing her full, round breasts. Maria's breath hitched as the cool air hit her skin, her nipples hardening into tight peaks. Gus's eyes widened, his gaze flicking from her tits to her face and back again.
"I don't think I want you to touch me," Alinaa said, her voice a whisper, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and arousal. She grasped the edges of her robe, her hands shaking as she tried to pull it closed, trying to cover herself from his hungry gaze.
But Gus wasn't having any of it. He pulled her hands away and tossed the robe aside, leaving her completely naked and exposed to his eyes. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock and embarrassment, but Gus just chuckled, his eyes roaming over her body with a hungry gaze.
"Don't be shy, my dear," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "You have a body that was made to be worshipped. And I, my dear, am a very good worshipper."
Maria's cheeks flushed with heat, her body tensing as she realized that she was utterly at his mercy.
"Gustav, I… I don't think this is supposed to happen," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Gustav chuckled, low and dirty, his eyes never leaving her body. "Who the fuck cares about what's supposed to happen, Maria? Right now, all that matters is what's going to happen." He stepped closer, his thick fingers trailing down her chest, lingering on her hardened nipples before moving lower, down her stomach, her hips, her thighs.
Maria's breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire.