25 CHAPTER 25: A RACY HEART 2

"Hubby, meet Avita, Lucilla's friend the one I was talking about previously," Felicia presented Avita to Miguel before turning to Avita who was standing immediately behind her, shielding herself a little from her husband.

Felicia was pleased to observe this move since it demonstrated that Avita was not like the other girls who would try their hardest to fling themselves at her husband.

What she admired most about Avita was her loyalty. Despite the fact that her lover was not on par with the males in the wealthy circles, she remained faithful. This is one of the reasons she didn't think twice about bringing her back to the estate.

Avita's spouse's taste was not Avita's, thus there was no need to be concerned about Avita meeting her husband and worry about her taking him away from her.

She nudged Avita, who whose eyes were swollen from crying and started her introductions, saying, "Avi, dear, meet my husband, your uncle Miguel. He wasn't here the other times you came here, but I think you should know who he is, right?"

Avita initially nodded to Felicia before turning her head to gaze at Miguel, who still had her pulse racing furiously, and greeted him with a little and trembling voice, "It’s nice to meet you, Uncle Miguel!"

She instantly retreated behind Felicia, as if she was actually terrified of Miguel, but her racing heart betrayed her.

Felicia, on the other hand, was pleased to witness this and turned to face her husband, saying, "Dear, let me send Avi to the guest room. She will remain with us for the time being till her problems are resolved."

Miguel wasn't a man of many words; he simply nodded and walked to the elevator.

Felicia and Avita trailed Miguel because they were all on the same elevator.

Avita remained to herself and did not cross any lines. Felicia was also keeping an eye on her and if Avita passed her test, Felicia's earlier thoughts might be put into action.

Larson's mansion was enormous, with four floors and an additional underground floor.

Felicia and Avita got off the elevator on the second floor, while Miguel went to the fourth.

Avita had been to the mansion before, but she had never slept there before. She was both nervous and eager because this would be her first time staying at the mansion.

She listened to Felicia, who kept chatting about the estate until they arrived at the room where she would be living for the time being.

Felicia opened the door and started showing Avita around.

The guest bedroom included a double-sized bed with cream bed comforters and a cream-white curtain with a hint of gold. On the other side of the room, there was a vanity, a closet, and an en-suite bathroom.

The room was wonderful and had everything a person could want.

Avita was extremely happy with her huge bedroom and thanked Felicia several times.

Felicia couldn't help but be reminded of her younger days when she saw this side of Avita.

'Life was extremely difficult back then!'

Felicia didn't spend much time with Avita because it was late, but she did bid her good night.

When Avita was left alone in the room, she drew her suitcase to the wardrobe and placed it inside after removing a set of pajamas.

Avita showered, changed into her pajamas, and retired to bed. Before retiring to bed, she checked her phone to see whether Patrick had tried to call her, but she was disappointed to discover nothing.

She tried contacting Lucilla again, but she didn't get an answer. Finally, she texted Lucilla to let her know she was staying at the estate.

Avita wasn't feeling tired at the moment, so she checked her Facebook business page to see if she had received any orders.

Unfortunately, there was still nothing, but she remained unconcerned.

She finally went to bed after continually turning on the bed.

******

"Ummmm!" she groaned as a feather touched her skin.

Her eyes were foggy, and her lips were slightly parted as the little groans continued to stream from her mouth.

"Aren't you sensitive?" As more light touches fell onto her body, a hoarse and husky male voice teased, "I love it!"

She examined the shirtless man, whose abs were overly firm and sculpted.

His body was a work of art, and all she could think about was touching it and savoring every inch of it.

Her blood was boiling, her skin was hot, and, most importantly, her clothes were already soaking, and he hadn't even begun.

“Please….!” A sigh escaped her lips as she bit her bottom lip in a seductive manner.

The man's lips teasingly raised and slowly dropped to where she was sleeping.

She could feel his weight pressing down on her, and her body reacted to every step he took. Every pore on her body appeared to be dancing to his tune, and the pounding of one spot made her dizzy.

"Tell me, darling. What do you desire?" He asked, teasingly, as his lips brushed against her brow.

“Ahhh! Please, ummm..."

"Tell me exactly what you want, kitten!"

"Daddy, please do me!" she exclaimed, her wet eyes filled with so much longing that she felt like she was turning into a succubus.

"Are you sure that's what you want, doll?" the man chuckled as he caressed her cheek with his nose and his right hand massaged her tiny waist.

Feeling annoyed by his questioning and lethargic movements, the girl drew the man closer to her and sealed those lips she had been longing for with hers.

The man smiled as he seized possession of the kiss and pressed his tongue into those luscious lips that had been crying out to him since the first time, he tasted it.

“Ummm, ummm!”

The room was filled with moans as the two became intertwined in a deep passionate kiss that warmed the entire space.

The tongues continued to roll and entangle with one other, and mischievous hands began to sneak up on each other's bodies, inviting further problems to the people engaged in the passionate conflict.

The male abruptly pulled away, eliciting a dissatisfied moan from the lady, who was now sloppily dressed on the bed.

"Be patient, baby doll!” As he drew away, the man joked, "Daddy is going to love you well!"

The woman attempted but failed to sit. Instead, she held herself on the bed with her elbows while staring at the man standing on the carpeted floor.

She had no idea what he was up to, but that question was quickly answered. He softly drew her to the edge of the bed, where she simply let him do whatever he wanted.

With a flushed face, she let him strip her of her underwear till her olive skin was exposed for him to admire.

He couldn't wait to ravish and relish her nude body as an offering to the gods.

No pubic hair was visible on her body, which was just how he loved it. Without further ado, he carefully spread those lengthy legs, exposing that wet spot.

With hunger in his eyes, he knelt on the floor and......

Someone beating on the door jolted her awake, ‘shit! I'm going to murder you!'