My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 124: Desire

It was like the world stopped. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as though he were testing the waters. But it quickly deepened, the gentle press of his mouth giving way to a fierceness that made Raelynn's head spin. She responded instinctively, her hands moving to clutch the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. There was a spark in the air, heavy and electric, like something unspoken lingered between them.

Elion's hands moved too, one sliding to cup her cheek while the other rested lightly on her waist. His touch was firm but careful, as though he were afraid of breaking her. Raelynn's fingers tangled in his hair, her lips parting as his tongue brushed against hers. The kiss grew hungrier, more desperate, and Raelynn felt a warmth pooling in her chest that spread to every part of her body.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily, their foreheads nearly touching. Raelynn's cheeks were flushed, her lips tingling from the intensity of the kiss. She looked at Elion, whose face was equally flushed, his hair slightly disheveled from her hands.

"Now that's what I call a kiss," Raelynn teased, her voice soft and slightly breathless.

Elion's lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. "You think so?" he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a thrill through her.

Before she could respond, he leaned in again, capturing her lips in another kiss, this one even more intense than the first. Raelynn gasped softly against his mouth as his hands moved, one sliding under her shirt to rest on the bare skin of her lower back. His touch was warm, sending shivers up her spine. She didn't stop him; instead, she melted into him, her hands gripping his shoulders as if to steady herself.

Elion's lips trailed away from hers, moving to the corner of her mouth, then along her jawline. His breath was hot against her skin as he pressed a series of slow, deliberate kisses down her neck. Raelynn tilted her head slightly, giving him more access, her own breaths coming in shallow bursts. Her fingers fisted the fabric of his shirt as he nibbled lightly at the sensitive spot just below her ear.

"Elion," she whispered, her voice trembling, though she wasn't sure if it was from nervousness or the way he made her feel.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes filled with something she couldn't quite name. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he said, his voice soft but serious.

Raelynn swallowed hard, her heart racing. She shook her head, her gaze locked with his. "Don't stop."

At her words, Elion's face changed—focused, determined, as though a silent green light had been given. He moved quickly, his hands finding the controls on the side of her seat. The chair moved with a faint mechanical noise, reclining her just a bit. Raelynn let out a surprised laugh, which quickly turned into a soft gasp as Elion leaned over her, bracing himself with one arm on the side of the chair while the other slid under her back to support her.

"So, is this your secret weapon?" she managed to say, her voice trembling but light.

Elion's lips quirked into another smirk. "I like to think of it as... improvisation."

He kissed her again, his lips moving with a confidence that left her breathless. His hand roamed lightly over her waist and hip, his touch igniting sparks wherever it lingered. Raelynn felt like her whole body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. She tugged at his shirt, her fingers brushing against the hard planes of his chest beneath the fabric.

"Elion," she whispered again, her voice a mixture of longing and uncertainty.

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He pulled back slightly, his lips barely brushing hers as he spoke. "Raelynn," he murmured, his voice low and filled with an emotion she couldn't quite place. "I—"

But he didn't finish. Instead, he scooped her up in one swift, effortless motion, his arms cradling her against his chest. Raelynn let out a startled sound, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as she looked up at him. Close enough to feel his breath, his expression balanced between seriousness and a playful glint.

"Don't worry," he said, his voice teasing but firm. "It's not finished yet."

Before she could respond, he strode toward the exit of the home cinema. He hurried around like someone—or something—was right behind him. Raelynn's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing as she tried to process what was happening. She glanced up at him, her gaze searching his face for answers, but Elion's focus was fixed ahead, his jaw set with determination.

"Elion, where are we—" she began, but he cut her off with a soft chuckle.

"You'll see," he said, his voice tinged with amusement.

They reached her room quickly, the door swinging open with a soft creak as Elion carried her inside. He nudged the door closed with his foot and carefully placed her on the bed's edge, his hands lingering on her waist for a moment before he stepped back. Raelynn looked up at him, her cheeks still flushed, her heart still racing.

"Elion…" she started, her voice uncertain.

He leaned down, his hands resting on either side of her, effectively trapping her in place. His face was close, his breath warm against her skin as he spoke. "Raelynn," he said softly, his voice steady but filled with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "You're the only thing I really want right now."

She opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek before pulling him into another kiss. It was softer this time, less hurried, but no less passionate. For the first time in a long while, she let herself simply feel—no overthinking, no hesitation.

For now, the night felt endless, and she wasn't ready to let it go.