Welcome to the Innocent World-Chapter 207: A Married Woman’s Charm

Room dimly lit and peacefully humming in this 5-star hotel. I fastened the last button on my shirt, catching my reflection in the mirror—hair messy, eyes a little heavy from exhaustion, but still holding a mischievous smile. Behind me, a snorting sound broke the silence.

John, Mia, Lisa, and Tasha lay naked sprawled across the king-sized bed, tangled limbs draped over each other. John's face was buried in Lisa's boobs, his mouth slightly open as he snored softly. Tasha was curled near John's legs on the side of the bed, dangerously close to his groin, her arm slung over Mia, whose half-body rested on John's back. They looked like a pile of sleepy puppies, exhausted and entirely vulnerable.

They snorted again, the sound echoing off the elegant walls, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Bunch of kids..." I whispered, shaking my head.

Truth be told, I was feeling a bit drained myself and I wished if I could sleep with them here as well but the clock on the nightstand blinked 2:00 am in bright red numbers, a harsh reminder that I was running late.

My eyes widened. "Oh, shit... Lyra's gonna kill me."

Without another second to lose, I darted out of the room, carefully closing the door behind me so as not to wake the sleeping puppies. My legs moved swiftly, heart racing—not from fatigue, but from the thought of Lyra standing outside, waiting.

I reached a different floor, my own suite room, and there she was. Lyra stood with her back to me, fingers busy on her phone, casually chewing her bubble gum. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, smooth and perfectly styled. That red one-piece dress of hers hugged every curve, the lacework revealing her smooth skin beneath, enough to leave men breathless. Her cleavage, bold and unapologetic, added an almost dangerous allure to her already seductive sexy body.

I took a deep breath, attempting to compose myself. She must have heard my footsteps because she turned around, her eyes locking onto mine.

"There you are, Austin." she said, her voice laced with playful annoyance. "I was just about to call you."

I scratched the back of my head, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. "I see..." My heart thumped as guilt began to settle in. Had she been waiting long? I had no idea how much time had slipped by. "Were you waiting for long?" I asked, trying to gauge her mood.

Her lips pursed, eyes narrowing as she crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her cleavage up even more. Damn, she was stunning, even when she was about to tear me apart.

"An hour," she huffed, tapping her heels. "I've been out here for over an hour, and you made me wait. Do you know how hard it was for me to sneak out tonight? I had to lie to my husband, create a whole fake scenario just to get away, and you were off doing God knows what!" Her finger jabbed at my chest, each word sharp and accusing. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. She was right. I'd been careless. My shoulders slumped, and I lowered my head.

"I... I'm sorry. Really, Lyra. I got caught up in... something. I didn't mean to make you wait." I could barely meet her gaze, my eyes closing in guilt.

*Pfft* Then, a sound broke through the tension—a laugh. A melodic, carefree laugh. I opened my eyes, confusion spreading across my face. Lyra was laughing, her entire body shaking as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Got you!" she managed between giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You should've seen your face!"

I blinked, completely dumbfounded. "What?"

She grinned, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I just got here. My husband only just fell asleep, and I didn't have to do half the things I said. You're so easy to mess with."

My jaw dropped. "You... You were joking?"

She shrugged, a sly smile playing on her lips. "What can I say? I like seeing you squirm."

My frown deepened, though I couldn't help the relief flooding my chest. She hadn't been waiting. She wasn't actually mad. I sighed, leaning against the wall.

"You're evil, you know that?" I said with a sighh*

"Maybe," she teased, popping her gum and winking. "We both are.."

She wasn't wrong. That playfulness was one of the things that made her so damn irresistible. But still... "Don't give me heart attacks like that, Lyra." I said.

Lyra's smile was playful, and intoxicating. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, echoing in the quiet corridor as she closed the distance between us. Her movements were slow, deliberate, and seductive, hips swaying with every step. My heart pounded in my chest.

"Only if my husband were to be such a cutie..ahh.." She said, stopping right in front of me, her perfume a sweet, tempting fragrance that made my head spin. Her hands came up, soft fingers cradling my face. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, gazing into mine.

Her face inched closer, her eyes fluttering shut as her lips parted. My breath caught in my throat. Then, her mouth found mine, soft and warm. I melted into her, my hands instinctively finding her waist, fingers gripping the delicate lace fabric that hugged her curves.

Our lips moved together, a perfect rhythm, slow and sensual. Her mouth was sweet, tasting faintly of strawberries and bubble gum. My tongue traced her lower lip before slipping inside, meeting hers. They rolled together, dancing, exploring.

Then, I felt it—something small and sweet pressing against my tongue. She was giving me her gum. I accepted it, letting it slide into my mouth without breaking the kiss, my teeth lightly nipping at her lips in playful retaliation. She smiled against my mouth, her body pressing into mine, her boobs rubbing against my own as she molded herself closer.

My hands slid lower, finding the curves of her ass, fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp softly. I pulled her tighter, feeling every inch of her body against mine. I lifted her leg, locking her body with mine as her curves fit perfectly, like she was meant to be there, melting into me.

Her nails grazed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. She tilted her head, deepening the kiss, her tongue exploring me more eagerly now, needier. My heart raced, heat pooling in my chest and spreading through my body.

This was the longest kiss, I had received from anyone. Not even with my shadow mystics, I did for this long as if the time has lost itself into the fabric of time and space.

Soon after felt an eternity, she broke away, her lips lingering just a breath away from mine, her eyes half-lidded and smoky. "So... where are we going?" she asked, her voice husky, still laced with desire.

I rolled the gum on my tongue, a smirk curling my lips. "There are change of plans..." I said, my voice low and teasing.

She arched an eyebrow, her playful demeanor returning. "Like what?"

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "You're coming to my bed."

Her eyes widened, her mouth curling into a wicked smile to match my own.

Before I could say another word, her hands already fumbling behind me as she found the door handle. The door clicked open, and she shoved me inside, her laughter a melodic echo in the hallway.

I stumbled back, but she was quick to follow, her hands never leaving my body as she kicked the door shut behind us. The lock clicked, and we were alone, surrounded by the dim, inviting warmth of my suite.

I barely had time to catch my breath before she was on me again, her lips crashing into mine, fiercer this time, more desperate. Her hands were everywhere—on my chest, my shoulders, slipping under my shirt as her nails scraped along my skin.

My hands slid down her back, finding the soft curves of her ass. I gripped them firmly, feeling her body melt into mine as I lifted her effortlessly into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist, holding me close as her fingers tangled in my hair. Our mouths never parted, lips locked in a passionate kiss.

Her taste was intoxicating—sweet and fiery, a perfect blend that made me lose all sense of time. She held my face, her nails grazing my skin as our tongues danced, exploring each other with growing urgency.

I carried her across the room, our bodies pressed tightly together. Reaching the bed, I gently laid her down on the plush mattress, her blonde hair splaying out beneath her. Her eyes were dark with desire, half-lidded as she gazed up at me, lips swollen from our kisses.

I climbed over her, my body hovering above hers, my knees sinking into the mattress. Her dress had ridden up, exposing her creamy thighs, her chest rising and falling as her breath quickened. My fingers found the delicate lace at her neckline, pulling it slowly, teasingly. The fabric gave way, slipping off her shoulders and spreading open to reveal her bare naked boobs, perfect and inviting.