Accidentally Yours, Mr. Stranger-Chapter 94 - 5. Teasing

Kyrell kissed Sienna for a long time.

Compared to the previous night at the club, where he had to be wary about his surroundings, he now had nothing to worry about. His mind was all on the woman below him, and he moved closer to her, feeling her body against his. His blood was on fire, his entire body oozing love and desire for her.

Kyrell had never been on the verge of losing control before. It was only after he met Sienna that the self-control he had been proud of snapped, and the beast in him came roaring out.

Kyrell was losing his mind slowly. But his rationality was still dominant. He didn’t do anything besides kissing her, savoring her taste to his heart’s content.

Sienna was so involved in the kiss that everything else felt redundant. Her mind was transfixed on the man who seemed to be hellbent on taking her soul. Kyrell was filled with passion. But he was equally gentle, and the combination of hot and soft made her surrender her heart to his advances.

Kyrell wasn’t the first person she had kissed. She had a boyfriend while in university and another after she had graduated.

Yet, she felt his kisses to be different and novel. It was as if the man wasn’t merely kissing her. Instead, he was worshipping her, pouring out all his feelings through the kiss.

Sienna’s heart melted into a mess, and she heaved heavily when the man moved back, giving her some space to breathe.

Admiring the woman under him, Kyrell brushed her hair away. They were still lying on the floor. While Kyrell’s arms lay on either side of her head, he still balanced himself, putting his weight on his arms instead of her.

"What was that?" Sienna asked, still trying to catch her breath.

"That, my dear, is me expressing my feelings for you." Again, he leaned in for a quick peck before pulling away.

Sienna didn’t respond, still trying to come back to normal.

"How do you feel?" he asked, moving away so that he could lean on one side.

"Delirious," Sienna replied honestly. "You’re a good kisser."

Kyrell chuckled, his low baritone voice striking her heart instantly. Sienna’s gaze instantly looked for him as she marvelled over the fine man beside her.

"I meant something else. But thank you. I am honored," Kyrell said playfully. "How is your body? Are your thighs still aching?"

Sienna had completely forgotten about the pain in her thighs and calf muscles. It was only when Kyrell reminded her that she felt the pain again, and she pouted, looking at him aggrievedly.

Kyrell’s heart trembled when he saw her teary and pitiful eyes. She looked so exquisite, so demure that he was willing to do anything for her, even give up his life.

Sighing softly, he thanked the stars again for blessing him.

"Take a hot bath. Soak yourself in the bathtub for ten to fifteen minutes. You’ll feel better."

"Couldn’t you have been merciful? I’m your soon-to-be wife," Sienna complained, finding the man evil.

"Honey, if I were to be merciful, how are you going to last in bed?"

Sienna had no reply this time. She just glared at him before looking away.

Kyrell studied her face, trying to gauge her reaction to his words. He was looking for any signs of aversion, her possible reluctance to intimacy beyond kissing and hugging.

When he didn’t see any signs of revulsion or reluctance from her, he smiled to himself, glad that she wasn’t trying to escape from being close to him. She was genuinely trying to accept him and their relationship.

Kyrell too knew his limits. He knew when not to cross the line and to take it slow. They were still in the phase of getting to know each other. Until she was fully comfortable with him, he had no intentions of having sex with her, even though every nerve of his wanted to be close to her.

"About that..." Sienna hesitated, and Kyrell understood what she was trying to say.

"Don’t worry, my dear. I know my limits. I won’t do anything you are uncomfortable with."

Sienna’s heart was coated with sweetness, and she looked at the man in gratitude. She was truly glad and fortunate to have met someone like him.

"We should get ready," Kyrell said, helping her up, and the duo stood up, only for Sienna to almost collapse. Her entire body was aching, and she wanted to do nothing but lie dead.

"Careful." Kyrell came to her support immediately. "Are you alright?"

"What do you think?" Sienna gritted her teeth and leaned onto him for support.

Sienna couldn’t even walk properly without hissing, and Kyrell, unable to see her in pain, picked her up, carrying her bridal style in his arms.

"Hey, you..." Sienna was frightened when her view changed suddenly, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him as if her life depended on it.

"Relax, I’ve got you." Holding her close, he exited the gym and walked towards the living room.

Some of the members of the Cheetah Corps were walking around, and they stopped in their tracks when they saw the couple emerge from the gym, with Sienna in Kyrell’s arms.

What happened in there after we left? Did Kyrell do something to Sienna? Did they...

Their thoughts started to run wild, and they looked at each other questioningly.

Only Xavier smiled knowingly, cheering his friend for doing a great deed. ’Ooo hoo. Well done! I’m proud of you, my boy. I’m so proud of you.’

Oblivious to the wild thoughts in his friends’ minds, Kyrell climbed the stairs and entered Sienna’s room with his lady still in his arms. Gently and carefully, he placed her on the bed and looked at her in concern.

"Do you want me to massage your legs?" he asked, gently massaging her calf muscles.

"No, no, that’s fine. I’ll manage."

"Are you sure?" Kyrell wasn’t convinced. He still saw her wincing whenever he pressed her calf muscles.

"Yes, don’t worry."

"Do you want me to help you with your bath?"

Sienna glared at him and pushed him back lightly, annoyed at being teased.

"No, thank you. Now, go. I need to get ready for work."

"Whatever you wish, honey."

With that, he didn’t disturb Sienna anymore. Although he was worried about her, he still left the room. Sienna needed to overcome the pain herself to strengthen up. The path wasn’t flowers and silk. She had to walk on the carpet of thorns if she wanted to be stronger.