Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 122

“My eyes are ugly now, though…”

Myra’s eyes were swollen after she cried for the entire day. She was sure that she looked hideous and did not want Tony to see her in that shape. However, he gently caressed her temples and brushed his lips over the tops of her eyes before he said, “Your eyes are anything but ugly. In fact, they’re beautiful.”

“You must be blind,” she muttered, although she would hate for him to agree that her eyes were hideous, even if she said so herself.

He chuckled.

His voice was husky and sultry on its own, but when he laughed like that, she felt that she could show him every part of her. His piercing gaze was fixed on her and she found herself blushing once more.

“Blinded by your beauty,” Tony quipped, his voice heavy with implication. His lips brushed past hers as his kisses trailed down to her neck whereupon he bit and sucked on the supple skin, marking her as his own.

Myra felt the blood rush to her face. She had abandoned all efforts to shrink from him and instead succumbed to the desire that swam in her veins. She had never done any of those with other men and she was never this intimate with Sean either.

She gripped onto the bed sheet beneath her, suddenly becoming shy as her thoughts ran wild with Tony’s kisses.

Meanwhile, Tony did not ignore how Myra almost shied away earlier. He narrowed his eyes and his gaze darkened dangerously as he pulled her into his arms.

She could feel his weight pressing against her, but after that, he did not move any further.

His body was coiled and tense as he held her. It was as though they were two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle and he wanted nothing more than to mold her against him.

“Tony?” Myra called out in surprise when he did not let go after a while.

After a lengthy pause, she heard him mutter raspily, “Say it again.”

She stiffened as Tony repeated, “Say my name again.”

Myra was flushed and her eyes were watery as she stared at him. Then, she said softly, “Tony…”

Her voice was crisp and gentle. When she said his name, she felt his body tense up against her and she slightly bit her lip as she asked, “Are you alright?”

She did not think that one kiss could lead to this.

Tony, on the other hand, could feel himself unraveling at the sound of her voice. It was as if him waiting for the past thirty-five years had escalated to this moment and he could not suppress himself any longer.

Sweat beads had appeared on his forehead as he tried to show some restraint.

Upon seeing that, Myra lightly bit on her lip. Her eyes grew steely as she suddenly reached out toward his belt and began to unbuckle it.

It was not hard to unbuckle his belt, but she was so nervous that she fumbled and her fingers struggled with the buckle for a while.

However, he saw her action as a sweet form of torture.

He did not hold himself back any longer and he instead grabbed her hands, guiding her to unbuckle his belt.

As his belt clattered to the floor, he reached out and covered her hand with his.

When everything had settled, Tony saw that Myra’s face was flushed. His heart softened when he thought about what she had just done for him. He reached past her to grab a piece of tissue from the box on the nightstand. He began to wipe her hand with it as he held her close to him.