Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 146 He'll Watch Over Her

Charley Gomez had come down for breakfast, planning to head off to the Gomez family base for training after their high school semester had ended and an additional week of classes were added. He was supposed to join the team Vincent

had assembled for some intense training sessions.

But as he entered the kitchen, he stumbled upon the steamy sight of Sylvester and Cicery locked in a fervent kiss.

He couldn't help but sharply inhale at the sight.

Sylvester and Cicery... they were moving fast.

Feeling the presence of someone else, Cicery got startled and tried to push Sylvester away, but Sylvester caught her hands, turned his head slightly, and said in a cold voice, "Can't you see you're interrupting?" Startled, Charley quickly ducked out of the room.

The kitchen instantly quieted down again.

Without hesitation, Sylvester dove back in, his warm tongue sliding into her mouth, greedily exploring every corner, as if trying to memorize her taste...

They were so close he could see the delicate fuzz on her cheeks, smell the faint scent of her perfume, and their breathing turned hot and urgent... And then his kisses trailed down her neck...

"Mmm..."

Cicery couldn't help but let out a delicate sigh.

Her eyes, misty and gleaming, even her cheeks flushed with a blossoming red. A sheen of sweat glistened on her nose, and her pretty lips parted slightly to reveal the tender, glistening tip of her tongue.

In her innocence was a hint of allure, a sight that made her irresistibly endearing, compelling him to bend down once more and capture her lips. This time, he wasn't as forceful, but softly coiled around her tongue, nudging it gently. She quivered, embracing his affection, her eyelashes becoming unconsciously damp...

After a lingering moment, Sylvester Gomez released her, his lips curved in a smile. Watching Cicery's dazed and coy expression, he chuckled softly, his voice sultry and captivating, "Sweetheart, a kiss should be just like that." Yet, Cicery's inexperienced kisses lacked the true art of it.

Her eyes, wet and wide, locked onto his, and the world around her seemed to fade, leaving only his deep and mysterious gaze.

Sylvester Gomez smiled amusingly, "Baby, is that your version of sweet nothings?"

Was this her tactic, seeking his kiss so boldly?

Cicery nodded earnestly, without any hint of shyness, "Mhm."

Her naivety and innocence made his breath catch, but Sylvester kept his desire at bay as he closed in on Cicery. "Cicery, it seems your man has a better knack for sweet talk than you." Contemplating his words seriously, then nodding with conviction, Cicery agreed, "Mhm, I like Sylvester Gomez's techniques."

How wonderful, she really liked it.

Somewhere in Cicery's veins flowed the ancient bloodline of the Holy Light Tribe, where customs were impassioned and daring, so much so that many males would have two or three females in their lifetimes.

But then, her mother introduced many enlightened thoughts, and the Holy Light Tribe began to develop their own laws, the foremost being that men were only allowed to marry one woman. Even so, the Holy Light Tribe maintained the belief that if you liked someone, you should boldly say it.

Cicery did just that, following her heart, expressing her fondness without reservation.

Sylvester Gomez was at a loss with her; he suspected if Cicery kept on talking, he'd be overwhelmed.

Sylvester reached out and gently pinched Cicery's soft cheek, teasingly suggesting, "Let's leave it at that for now, darling. The best is yet to come." "Really?"

Her eyes sparkled even brighter.