Reincarnated With the Seduction System
Chapter 48: Kissing Isabella

Chapter 48: Kissing Isabella

Isabella stared at the thick milky white stuff on her hand at daze. Her thought was broken as she heard rough panting of her son. She moved her gaze on to Adrian's as she used water magic to clean her hand as her gaze was fixed on her son.

Adrian's eyes, heavy with a mix of desire and desperation, locked onto Isabella's. The room was silent except for their ragged breaths, each sound echoing the turmoil within them.

He leaned in slightly, his voice a soft plea, "Mom, can we kiss as lovers not as mother and son?"

Isabella's heart raced, her mind a chaotic mess of emotions. The request hung in the air like a weighted promise, both tempting and terrifying.

She knew this was wrong, yet the vulnerability in Adrian's gaze tugged at her soul. Her hand still rested on him, a physical connection that grounded her in this surreal moment.

"Adrian..." Her voice was barely a whisper, a hesitant thread of resistance. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw the tinge of the nervousness and longing reflected back at her.

His face expectant yet nervous as he stared her with his lustful eyes, daring yet not daring, made him look so cute that she felt her heart would be melted.

His cute face made her want to see him beg her for a kiss. It was a look that shattered her resolve, making her question everything she thought she knew about their relationship. She felt something awakening inside her as she looked at her son.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she nodded. Adrian's relief was palpable, a wave of relief and desire washing over him.

He stepped closer, their bodies nearly touching, the heat between them intensifying with each passing second.

Their lips met tentatively at first, a gentle brush of warmth that sent shivers down Isabella's spine. It was a kiss filled with Adrian's lust and Isabella's acceptance of his action.

Adrian's hands found her waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss with a fervor that left no room for doubt.

Isabella's senses were overwhelmed—the taste of Adrian's lips, the scent of his cologne mingling with the natural aroma of his skin, the soft moan that escaped him as their tongues touched.

Her hands moved instinctively, one cupping his cheek tenderly, the other sliding up to rest on his shoulder.

As the kiss grew more passionate, Adrian's hands began to explore. His fingers traced the her back, gently massaging the tension away.

Then, with a boldness that surprised even him, he slid one hand up to her breast, his thumb brushing lightly over her nipple through the fabric of her blouse.

Isabella gasped into the kiss, a mixture of shock and arousal coursing through her. The sensation was electric, sparking a fire within her that she couldn't extinguish.

Her body responded on its own, arching subtly into his touch, inviting more.

Adrian took the invitation, his hand now firmly cupping her breast, kneading it softly as he continued to kiss her deeply. His other hand ventured lower, skimming over her ass, squeezing gently. Each touch was deliberate, each movement a testament to the growing desire between them.

The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them locked in an intimate embrace. Isabella's mind whirled with confusion and guilt, thoughts racing and colliding as she tried to grasp the reality of the moment.

But her body betrayed her, yielding to the electric sensation that Adrian's touch ignited within her. Every nerve seemed to come alive under his hands, drowning out the rational voice in her head.

Adrian's lips moved against hers with a hunger that sent waves of heat coursing through her. As the kiss grew more sensual, his hands explored her body with a possessive tenderness.

His fingers, once gripping her perky ass, now trailed up her side, leaving a tingling path in their wake. The light brush of his fingertips over her thighs sent a shiver through her, and when his hand slid to the front, grazing the sensitive skin just below her waist, she gasped into his mouth.

But as his fingers moved lower, brushing against the intimate part of her body, something in Isabella snapped back to reality.

The haze of desire that had clouded her mind suddenly cleared, replaced by a rush of clarity. Her body, still humming with the echoes of passion, stiffened as she realized where his hand was.

With a sharp intake of breath, Isabella pulled back abruptly, breaking the kiss. The sudden absence of his lips on hers left her breathless, her chest heaving as she tried to gather her scattered thoughts.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the mixture of emotions swirling inside her—desire, guilt, confusion—threatening to overwhelm her.

Adrian's eyes widened in surprise at her sudden withdrawal, his hand still lingering near her waist. His breath was heavy, his mind struggling to catch up with the abrupt shift in the moment.

He could see the conflict in her eyes, the storm of emotions that had driven her to pull away.

Isabella's voice trembled as she spoke, her tone shaky but resolute.

"We need to stop," she murmured, her words barely more than a whisper. She took a step back, creating a small but significant distance between them, her eyes searching Adrian's face for understanding.

Adrian's expression clouded with disappointment, but he nodded, understanding that pushing Isabella too far now might let him bang her now, but future would be uncertain.

He had already tasted her once, this meant be could do more with her in the future with being a little bit more pushy.

"I know," he whispered, his hands reluctantly withdrawing from her body.

They stood there, breathing heavily, the air thick with the aftermath of their actions. Isabella's hand reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind Adrian's ear.

"I will always love you, no matter what," she said, her voice filled with a mother's unconditional love and a woman's conflicted desires.

Adrian smiled weakly, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings. "I love you too, Mother," he replied, his voice tinged with relief, noticing Isabella love for him was more deep than he thought and he felt that he was lucky to have been transmigrated to this world.