Chapter 22: Sickness
I am very much aware of how needy I am, not just as a woman but also as a fucking woman. I have never felt such contentment in everything. I always covet for more. I constantly seek what I deserve. But even this world doesn't deserve me.
Sometimes, it doesn't seem reasonable for one to know its worth. We always settle for contentment because you know that this world is too fucked up even to give you what you absolutely deserve.
I cupped his face between my palms as I deepened our kiss while his hands tangled in my hair. We barely made it into my room as he had already started kissing me the moment we got into my penthouse.
Kristan Deil Admiral was nothing new to me. I've had countless encounters with men. He was the lamest and probably the least interesting one. Yes. He made me feel things. But not in the sense that I would consider it something I wanted.
But then again, I don't really know what I want.
He carried me in his arms as I snaked my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, still intensely kissing. His hands were on my butt, squeezing them roughly, as he walked me not into my room but into his.
My senses were everywhere, but my eyes had been firmly closed since the moment our lips crashed into each other. It was dark. I always thought darkness only brought cold and shiver, not hot and intimacy.
"I am so mad," he whispered in the deep voice possible. It didn't sound like a whisper. It resonated in my head, spinning and digging.
He let go of my lips for a moment. I finally opened my eyes and met his fierce red eyes and impish grin. He was leaning on me, hands on both of my sides.
"Why are you mad?" I asked in my provocative voice.
I couldn't help but smirk when his jaw clenched. That was sexy. Maybe he wasn't as lame as I thought. He just needed to be provoked.
"Are you mad because you were not there to fulfill your duty or because I was touched by someone else?" Hinawakan ko ang kanyang dibdib at hinaplos nang 'di pinuputol ang tingin sa kanya.
His shoulders were moving restlessly as a sign that he still had difficulty holding everything back. I wonder what could happen if he releases it?
"I would say both." Then he ripped my red dress.
My mouth dropped. No matter how turned on I am, ripping my dress won't save your ass. He knew that I didn't like it by my reaction.
"I am very much willing to rip all your dresses in your closet."
"Shut up—" Nahawakan niya ang mga braso ko saka diniin sa magkabila kong side. Saka niya nilapit ang mukha sa akin. "I want to fuck you so bad."
My breathing was ragged. I was ready to give up all the heat, but when he kissed me again on my lips, I had left with no choice but to savor it. It wasn't even as intimate as his kisses a while ago, but he managed to soothe me down.
I wasn't supposed to calm down.
A kiss did.
He reached the hook of my bra on my back and easily unclasped it. From my already steady hands, his hands moved in between my chests, circling and teasing my two tight hills standing firm on their perfect shapes.
He was sucking me while moving his finger in and out of my core. My legs were shaking. His tongue and fingers were moving simultaneously. It was hard to suppress a long and scandalous loud moan.
I didn't need a slave to protect me. Good sex is enough. I wasn't even expecting anything from him, but he was gradually giving me something.
Everything was nothing but an old scene recorded on a cassette. It's like a longstanding picture with someone in your past but with someone else this time. Nothing new.
