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Warning: This chapter contains explicit scenes. Please read at your own risk.

Mirkov is aching. He aches to be touched by Nairam's warm hand so bad. Every part of his whole being wants to be touched by her fingertips.

Paulit-ulit ang dalaga sa pag-anas sa pangalan niya. At tila nalalasing siya roon. Musika iyon sa kaniyang pandinig. Nanginginig sa pananabik ang kalamnan niya. Tayung-tayo siya, na halos masakit na iyon. Sa lahat ng mga nagdaang babae sa kaniyang buhay, ngayon lamang niya ang naramdaman ang ganito klase ng pananabik. He crashed his lips on hers again.

He aches to touch and to be touched by her. His hips continuously shake, grinding on hers. And the fiction between them is making go crazy. Agad niyang binuhat ang dalaga nang hindi pinaghihiwalay ang kanilang mga labi. Her lips is like an ambrosia to him. It is addicting. Bawat parte ng dalaga ay nakaaadik.

He carefully laid her on the soft bed like she is a fragile thing.

"Mirkov," there she is again, whispering his name like it is her lifeline. At mas lalong binuhay niyon ang kaniyang pagkatao. Their eyes are not breaking contact. Walang inhibisyon niyang hinubad sa harap ng dalaga ang lahat ng natitira niyang saplot. His manhood sprang free, pulsating, oozing with love juices.

"Touch me," he boldly said. Halata pa sa ekspresiyon ng dalaga ang kawalan nito ng ideya sa dapat gagawin. Pulang-pula ang magkabilang pisngi nito at awang ang labi.

Oh, for crying out loud! How could she look so pretty and adorable at the same time? He guide her hands to his pet. Malalim na buntong-hininga ang pinakawalan niya nang dumako ang mainit nitong palad sa kaniyang alaga. Oh, fuck! Tinaas-baba niya ang palad nito at nang makuha iyon ng dalaga ay binitawan na niya ang kamay nito.

"J-just like that, omorfos!" He groaned. Mabilis niyang hinawakan ang garter ng suot nitong pajama.

"S-sandali lang, Mirkov." Ngunit hindi na siya nito napigilan nang maging ang undies nito ay inalis niya. She unconciously closed her thighs afterwards. He also wants her to feel pleasured, to feel as much good as he feels. He could not help but to stare at her body.

She had marks, and scars. Marami iyon, partikular na sa hita ng dalaga. Tila iyon ang palaging nadadali ng latigo at panghataw.

"P-pasensiya na," she said. Unti-unti niyang naramdaman ang pagtigil ng palad nito, at sinubukang gamitin iyon pantakip sa sarili.

"Why?" he asked. "Why are you saying sorry?" Ang mga braso niya ay nasa magkabila nitong gilid upang hindi niya tuluyang madaganan ang dalaga.

"K-kasi..."

"Kasi may mga peklat ka? That you have these ugly scars?" Hindi ito makasagot sa sinabi niya. "Do you think these marks concerned me?"

Tumango-tango ang dalaga.

"Yes, it do concerned me that some bastards did this to you. And I am actually planning to kill all of them in the near future."

"Mirkov!"

"But to other aspect, do you think it affected me negatively? Nakita ko na ang lahat ng mga markang ito noong unang beses na iakyat kita sa yate ko. And it did not look ugly to me," marahan niyang sinapo ang pisngi nito. He looked directly into her eyes. "Hindi nabawasan ng mga peklat na iyan ang kagandahan mo. Those symbolizes your pain and bravery. Your scars will always remind me how daring and courageous you are. It will never look ugly to me." It is the truth. Sa kaniyang mga mata, napakatapang at tatag ng dalaga.

Nakita niya na unti-unting nangingilid ang mga luha nito.

He slowly leaned. Itinapat niya ang labi malapit sa tenga ng dalaga. "And this will never lie." Muli niyang kinuha ang palad nito at ibinalik sa tayung-tayo niyang alaga. "You are so sexy right now that I am having this painful, painful boner," he whispered, trying to boost her confidence. Gusto niyang magkaroon ng tiwala sa sarili ang dalaga. It is something that she deserves after all. Aside from his mother, Nairam is the bravest woman he ever knew.

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