Octimus looks good. He's more than matured than his looks before. My mind went blank I don't know where had he's been. I didn't see him for almost a years and now he's here fucking me? What's going on? And I don't have a strength to fucking push him.
"Octimus!" I gasped and he kissed me. Malakas at marahan. Bumaba ang mga halik niya sa leeg ko at hindi ko naman alam bakit hinahayaan ko? Lasing ba ako? O nababaliaw na 'rin.
I could barely breathe, my heart pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it. His eyes locked onto mine, that same intense gaze I remembered from years ago. It was like time hadn't passed at all, like we were back to the beginning, but this time, something darker lingered between us.
His grip was strong, too strong, and I felt a surge of panic rise in my chest. But instead of pushing him away, my body froze, betraying me. I wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, but the words stuck in my throat, choked by the emotions I'd tried so hard to bury.
"Ali," he breathed, his voice low, sending shivers down my spine. His lips brushed against my neck, soft at first, but with a hunger.
"I missed you." Sa kalagitnaan ng kaniyang mga halik sakin. Pumikit ako at inaalala kung gaano ko siya kagusto noon. His words cut deep, stirring something inside me I didn't want to acknowledge. I hated him for leaving, for making me feel this way again. But more than that, I hated myself for still wanting him, even now.
His kisses grew more urgent, his hands roaming over my body, claiming me like he had every right. I should've fought back, should've shoved him away, but instead, I felt myself give in. Bakit kailangan ko mag paraya sa ganitong sitwasyon? Dahil ba gustong gusto ko ang lalaking nasa harapan ko ngayon.
He pushed me back onto the bed, his hands already working to rid me of my clothes. I should've been terrified, but all I felt was a numbness, a dull ache in my chest as I let him undress me.
His eyes roamed over my body, a dark satisfaction in them that made me shiver.
"You've grown," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as his fingers traced the curves of my body.
I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. I didn't want him to see how weak I was, how much I still craved his touch despite everything.
I could feel his breath against my skin as he moved lower, his lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my body. My mind screamed at me to stop this, to shove him away and run, but my body betrayed me, responding to every touch, every kiss, as if it were starved for him.
I hated how easily I fell back into this, into him.
Sinubo niya ang utong ko dahilan ng pagkapikit ko. Hindi ko na pala nalayan na nasa loob na kami ng hotel room ko.
"S-stop!" Tumulo ang luha ko. Natigil siya. Amoy alak ang kaniyang hininga. Naalala ko kung paano ko siya kagusto noon. Kung paano ko halos ibigay ang sarili ko sa lalaking ito.
Octimus stepped back, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he was holding something back. His eyes were locked on me, but there was no softness in them, only a deep, seething anger that made my blood run cold.
He slipped his hands into his pockets, the gesture casual yet somehow menacing, as though he was trying to contain the rage simmering just beneath the surface.
He was towering over me, every inch of his six-foot frame exuding a raw, intimidating presence.
Our eyes met. Kumunot ang noo niya at kukuha ng sigarilyo sa kaniyang bulsa. Nang nag angat siya ng tingin habang umuusok na ang sigarilyo, nag iwas ako ng tingin. Kumuyom lalo ang kamao ko.
