The Mafia Boss's Bride

Chapter 85 : Making her Hungry.

With crossed arms, Ava responded, "What's the use of saying I'm angry? You should get it from my attitude."

Raising his brow, Ibrahim teased, "Oh, is that how it is?"

Ava told, "Ofcourse. It ..." 

Before Ava could elaborate, Ibrahim gently pressed his thumb against her lower lip, causing her words to taper off. Confused, Ava blinked multiple times. 

In a deep voice, Ibrahim queried, "What do you use? Your lips always look so moisturized."

In reality, Ibrahim wanted to express that her lips always appeared incredibly attractive to him, fueling his desires. As Ava tried to reply, Ibrahim's thumb continued its gentle caress on her lips by moving his thumb over her lower lip. 

Ava managed to say, "Lip.... Lip balm," though her speech was slightly affected by Ibrahim's gentle, yet intimate touch.

He maintained a studied focus on her lips, treating her as if she were an art piece in a museum. His gaze, like a puzzle, kept her guessing. But she couldn't read his eyes. It was Ibrahim who could read Ava's eyes, not Ava.

In this intimate moment, Ava heard Ibrahim's heartbeat. However, it seemed normal, unlike her. She wondered why her own heart always seemed to beat faster and louder in these close encounters.

Ava clenched her fists, questioning herself silently, "If he wants to kiss me, then why doesn't he do it quickly? Why the delay?" The suspense was making the moment increasingly uncomfortable as they continued to gaze at each other.

Ibrahim allowed his thumb to venture further down. It crossed her chin with a deliberate slowness before coming to a gentle rest on the delicate skin of her neck. Ava's subtle gulp did not escape his notice, and he could feel the air thickening with anticipation.

Ava parted her lips to say something but stopped when Ibrahim's thumb continued its exploration, it ventured further, finding its place at the valley nestled between her bosoms, still over her blouse. Despite the fabric barrier, Ava couldn't help but feel a rush of shyness, closing her eyes in response.

She wanted his touch but didn't have the courage to face it. She wasn't that powerful.

As Ibrahim pressed slightly, the fabric of Ava's blouse conformed to the shape of her bosoms. Mesmerized by the sight, Ibrahim couldn't help but imagine how her bosoms might appear without the hindrance of clothing. 

He noticed the subtle trembling of her body, creating an impression that she might fall at any moment. Ava had the option to step back, but she chose to stand there with closed eyes and trembling body.

He smoothly placed Ava's phone in his back pocket, freeing up his other hand. Grasping her forearm, he pulled her closer to him. Ibrahim saw Ava with a smirk. She didn't opened her eyes yet.

 He wanted to gauge more of Ava's reactions. His intent gaze locked onto hers closed eyes as he maneuvered his thumb, previously resting over the valley between her bosoms, across her left bosom. The fabric of her blouse yielded to the pressure, pressing snugly against her skin.

Ava's senses heightened as Ibrahim's thumb made a stop over her left bosom, right above her hardened nipple. In an unexpected move, he deftly pinched her nipple with two fingers.

"Ouch !" Ava gasped. 

Her closed eyes opened in surprise. She wasn't expecting this. However, Ibrahim didn't relent; instead, he maintained a steady pinch, the pressure increasing gradually. Ava found herself caught in a wave of sensations – a blend of pain and a curious form of pleasure. Her chin, lips were trembling. 

Should she have stopped him? Or did she want him to continue? Feeling dizzy, she instinctively grabbed the waist of Ibrahim's shirt for support. She couldn't believe she was still standing amidst the sensations coursing through her.

When the pressure continued to escalate more and more, Ava's eyes closed again. The pain was becoming almost unbearable, but at the same time, she craved his touch. But why Ibrahim was so fixated on her nipple. The intensity of the pinching had her bewildered, wondering what sparked this sudden focus. His pinching was so intense, it felt as if her nipple might melt away in a moment.

Silently murmuring to Ibrahim, she confessed, 'It hurts,' her throat dry from the heightened sensations. Finally, Ibrahim withdrew his fingers, and Ava exhaled a long breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

She gasped for breath, beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her heart raced in the aftermath the encounter. But Ibrahim, seemingly unaffected, leaned in close to her.

His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "You know? You're so responsive." 

And Ava clutched harder onto the fabric of Ibrahim's shirt.

"What was that?" She asked.

His response, "Nothing, just exploring boundaries," made her legs shaky. 

Stepping back, Ibrahim subtly guided Ava to release her grip on his shirt, leaving her to grapple with the dizziness that lingered.

She saw him walking towards Tasha, scolding the curious kitten for staring at them the entire time. Ava couldn't hear the exact words, but she understood he was reprimanding Tasha. The world around her felt muffled, like a distant hum. 

Then she saw Ibrahim was leaving the roof with Tasha. With a wink directed at her, Ibrahim started to descend the stairs, disappearing from Ava's view. 

And just then she collapsed onto the roof floor with a thud.

Then she realised it - Ibrahim's intention wasn't to satisfy but to stir a hunger within her.

She covered her breasts with her hands. Even though she was fully clothed, she was feeling naked, as if he had exposed a part of her. 

Ibrahim's focus on one side left her with an unsettling feeling of incompleteness. One nipple burned from his touch while the other craved his unexplored caress. Equilibrium shattered. It seemed Ibrahim strategically focused on one side, leaving her yearning for more.

She muttered, "He should've done more. Why leave it midway?" 

Why? Why? Why? Why did he stop? The abrupt pause left her in confusion. Did he want her to crave him, to realize she wanted more?

 Ava curled into herself, drawing her knees close, forming a ball on the rooftop, "Why didn't he continue? Why is my body so beyond control? This isn't right, Ibrahim."

She felt as if he'd offered her a bowl of water but allowed only a sip. If Ibrahim could render her this weak with just two fingers, what else was he capable of? "Ah, God. Help me." She prayed.

Then her mind was flooded with another realization – did someone see them? Anxious, she quickly stood and scanned the surroundings, looking for any prying eyes.

The Malacca Royale towered above the other buildings in the area. Ava noticed that the neighboring buildings were not as tall. Her smile of relief was accompanied by a sigh—she appreciated Ibrahim's consideration for privacy. 

Now she should go back to their hotel room and they even had to return to Kuala Lumpur. But how could she face Ibrahim now? Ava covered her face with her hands, questioning why she felt this way. It should be Ibrahim feeling shy, not her...