The water is way too deep for her,
A place she can't escape, not even stir.
If not only for the drive for revenge,
She will not resurface again.
The forest is an endless maze for him,
A place he knows he must not miss.
He will hunt for as long as it...
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Chapter Twenty-Nine
KILLIAN
"Akala ko ba magpapahinga na tayo?" I huff after her lips left mine.
She now glides it down to my jaw, and then lower it into my neck, sucking and licking at my pulse. Narinig ko siyang may sinabi pero hindi ko naintindihan dahil napaungol ako at napapikit sa kanyang mga halik.
"Wait," I pull her face away from me for a bit and cradle it closer to mine. "Anong sinabi mo?"
"I said, you're hot when you worry about me," she answers, but her eyes remain glued in mine. Napakagat siya ng labi at idinausdos yung kanyang kamay sa aking dibdib, hanggang sa ipulupot iyon sa likod ng aking leeg.
"You like it when I worry about you?" I ask, my hands sliding on her smooth thighs. Then it disappears inside her shorts, cupping her ass.
She lightly chuckles and squirm on my touch. "Of course. It's like...you care about me."
"I more than care about you, Ilya."
She frowns as if what I said confuses her. "Umm..."
"Ano? Sa tingin mo fling lang 'tong ginagawa nating dalawa? Na matatamis na salita lang mga sinasabi ko?" Natawa ako sa hitsura niya ngayon. "We've been together for almost a month. You think that's what it is between us? Fuck, Ilya. Sa talino mong 'yan, paano ka nagkaka-alintana? Tingin mo nag-aalala ako sayo dahil parehas tayo ng hangarin na pumatay sa mga gagong 'yun?"
Ibinaliktad ko ang aming mga pwesto hanggang sa nakahiga na siya ngayon sa sofa, at nakapatong ako sa itaas. I swiftly slip off the tiny shorts on her legs and cupped her pussy. I groan when I find it wet. "You think I care because we both strive the thrill of cutting them?"
I insert a finger inside her wet heat, she arches her back and whimpers my name. "You think I only care about you because I bought your painting? Cause I fucking like those painting. I like that scary shit."
She pants below me, her chests heaving up and down in anticipation, while my finger never stops thrusting inside of her cunt. "Then...what?"
"What I feel is more than caring or liking you, Ilya," I grit my teeth, as I pull my hand away and yank down my boxer shorts, pulling my hard cock out. "Open your legs for me."
And she did.
I held one of her legs with my hand, and the other guides my cock into her entrance. I wince at the immediate suction and wetness. I pause for a second, and push inch by inch, until I am fully inside her. "Feel how hard I am for you?"
She nods, biting her lower lip once more.
I thrust once, pulling out, and thrust again. "Does it feel like I only care or like you?"
