Shadows of enmity

PART 13

I was dreaming...

In the dream, Mohammed stood before me, his hair tousled and damp, droplets of water glistening like diamonds in the sunlight. His abs gleamed, sculpted, and defined, a testament to his strength and vitality. There was an undeniable magnetism to him, a raw, primal energy that drew me in like a moth to a flame.

As our lips met in a searing kiss, the world around us dissolved into a blur of sensation and desire. His touch was electric, igniting a firestorm of passion within me that threatened to consume us both. With each aggressive kiss, he seemed to grow more dominant, more insistent, as if he couldn't get enough of me.

As Mohammed's lips trailed down my neck, his touch sending shivers down my spine, my moans grew louder, more urgent, a primal expression of the pleasure coursing through me. At that moment, there was no room for inhibition, no need for restraint. I gave myself over to the sensations, lost in the rapture of our shared desire.

With each caress, each whispered endearment, our passion intensified, building into a waterfall that threatened to consume us both. As I surrendered to the overwhelming ecstasy of the moment, my moans mingled with Mohammed's, blending together in a chorus of ecstasy that echoed long into the night.

he seized me and slammed me against a nearby table with a fierce urgency. The impact sent a jolt of exhilaration coursing through me, heightening the intensity of our connection.

With a hunger that bordered on desperation, he claimed my lips in a fiery kiss, his passion igniting a firestorm of desire within me. Our bodies melded together in a fervent embrace, the table trembling beneath us as we surrendered to the intoxicating ecstasy of the moment

His lips couldn't stop crashing onto mine It was almost as if I could taste him and boy did he taste so good he tasted like a sweet intoxicating blend that couldn't stop lingering on my tongue.

In an electrifying moment of passion, Mohammed's strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me close as he began to spin us around the room in a dizzying whirlwind. With each turn, the world blurred into a kaleidoscope of sensation, the rush of wind tousling my hair as it cascaded around us like a veil.

As we spun, his kisses grew more fervent, his touch exploring every inch of my body with a hunger that left me breathless.  

I wanted him.

so.

bad.

Maybe too bad...?

As Mohammed's kisses grew more intense, igniting a wildfire of desire within me, my heart pounded furiously in my chest, threatening to burst with the sheer intensity of the moment. With each passionate caress, each whispered endearment, the world around us seemed to fade into obscurity, leaving only the two of us lost in the throes of our shared passion.

As the dream deepened, I felt myself moaning louder and louder, the intensity of my desire reaching its peak. But something felt off. 

As the dream deepened, my moans grew louder, echoing around me in a symphony of desire. The line between dream and reality began to blur, the intensity of my longing consuming me completely. I felt his hands on my body, his lips devouring mine, every touch igniting a fire within me.

''Ahhh~''

Suddenly, amidst the haze of passion, I thought I heard my name. "Rania..."

I dismissed it as part of the dream, my mind too lost in the ecstasy to differentiate between what was real and what was imagined. But then, it came again, more insistent. "Rania... Rania!"

My eyes fluttered open, and there was Mohammed, looking at me...

Not Just Mohammed. Octavian and Teim ...the awkwardness pierced the air... The car, once filled with casual chatter, was now eerily silent.

To make matters worse, my hands were deep...in my jeans. here, unmistakably, was cum on my fingers. I quickly shoved my hand back into my jeans, trying to hide the evidence, but the action only made the situation more awkward.....mortification washing over me in a sickening wave.  so I couldn't even play it off at this point -The gravity of the situation hit me like a tidal wave, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. ..

what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck....

silence.

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They continued to stare.

 and I knew I had to say something to break the tension. 

 They didn't seem convinced, so I quickly added, "You know, those deep pockets. Always losing stuff in there."...

Octavian raised an eyebrow. "With your hand down there THAT long?"

"Yeah, it's one of those tricky-to-reach spots," I said, forcing a laugh. "And, I was just... scratching an itch. "

Teim snorted, clearly amused. "Right. An itch."

Desperate to shift the focus, I babbled on. "Oh, and I think I was dreaming about ice cream. Got a little carried away, I guess. Must have thought I was still holding a cone or something."

Mohammed, NOT helping, chimed in with a half-smile. "Really?''

Oh my god, he knows.

''YES REALLY''.... i glared at him...

The embarrassment died down but it wasn't really all gone. because Mohammed was just smirking whilst staring at his phone and now I know there's definitely something to talk about when we get home...