Whisper Destiny

Chapter 35

~ Catherine ~

My mind keep wondering back to Natasha, no matter how hard I tried to push it away. The prospect of socializing tonight seemed unappealing, and I told Louisa that I planned to slip out unnoticed, even though it's difficult when every eyes's on you. But, I just wasn't in the mood.

Louisa' laughed at me, her voice laced with playful mischief. "You're using any excuses to be back and see Natasha, aren't you?" she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

I just brush off her remark with a casual shrug, not showing any emotion but the truth gnawed at the edges of my composure. Why did Natasha preoccupy my thoughts so intensely tonight? Was it genuine concern for her safety and well-being, or was it the unsettling thought of her being with Gabriel that stirred this restlessness within me? I'm confuse with my own feelings.

Back in my hotel room, I shed my suit, leaving only the corset and pants. The sexy sheer fabric clung to my curves, revealing just enough to tantalize. Knowing that no one is around, allowing me to move freely and mindlessly through the living area. Reaching the bar, I poured myself a drink, the amber liquid glinting in the dim light. I savored the burn as it slid down my throat, a welcome distraction from my swirling thoughts.

I was on my second glass when a sudden sound interrupted my solitude. Someone cleared their throat behind me, and when I turned, there she was.

"Why are you back so early?"

"I thought you were staying out tonight?"

We spoke simultaneously, each of us curious about the other's unexpected presence.

Natasha remained silent to my query. I would like to ask what happened to her plan, but I saw her eyes fixed intently on my cleavage and toned abdomen, visible through the sheer fabric of my corset. Suddenly, the feelings from last night came rushing back.

A few feet away, standing there, Natasha looking irresistibly sexy in her shorts and camisole, intensified my desire. It's so intense, make me breathless. I felt a heat pooling low in my belly, every nerve end tingling with anticipation.

Her gaze lingered on me, causing my stomach to do somersaults. The space between us charged with unspoken tension. I was caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, torn between acting on my desire and maintaining the fragile of rationality. I knew how much Natasha valued her privacy and boundaries, and the last thing I wanted was to push her further away from me. But, her eyes told me a different story, one that made it impossible for me to think straight.

Finally, I decided to take a bold step, my uncertainty buried beneath a strong desire and determination not to retreat.

"Do you like what you see?" I asked, breaking the silence with hint of playful challenge.

"What?" Natasha's eyes snapped back to meet mine.

"I think your eyes do appreciate the view," I repeated, surprised with my flirtatious voice, that I didn't know I have.

"Bullshit! Don't talk nonsense!" Natasha's reply was swift, a reflexive defence masking the flicker of intrigue in her gaze.

"And why are you walking around... practically naked?" she retorted,  her words sharp yet betrayed by the subtle shift of her eyes, drawn once more to my exposed cleavage.

Feeling a surge of confidence, I took a slow, deliberate step towards her, the tension in the room thickening with each inch that brought us closer.

As I closed the distance between us, I couldn't resist teasing further. "Well, technically I'm not naked. I still have this thin layer of corset. But, I can show you more nakedness if you want, just ask me nicely", her eyes remained fixed on my body, send shriver down my spine.

Natasha stood unmoved, seemingly caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Closing the gap even further until we were mere inches apart, I could see the struggle in her eyes—a blend of confusion and perhaps mirroring mine, desire! It was enough to weaken my resolve.

"Tell me to stop Tash, otherwise, I will kiss you" I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of desire and apprehension. Natasha inhale sharply. When she didn't utter a word, I closed the remaining distance between us, my heart pounding in my chest. Leaning in, I gently pressed my lips against hers in a hesitant kiss.

The sensation of her lips against mine reminded me back to our wedding day just a  two weeks ago. There was a perfect blend of softness and heat. At first, she didn't respond and her body tense.

Then, I cupping her face tenderly, I felt her surrendered. My other hand found its way to her waist, pulling her closer until our bodies melded together into one. She tasted of mint and something else, unique taste that I couldn't quite point out yet but I found it intoxicating and additive.

I feel Natasha's hand start to moved, sliding up my arms and over my shoulders, her touch ignited a trail of fire in me. Pressing against me, every curve of her body fit perfectly with mine. The sheer fabric of my corset served as a tantalising barrier, heightening every sensation between us.

Deepening the kiss, my heart threatening to burst from my chest. There was something different about this kiss, something intensely intimate that I had never experienced with anyone else before. Both of my hands now firmly at her waist, steadying us and I unconsciously squeeze her waist, eliciting a soft gasp from her.

Seizing the moment, I gently slid my tongue into her mouth, our tongues dancing together in a passionate rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

As the need to breathe overwhelmed me, I gently broke the kiss, resting my forehead against Natasha's. Our breaths mingling in the small space between us. Her eyes were hooded, lips slightly swollen from our exchange. My heart ached at the sight of her, aching with a desire that threatened to consume me completely. I wanted her—all of her—in that moment.

Sensing no hesitation from her, I leaned in again, this time our kiss is slower, more intimate like we are trying to savour every moment. My hands explored the smoothness of her back beneath the soft fabric of her camisole, producing a soft moan from her. It's like the music to my ears. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.

I was too consumed with the kiss, before Natasha abruptly stopped kissing me and pushed me away with surprising force. Stunned and still clouded by desire, I struggled to comprehend what was happening before I felt a sharp sting against my cheek.

"What the hell are you doing?" Natasha's voice cut through the charged air, filled with confusion and anger.

"I'm not gay!" Her shout pierced through me like a dagger, her words echoing painfully in the room.

"I hate you so much, Catherine," she spat out before turning and storming off to her room.

Stunned and speechless, I stood there, emotions swirling like a storm inside me.

As I caressed my stinging cheek, I can still feel the lingering warmth of her touch and tasted of her lips on mine. The physical pain of my cheek seem insignificant as compared to the ache in my heart.