Forbidden Love [BxB]

Chapter 33

Trigger warning: Mature scene
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Unconsciously, I took a step back as Parsa dominated over me; his lips still melded with mine, refusing to let go of me. In response, he advanced towards me, causing me to take another step back. Parsa broke the kiss, staring at me intently for a few moments before forcefully yanking me against the wall by seizing my shoulders. "Agh..." I flinched as my back hit the wall, my heart hammering loudly, my eyes darting over Parsa's face.

Parsa held my jaw with his right hand and leaned in for another kiss. I instinctively shut my eyes, my hands moving up to his shoulders; a sensation of heat spread through my body, igniting an arousal within me.

"Mhm..." I let out a soft moan into his lips as Parsa used his left hand to unzip my puffer before swiftly grabbing its collar with both hands and tossing it onto the floor. Without a moment's hesitation, he clutched the hem of my sweater and pulled it up, momentarily breaking our kiss. I instinctively raised my arms as he tugged the sweater off, leaving me panting, trying to catch my breath.

As my upper body was unveiled, Parsa once again leaned in towards me, but this time he directed his attention to my neck, nibbling my skin as his hands explored my bare chest. My hands gripped Parsa's waist instinctively as my body trembled from the sensation of his touch, my tears flowing involuntarily from the corners of my eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

Parsa paused for a moment, raising his head and locking his eyes with my tearful ones. His right hand then rose, sweeping away my tears with his thumb. "Don't cry," he uttered in a husky tone, his voice filled with both seriousness and depth.

I squeezed my eyes shut without saying anything, attempting to rein in my tears, feeling a mix of fear swirling within me as I remembered he hated seeing me cry. But to my surprise, Parsa's lips then tenderly brushed a few kisses over my eyelids, causing me to flinch as my heart raced faster than ever before, my emotions in overdrive. He then let his hands descend under my thighs, lifting me up, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. I buried my face in his left shoulder, my arms encircling his neck, sniffling softly.

Without further hesitation, Parsa carried me over to the bed, gently laying me down on my back as he positioned himself between my legs. He hovered over me, looking down while he kept his hands planted beside my head, pressing his body on top of mine. My entire being was trembling, feeling vulnerable yet aroused at the same time. "You still can hit me like you did the other day," Parsa stated, his hand tenderly caressing my hair.

My gaze was drawn to the scar on his side in response; I then averted my gaze from him, murmuring gently, "Just do what you want." Feeling overpowered, my heart was enveloped by sadness as negative thoughts started to take hold.

"Alright," Parsa mumbled, proceeding to unbutton my jeans, removing them, and casually discarding them on the floor. I instinctively hid my face with my left forearm as I shielded my exposed private area with my right hand, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Parsa reached over to the nightstand, his fingers curling around the bottle of lube.

He squeezed a generous amount onto his hand and then gently moved my hand away, pouring the cool liquid over my manhood. The sensation made me shiver, and I bit my lip, trying to contain my whimpers as he began to spread the lube with slow, deliberate strokes.

With his free hand, Parsa gently yet firmly seized my left hand, forcing me to meet his gaze; his face was a mix of internal turmoil, as he fought to contain his dwindling patience and surging desires.

The room was filled with palpable tension and an intense whirlwind of unspoken emotions. The sunlight streamed softly through the narrow space between the closed curtains, casting delicate shadows on the wall and heightening the intimate atmosphere of the moment. It seemed as though time had slowed down, every touch and movement radiating with significance and intensity.