Whisper Destiny

Chapter 43

~ Natasha ~

I paced back and forth in the confines of my bedroom, restlessly. After the shower, I started to rationalize my actions.

"What the fuck, Natasha? How could you let this happened? Are you really that sex-deprived?" I muttered to myself. How could I let myself lost control so completely to Catherine?

Thank God to Catherine. Nothing happened between us. "Argh, this is so embarrassing," I groaned, wishing I could hide somewhere and never face Catherine again.

The moment rushed back to me— when she had me pinned against the wall, everything else faded away, leaving only the overwhelming need to kiss her. And when our lips finally met, I lost all self control; I hadn't felt so intensely turned on by a kiss in a very long time.

I bit my bottom lip and rubbed my face with the palm of my hand, letting out a heavy sigh, regretting my action. I was undeniably horny, but I knew, nothing should happen between us. Yet, when Catherine's body pressed against mine, I was completely undone. Her kisses, her touch, only intensified the throbbing desire between my thighs.

I sighed heavily again. I just needed to say no to Catherine, soon, and go to sleep. I felt determined.

The soft knock on my bedroom door startled me, sending my heart racing so fast it felt like it might explode.

I inhaled deeply before moving to open the door. "I can do this," I whispered to myself, a quiet pep talk to steady my nerves.

When I opened the door, there she was, standing bare without makeup in only her satin robe. Her hair cascaded loosely down her back, shimmering in the soft light. For some reason, she looked more beautiful now than she did in expensive makeup and designer clothes. Her natural beauty took my breath away.

I didn't know how long I stared at her until she cleared her throat softly. I still held the doorknob, not planning to open it any further, but seeing her like this made me waver. Catherine looked and smelled so good right now, a subtle mix of fresh soap and her natural scent. I gulped, my legs feeling like they might turn to jelly. I gripped the doorknob tightly, my palm turning white with the effort to steady myself

"Hmmm, Tash..." Cathrine started. She looks uncertain.

"You know... if you change your mind... I totally... I totally understand... We don't need to..." she said, her words faltering. Never in my life had I seen this side of Catherine—nervous, unsure, and hesitant. She always portrayed her perfect self to the outside world. And I know it's strange, but I loved this side of Catherine more and felt proud that I was able to witness this, where the rest of the world could not see. In that specific moment, I feel more connected with her. When my eyes met hers, they were filled with insecurity and vulnerability, and that's it, all my resolve vanished.

I opened the door wide and pulled her hand to bring her to me. I pressed my lips against hers, eliciting a soft moan from both of us. Her lips were warm and inviting, tasting faintly of mint and her unique taste. I could feel the tension in her body melt away as she responded eagerly to my kiss.

Our bodies pressed together, the silk of her robe cool against my skin. I ran my fingers through her hair, reveling in its softness. Catherine's hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate moment.

She pulled back slightly, her breath hot against my lips. "Are you sure of this?" she whispered, her voice husky. Her eyes searched mine, seeking reassurance.

"Yes..."I said, and started kissing again.

We stood in the middle of my bedroom, our bodies pressed tightly against each other, and it took me a while to realize that we were actually moving slowly towards the bed as we kissed. Our kiss deepening with every step, full of desire.