Beyond Obsession

CHAPTER 4

I woke up at 11:30. Wow, I slept for a long time. Moments later, memories of earlier events flashed through my mind. I suddenly felt embarrassed, realizing I let him kiss me so easily. It was my first kiss, and he took it so casually. I worry he might think I'm easy to get. I'm stressing about it.

I dove under the blankets, covering my face, and screamed in embarrassment. Minutes passed before I heard a knock on the door. I got up to answer it, but my entire body was suddenly overcome with anxiety, so I dashed to the closet to hide. I couldn't face him; the shame was overwhelming.

I feel uneasy around here. Nobody's knocking anymore. I don't want to face him, it's really embarrassing, too much! I just want to think it's all just a dream. But no matter what I think, this is the harsh truth. I feel uneasy again. I closed my eyes and thought of my friends because I feel like I'm having a heart attack due to extreme anxiety. I didn't even notice he's already in front of me. I didn't even hear the door or closet open.

We stared at each other before he spoke up, "Let's eat." He said coldly.

"I don't want to. If you want, you eat." I replied.

"Do I need to kiss you just to eat?" He asked in a cold tone.

"Who are you to kiss me? Huh? Siraulo ka that was my first kiss!" He sneered after I said that, and then spoke, "Hmmm, so ako pala first kiss mo." Parang gusto niyang ngumiti pinipigilan niya lang.

I started to say "Sira-" but he cut me off, saying "

Are you going to eat or should I kiss you? You choose."It was a challenge.

Before I could respond, he leaned in to kiss me again, but I punched him in the lips and tried to run. However, he grabbed my hand, alarming me.

"Hey! Let me go!" I said angrily.

"Don't be stubborn, woman," he said coldly.

I started to say "Bitaw-" but my words trailed off as he suddenly kissed me.

I feel like I'm drowning in his kisses. How is he so good at this? I wondered. Maybe he's kissed many women before, that's why he's so skilled. But I suddenly felt annoyed, so I pushed him away, breaking our kiss. Still, he pursued my lips and kissed me again.

In the midst of our kiss, he still managed to say, "If you don't obey me, I'll kiss you. Every disobedience, a kiss." He spoke in a cold tone. After those words, he kissed me again.

I broke our kiss, gasping for air. Luckily, he spared me another kiss, letting me catch my breath. Still panting, I'm admiring him.

Savier's chiseled features are a masterful blend of Scottish ruggedness, Italian passion, and Filipino-Spanish allure. His dark, piercing eyes burn with intensity, framed by lush lashes and angular brows. Full, inviting lips

Tousled, dark hair frames his strong jawline, accentuating the sharp planes of his face. A subtle scar above his left eyebrow adds a whisper of danger, a hint of mystery.

His athletic physique is honed to perfection, with broad shoulders and a lean, powerful build that exudes confidence and strength. Golden-brown skin glows with a warm, sun-kissed radiance, inviting touch and exploration.

In Savier's presence, the air crackles with sensual energy, as if every glance, every gesture, holds promise of untold pleasures.

I thought he'd stop, but I was wrong. He kissed me again, devouring me like a starving man. He only let me recover from his previous kisses.

Our kissing continued. I wanted to push him away, but I couldn't muster the strength amidst his captivating kisses. His slow, sensual kisses left me breathless and yearning for more. I felt like I'd pass out from lack of air.

His hands cradled my head, one supporting my weight, the other tangled in my hair. Before I knew it, I was on the bed, and he was on top, still kissing me relentlessly. He wouldn't stop! Oh my gosh, what's happening? He'd briefly break our kiss for me to catch my breath, only to resume his intense kisses. I'm losing myself in his embraces.

He seemed to forget about feeding me, lost in our passionate kiss. He continued to kiss me fervently, leaving me breathless. This feeling is exhilarating, addictively sweet. I couldn't help but surrender to his intense kisses. His slow and sensual pace earlier had given way to fierce, passionate kisses that left me reeling.

My eyes were closed as he kissed me, savoring the forbidden sensation. When he paused, I opened my eyes to gaze at him. Our eyes locked, and I was mesmerized by his stunning eyes. His face was perfection, more handsome than any famous model. I wondered why he didn't become a model – what a waste of his captivating looks! I'm sure many women would adore him, captivated by his charm.

He's still on top of me, gazing at me intensely. Moments later, he gently touched my cheeks, kissing them tenderly, then my forehead, nose, and lingered on my lips again. His eyes fixed on mine, burning with desire.

I couldn't help but ask, "Why are you acting like this?" I was confused, yet drawn to him. He treated me like his girlfriend, and I liked it. But he didn't respond, he just took a deep breath, moved off me.

"Eat now." He said coldly.

I didn't dare ask again, fearing he might get angry. I thought he'd leave, but he stood there, as if waiting for someone. 'Who are you waiting for?" I asked.

"You," he replied, his tone still icy.