Belonged to the Mafia 18+

041: My Kind of Rest

041: My Kind of Rest

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"I'm keeping an eye on you," banta ni Caine kay Valence bago tuluyang iniwan ang silid nila ni Judy. Kasunod nito si Jo.

Napakamot na lang ng ulo si Judy. "Ang protective naman yata niya."

Valence closed the door. As soon as he spin his heels to her direction, his long arms wrap around her. "You're freezing."

Ipinahinga niya ang ulo sa dibdib nito. "I am?"

"You should rest."

"Hindi ka ba magpapahinga?"

Ginawaran nito ng magaang halik ang malamig niyang noo. Sa kabila ng patong-patong niyang long-sleeves ay lamig na lamig pa din siya. Siguro dahil buong 17 yeard niya sa tropical country siya nakatira. "My kind of rest is different from yours."

"Hmm? Ano'ng klaseng pagpapahinga ba ang ginagawa ng isang mapya?"

"So slow." Ikinulong nito ang mukha niya sa mga palad. Yumuko ito para halikan ang malambot at malamig niyang mga labi. Sandali lamang iyon ngunit sapat na para may mabuhay na pagnanasa sa katawan niya. Napangiti ito nang makita ang kaunting pagbabago sa ekspresyon ng kaniyang mukha. "You knew Caine isn't lying. My hands will land on you everywhere. Why'd you suggest to share a room?"

Napakagat-labi siya. "Uhm, I just... You promised not to leave my side."

"You're not being honest." Maghigpit na hinapit nito ang katawan niya padiin sa katawan din nito. "Say you want me. I'm yours."

"It's not it! Hindi sex ang ibig kong sabihin!"

"Make love."

"What?"

"We don't have sex. We make love."

Sa hula niya, 'sing pula na ng mga hinog na kamatis ang dalawang pisngi niya. Naninikip ang dibdib niya marinig lang na hindi nito pina-praktikal ang pinagsasaluhan nila. Ramdam niya ang ipinapahiwatig nitong hindi lang pisikal na katawan nila ang nag-iisa, kungdi maging ang mga puso nila. Pero ano'ng dapat niyang gawin? Sinasabi nito na mahal siya nito. Pero hanggang kailan? Kung sabihin niyang mahal niya ang binata, ano ang kahahatungan nila kung buo naman ang isip niyang iwanan ang mapya? Matatanggap ba nila ang isa't-isa?

"Stop thinking." He caught her lips once again. This time for a passionate and deep kiss. Their tongues eloped. He was making her breathless. Her knees are starting to tremble. He slowly pushed her inside the bed room until her leg bump into the bed. They fell down, he above and she beneath. He took her hand to place it onto his chest. The same hard, fast beating heart of his is matching hers. "Stay with me, Dove." His heart, under the palm of his hand. It's making her defenses crumble to pieces. If this goes on, she'll fall for him for real.

Unknowingly, tears fell from both side of her eyes. She's perplexed. Her mind is not ready to give an answer yet. Especially now that she's in the start of finding her own self.

Seeing this, Valence understands. She hasn't seen his worse side yet. She doesn't know the real him that Caine kept warning her about. He who killed her attackers mercilessly. He who would never think twice on pulling the trigger pointed at the person he thinks that deserves to die. His hands were stained since he's 14 years old.

He kissed her tears away. In a low, gentle voice he says, "It's okay. There's no rush. But let me make myself clear once again, I have no plans on letting you go. Even if you hate me."

"Ooh
Climb on board
We'll go slow and high tempo
Light and dark
Hold me hard and mellow..."