Forbidden

PROLOGUE

This story is not intended for readers under age 18 for it contains scenes not suitable for them.

December

As the sun came out, playing peek a boo at their snow covered window, she gently opened her eyes, not from the warmth from the rising sun but from the soft breath cascading her head, the strong arms embracing her and the steady hum of her beating heart as the man's warmth cradling her slowly seeped into her system.

She had the urge to trace his perfect nose, his thin lips and the beauty that he is while sleeping, but she knows better.

Untangling herself from the cocoon of his arms,she hurriedly went to the bathroom and steadied her thumping heart.

She looked at her reflection.

Her face is flushed, a blush on her cheeks, her lips so pink they looked as if she had bit them all night, her face went hot from the memory, on her neck sits a red mark, just a little one, and that alone gave her a pang on the chest.

She touched it and relieved the memory of what happened that night. A night which shouldn't have happened.

He was woken by the scent of vanilla filling his nostrils, groaning, he buried his face on the softness of his pillow before turning around and squinting at the rays of the sun slanting on his bedroom window.

He tried sitting up but his head groaned in return. He bit back a curse before checking the time on his phone, lying on top of his side table drawer.

6:30 am.

He grabbed his discarded shirt from a nearby chair and put on some pants, noticing a pair of pink pajamas in return,  before grimacing at the memory his brain conjured despite his hungover kicking in.

He sighed and went straight to the bathroom.

His mouth formed into a thin line and without any warning, opened the sliding door, separating the shower room and the changing area. There under the rush of the water is her, eyes wide in shock and her mouth formed in a big "O" as she took in his form.

She squealed in fright when the glass door opened, she tried covering her nakedness with her hands but his piercing gaze, is more than enough to let her walls crumble down, for her brain to stop thinking, and for her body to be stiff enough, unforgiving to any movements she desires.

"W-what are you doing here?" she stammered, recovering from the astonishment.

His eyes never left her face. Even with her wet hair framing her small face, she still looked so beautiful. She stepped back further from the shower head, forming a wall of raining water between them.

His jaw tightened in the process and advanced on her. He saw her eyes widen, from fright or astonishment, he doesn't care.

"C-can you please let me finish, first?" she asked once again her hazel eyes never leaving his.

He smirked and with that,he grabbed one of her slender arms and pinned her on the wall, their wall of water breached, raining down on his shirt and pants while she stood naked as the day she was born.

"Please.." she breathed, trying to struggle.

"Why do you keep on seducing me?" he asked, his breath caressing her skin, giving her goosebumps wherever it touches.

She tried to respond but was breath taken when his mouth descended on hers, his kiss hard yet gentle, his big hands came in contact with her small waist and she gasped at their heat despite the cold water on her skin.

He saw it as an invitation and kissed her deeper. Grabbing her by the waist, he guided her legs to wrap around him, pushing her hard on the cold tiles of the bathroom for support.

She snaked her arms on his strong neck, giving in to his onslaught of hungry kisses. The water still ran down from behind him and she grabbed his wet shirt which clings on to him, contouring his majestic body. She started unbuttoning his shirt while clinging on to him for dear life.

He smirked in between kisses and made his way up on the side of her face where he nibbled her ear and whispered, "You can never be her."

She didn't have the time to counter what he just said when she felt his thickness breach her pulsing heat once again. She cried in pain but that did not deter him to go all the way, painfully, hungrily and possessively.

She clutched at his broad shoulders, which is now bare and cried, pleading to him to go easy.

"P-please..it stings." She gasped.

Her inner walls embraced his tightly, making him groan, "Take it.. Take me." He pushed one more time until all of him is tightly encased on her liquid heat. She cried in return, digging her nails on his shoulder and tightening her legs around him.

He looked at her and her sight clawed at his chest. Her eyes are swollen with tears, also gasping yet still her expression is so gentle.

His jaw tightened and he pounded her, making her cry harder. He closed his eyes and focused on what's happening.

This is nothing. It's just what she wanted. Fill her. Hurt her. You're not supposed to be gentle on each other.

Never.

"Please.." she whispered.

"Come, come." He responded, pounding her relentlessly.

She moaned his name one more time before she wailed in ecstasy. He gripped her waist tighter at the same time her inner walls gripped him like a vise while jets after jets of warm liquid shot from his member and into her inner warmth.