Her Sinner

In an instant, he closed the distance between us, his hands gripping my waist tightly, pulling me into him until not even air could pass between our bodies. I felt the undeniable heat of his skin pressing against mine, his scent intoxicating, overpowering every sense I had left.

Then his lips found mine-hungry, desperate, consuming every breath I had. Each kiss was a storm, leaving me breathless.

Gasping for air, I opened my eyes, and there he was, staring down at me, his gaze burning with love, desire, and something deeper-something primal, raw, as if he needed me more than his next breath.

I stood frozen, paralyzed by the storm inside me. My body trembled, giving in to his fierce kisses, my mind screaming for control. But before I could lose myself completely, I shoved him away with all the strength I had left.

"May asawa na ako!" I choked out, my breath shaky.

"But he treats you like trash, Mehri!" he shot back, his voice laced with frustration.

I averted my gaze, unable to deny it. Alam kong totoo ang sinasabi niya, but my heart refused to cross the line we were standing on.

"We are still married," I said firmly, my voice trembling. "Sa mata ng Diyos, mali 'to. Mali tayo."

He didn't say a word. Instead, he moved closer, his footsteps echoing in the silence, the sound of my heartbeat growing louder with every step he took. I could feel my pulse racing, the room shrinking around us until it was just him, me, and the undeniable tension between us.

And then, he was in front of me, towering over me, trapping me between his warm, solid chest and the cold wall behind me.

Before I could react, his hand shot up to my jaw, forcing my face up to meet his dark, desire-filled eyes. His fingers traced my trembling lips, sending electric shocks through me, igniting every part of my body in ways I didn't want to admit.

"If kissing you is a sin," he whispered, his voice husky, dangerously low, "then I'd gladly burn in hell for eternity. Let me have you, Mehri. "