Chapter Fifty-Seven: Burning

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Burning
I wanted to feel the cozy carpet on my feet, so I took off my home slippers and walked barefoot. My hands instinctively touched his belongings, from his cabinet to books and valuables on the side table. There was a flat-screen television in front of the bed that was just turned off.

I opened the curtains from his window. It revealed a thousand stars in my sight. I placed my hand on the transparent glass, imagining that I was touching everyone of it.

“Minerva?”

I was so immersed in watching the heavenly stars above that I didn’t notice Karlo had exited the washroom. When I faced him, I nearly gagged as I witnessed his upper body. His bottom was just covered with a grey towel, the main reason why his abs were plastered in front of me.

This is not the first time I have seen him topless, but please, this is very different when I have feelings for him! It makes me want to…

And here I am again with my dirty thoughts!

“O-Oh, sorry,”  I stammered and hastily closed the curtains. “I should not have opened them.”

“No, it’s okay. After all, it’s tinted,” he said, and then started walking towards me.

Feeling like I was going to burn just by the thought of him coming closer to me, I moved away as he held the hems of the curtains and opened them widely. My lips parted when I saw how his broad shoulders and the veins on his arms protruded with each swing he made.

Damn, he is so hot!

Danger came again when he turned to me and stepped forward. The bravery I had left melted. I couldn’t move. He took his eyes off mine when he held my hands just to guide me in turning around. Before I knew it, he was holding the end of my dress and taking it off me.

Something exploded in me, so I closed my eyes tightly, especially my eyes. It was so slow and intense that I was melting. The dress was successfully thrown away on the bed. The next thing I knew, he was touching the bits of my back. Take note, I was not even wearing a brassiere!

“Hmmm,” he mumbled. “In fairness, you don’t have sensitive skin. No bruises. No red wounds or anything.”

“Y-Yeah, sure…” I answered only in a strained voice.

“I want to see your front, but maybe you won’t like-“

I cut him off by facing him naked. I saw how his eyes widened because of what I did. He refused to look down and just stared at my face. I had to open my mouth.

“I thought you wanted to check for any bruises on my front?” I finally questioned him.

“Uhhh…” he muttered, refusing to say anything. “Okay.”

His eyes gradually looked down. I saw how he gulped intensely. His gaze had pure lust in it every time it landed on every inch of my body. His hand slowly reached to my chest, pressing it gently as if checking if it would hurt me. He did it again at my collarbones,  below both of my boobs, and on my stomach.

A different kind of fire lit up in my body, and it was because of the touches he was doing to me. It is attracting him, and he would have no choice but to give in. There was a sensation I wanted to fulfill, and it wouldn’t be fulfilled except if he crossed the line.

“No cuts and bruises, either,” he said in a husky voice and moved backward. “You can go out now. You are not hurt.”

“What?” I mumbled in disbelief. “That’s it?”

He shut his eyes tightly like I did when my back was turned from his way, refusing to acknowledge what he also felt inside. I got shivers from the air conditioner as my feet walked slowly in front of him. My hand was initially placed on his cheek, urging him to open his eyes and look at me.

“I want you, Karlo,” I whispered.

Our eyes met. Something was burning in his gaze, an indication that he also wanted me. I squinted my eyes because it wasn’t just admiration and lust. Another mix of negative emotions was circling. Anger? Vengeance? What?

He tried to turn away from me, but I pulled his hand.

“Why are you restraining yourself when you clearly want me, too?” I exclaimed in slight frustration. “I know that you have been lusting over me, but you always turn away! Why?!”

“It’s not right, Minerva!” he said and closed his eyes all over again.

“And why would that be? Is it because you want to respect me? Bullshit, then maybe I don’t want to be respected anymore!”

“Minerva!”

“Touch me, Karlo! I know you want it! I want it, too!”

“You don’t understand,” he mumbled and lifted his gaze so he could stare into my eyes deeply. “I really can’t…”

Dismay rained over my heart as I shook my head at him. “Then it isn’t true - that you love me. Liar,” I said lastly before I turned my back on him.

I was wrong all the time. All that slow, dramatic he always gives me whenever I pass by him was just for show. Maybe he is just my husband to protect me, but not to really dive into sexual relations. He is just there to mold me into a queen in my parents’ organization, but not to be loved by him.

I was about to get my dress off my bed so I could get out of this room, but my breath hitched when I felt a strong grip on my hand. When I faced Karlo again, he caught my lips with his as he cupped my body in his arms. He kissed me torridly until we couldn’t breathe anymore.

I opened my eyes, only to realize that he was already opening his eyes to look at me. There it was again. Anger. Vengeance. Restraint. But it was not intense and hot like a while ago. It was as if it had already been pacified.

“What have you done to me…” he whispered before placing his lips on mine again. “I will make you fucking regret this.”

Again, I went crazy when he kissed me hard, our tongues intertwined. The burning sensation inside me was back again. While kissing me, his palms had reached my twin peaks, massaging them aggressively. His kisses went down from my jaw to my neck, until his tongue twirled on my boobs. Several soft moans aggressively escaped from my mouth.

My knees wobbled, and all I could do was sit on the bed beside my night dress. When he was done with my boobs, his mouth and tongue went down to my stomach. Without further ado, he ripped my panties and spread my legs without mercy!

“Karlo!” I exclaimed.

But I just saw him smirk before pulling both of my legs so he could get access to my sex. My back arched when I felt his playful tongue teasing and playing my entrance. I had to balance myself by placing both of my elbows on the bed as he licked my luxury. I felt myself releasing, so I put friction between his tongue and my entrance until I reached my climax. My body trembled because of its intensity. I moaned wildly and didn’t even recognize my voice.

I was still weak from what had happened, but when I looked up at Karlo, the towel from his bottom was already gone! My eyes widened when I saw how big he was. His manhood was already standing in its glory, ready to go to war inside me. Damn, this man is dangerous, indeed!

He leaned over and guided me to lie on the bed by attacking me with hot kisses on my lips and face. Without me expecting it, I felt his manhood knocking on my entrance. He groaned in my ear when he successfully went inside, but I screamed in pain, on the other hand.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed and looked at me in amusement. “Don’t tell me-“

“I’m a virgin, you fucking idiot!” I said.

Confusion was plastered on his face. “But I thought… did you… what?”

There was a tear escaped from my eye. Conscience was in his watchful gaze as he kissed my tear and continued moving inside me. I arched my back again but still managed to receive him.

“I’ll be gentle, then,” he whispered and pulled my head against his chest. “I’m sorry…”

“Ahhh!” I shouted again, my hands trembling on his shoulders. “It hurts, Karlo!”

“Ssshh, it will not be later. Trust me…”

Because of his assurance, I had to withstand the pain that came with every push and pull that he did inside me. When it was already full, he moved again. After a second of enduring it, I pushed him a bit so he could start moving fast. He understood what I wanted, so he hugged me and became faster in what he was doing.

The pain was mixed with pleasure already. It still hurt and was uncomfortable, but for some reason, I liked it, and I wanted more. Again, I convulsed at the release I was going to reach. When I looked up at Karlo, he was lifting his head a bit while closing his eyes. He paused and hissed. After that, I saw him pulling his manhood out and withdrew his release from my stomach. I widened my eyes in amusement.

Wow…

“Shit, shit, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” he apologized repeatedly. “I’ll get some tissues.”

He stood up and went to the side table to get tissues from the box. I watched his release still on my stomach, but it didn’t stay any longer when Karlo wiped it off.