My heart pounded nervously against my ribs. I held my dress tightly to stop it from falling.
I took a deep breath, in and out as I was held hostage by his gaze. He didn't answer me, instead, his eyes raked my body.
"Get out of my room or else I'll scream!" I said in my shaking voice.
His lips twitched upward and he just shrugged. Instead of being threatened of my remark, he walked even closer, until his shoes touched my bare feet.
His face was pulled down, eyes were intense in a way that thrilled me. I looked away while trying to fix my clothes.
"I'm sorry about earlier, I wasn't expecting that to happen..." he said gently.
My jaw clenched. "What should I expect from you? You don't remember anything," I said with full of sarcasm.
Silence stretched between us like a rope. He eyed me carefully, watching me frantically zipping my dress up.
"Let me help you with that..."
Before I could even protest, he already held my shoulders. He slowly twirled me around until I ended up leaning on his chest.
I gasped, my breathing growing more deeper. His arm immediately snaked on my stomach, while the othere one placed the wine glass its holding onto the side table.
"What are you doing?! Get off me, Gabriel!"
I faced him and pushed him forcefully, but he didn't move except for the muscles flexing in his arms.
Pleasure took me by surprised as he wrapped his arms around my waistline and leveled his stare with mine. I bit my lip to suppress the heat slowly burning inside me.
His dark brown eyes looked hard at me. He was to close for me to meet his eyes. I just fell my lashes down. I wanted to curse myself for starting to feel my knees weaken.
"Please, Gabriel.." I mumbled oftly.
I want to blame myself for being easily swayed. Earlier, I almost cursed him while crying, but now that he's in front of me, all my anger just melted into nothing.
"Turn around," he said huskily.
I gulped. He controls every inch of me, my body, soul and mind. He can quickly make me obey him. He showed me no mercy, it only took him a little effort to make me fall for him over and over again.
I didn't move, so he walked to my back. He's sure of himself, he thinks he's in control. He's still holding my waist like he's not letting me escape anymore.
"Does your wife know about this?" I asked him bluntly.
He chuckled in reply. His hand crawled on my back and found the zipper.
I gasped again. My heart had leapt out of my chest and into my throat. There's an electricity flowing through my blood when he zipped my dress down.
"Damn it!" I cursed while shaking my head.
His fingertips was on flame, it was burning that I felt like a firewood crackling into his touch. My mind was unable to process the pleasure so fast. I know I can't escape anymore.
"Gab–" I stopped him even if deep inside, I also wanted this.
"Don't ask me to stop, Emory, cause' I can't..." he whispered and kissed the sensitive skin behind my ear.
I bit my lip when my dress dropped down the floor. I felt my knees trembling.
"Please, Gab, enough..." I panted.
But he was deaf of my pleas. He planted a kiss on my shoulder. His hand went on my face and moved down past my lips.
"Gab–" I utter softly.
My brain was already on fire, I can't stop myself. I held his wrist to get strength from him.
He exhaled softly on my neck, pulling me closer to him. "Give me a minute, no, an hour maybe..."
Heat crept up my cheeks in anticipation. I took a steadying breath and tried to relax my nerves, but I couldn't help it. My patience is slowly slipping off.
I turned around without really thinking and started to unbutton his shirt, fast like someone's chasing after me.
He leaned down on me and stepped back at my sudden attack. He clenched his teeth while I worked my way to his suit.
"Ahh, fuck!" he said. He looked above and bit his lips.
After a while, his chest welcomed me. I licked my lower lip as I admired how strong and sexy his shoulder is. I don't remember feeling this way with any other man, like I was ready to be imprisoned by its arms anytime.
"Emory..." he mumbled in a hoarse voice.
I was catching my breath as I hurriedly took his belt and pants off. I swallowed hard when I saw the bulge in his boxer shorts started straining against the fabric.
His arm was wrapped firmly around my waist, eyes were lock onto mine so intensely. Our breaths rose in visible puffs and though there was a soft wind, we are warm with one another.
"Damn, you're making me go crazy! You're fucking running through my mind, in every fucking second of every fucking minute of my fucking life. I'm trying, Emory, I'm trying to resist just because I already made a promise to love her completely with all my heart. But fuck, why couldn't I?! Tell me?!" His voice was full of rage.
My heart twisted and my knees weakened. I know he has already decided... and he chose Alessandra.
"You shouldn't be here..." I said in my weak voice.
"I don't know how long I could hold on to my decision. Whenever you're around, I just can't fucking think straight. You are ruining me, you just fucking did and still... you are the only flame I will ever need..."
He suddenly pulled my hip closer to him. His hand found my rear and rubbed me against him. His body was electrifying and addictive. I can't help but to release soft moans when he groped and touched my butt.
"Damn it, you're so beautiful, Emory..." he said huskily.
I didn't mind answering his damn statement. I just want him to kiss me, rough and bold.
"Just kiss me..." I commanded.
"Fuck!" he replied, crashing his lips against mine. My lips parted and his soft tongue stroke mine hungrily. He explored my mouth and dived in brutally.
He squeezed my globes and pulled me hard to his hard shaft. His hands crawled down to my panty and tore it easily, I gasped as I heard the fabric rip.
"Ahh..." I moaned softly.
He then drew away from me, only to stripe down my brassiere. He crouched down and went to my boobs. He kissed it. Sucked it, not until I cried out for more.
I was burning up, my body was writhing in pleasure, I'm already wet and itchy. I can't wait any longer.
I searched for his boxers. I clawed my fingers at the edge of his material and quickly pulled it down.
"Naughty..." he said huskily.
He then spunk me, not once but twice. I grunted in pleasure. I bit my lower lip hard and raised my head to meet his blazing eyes.
Not a second after, he whirled me around and pushed me in the bed. Before I could even recover, he pulled my waist up. "Fuck!" I protested.
He held both my hands and brought it to my back. I bit my lips hard when he held my knees and made me kneel on the bed.
"Gab–" I muttered, almost can't hear my own voice as I catch my breath.
I squeezed my eyes shut when he caressed my back, moving and forming a circular motion at my behind. I almost protested because I want to touch him back. I want to make him feel the same heat I'm feeling right now. But he didn't let me move much. He was still gripping my hands.
"You look fucking good in that position..." he whispered softly at my ear. He began to kneel behind my back and started tracing my jawline, to my jugular and down to my shoulder blade.
His other hand traveled down to my abdomen, slowly emitting a fire beyond my inner thighs. I don't know where to move my head when he played with my wet womanhood.
"Ahh, you're so wet..." he said in a hushed voice.
I gasped as he slid his finger inside me and stroked my clit. I moaned in each and every thrust of his expertise. I almost went crazy on how he thrusted his finger while leaving kisses in my ear. He was breathing hotly behind me and it feels good to hear his harsh breath.
I let out a short scream. I felt so close to the nearing end. He freed me, fingers slowly descending on my breast and capturing my nipples.
I buried my face on the pillow, I can't feel my thighs anymore. I clenched around his warm finger and wiggled lightly, I was going to burst any second.