Chapter 58

I stare at her in shock. My tongue was lost for words. I tried to gather myself to speak and when I opened my mouth— she beat me to it by pressing her lips to mine. She pulled me closer, devouring my mouth like a hungry predator.

I was still in shock and the fact that she suddenly kissed me, it took a while to register what was happening. It was too good to be true. I had to make sure so I pulled away.

I pushed her gently. I felt the separation of our lips. It must be real. “Wait… Cara.” I watched her in a daze with my cheeks all flushed. My eyes traveled to every part of her face, especially her lips.

Fuck.

I’m kind of disappointed. She’s looking at me the same way she looked at me before she kissed me. Cold and unbothered.

The kiss made me expect something… but I guess I was wrong.

But then she pulled me again for a kiss– a hungry passionate one. I was taken aback by the force. I was overwhelmed, confused. I didn’t know what to do. I already said goodbye and this is not the response I had in mind.

I still haven’t responded and I tried to separate myself while grasping reality. Instead of letting me be, she pulled me completely towards her. I ended up hovering on top of her, my knees and elbows keeping the distance between our bodies. She didn’t break the kiss despite my still lips. I didn’t want to but I moved away fast.

“Don’t.” I whispered, trying hard to control myself. This is wrong. I need her to understand that. We need to talk.

Still with a blank face, she hooked her leg around my waist and turned us around. My back fell on the bed with a slight bounce. She straddled my hips and in no second, took off her camisole. I just noticed what she was wearing. She was wearing the shortest of shorts. Her full legs were on display as my torso separated the pair. Her breasts bounced as soon as she got rid of the thin cloth. She wasn’t wearing any bra.

I gulped. It had been too long. And the sight made me want to… simply fuck her all night.

“Let’s talk.” I did not sound convincing. I almost choked and I sounded like what I feel right now. Overwhelmed with desire and lust. “Please.”

“You don’t learn, do you?” She speaks finally while looking down at me with those prideful eyes. “Talking will get us nowhere.” She grabs one of my hands and places it on her breast. My heart jumped.

She then rips my shirt, buttons flying anywhere. She started to unbuckle my belt but I stopped her by grabbing her wrist. “Cara… please. I’d rather we talk.”

“Strip.” She orders.

I glared at her in objection. She grabbed my neck and squeezed it. She pressed her lips and nose on my cheek. “I said strip.” I winced at the pain when her hand didn’t hesitate to press harder.

And so I followed her orders like a pet dog. It’s one of her tones that she uses when she’s serious and she’s not to be messed with.

I took off my shirt. We both got up and started stripping the rest of our garments. She led me back to the bed, taking my arm. My hesitance to follow made us fall to the bed unceremoniously. The position anyway was to her advantage as I fell on top of her.

“Kiss me.” She demands.

I want to. I wanted to so bad but not this way. Not this way. I kissed her slowly. I know she could feel how halfhearted I am. It didn’t affect her desire. She kisses me like she usually does– full of craving. I can’t help but feel surprised about it. I didn’t expect that she’d still feel the same.

She then adjusts herself below me so she could accommodate me between her spreaded legs. She spreads it wider when she feels I settled perfectly. Her arms embraced me like a lover before conveying her demands.

“Fuck me, Dylan Ross.” She whispered against our lips.

Despite my hesitance, my body still desired her. It still craves for her. And with a gorgeous body like hers, I was completely hard. But I knew it’s not the same. When we had sex before, I felt like I would burst. Right now, it’s not the case. I was hard for her, yes, but my hesitance was holding me back. Because I know there’s something amiss. And it’s not going to be the same unless we talk.

I shuddered when my shaft met her slippery wet entrance. Fuck, I missed being inside her. I've missed this. I've missed her.

I didn't waste time and plunged inside of her. Foreplay be damned. I wanted her. We both wanted this anyway. Maybe after this, we can talk.

She moaned loudly. I was a bit surprised to hear it. It sounded too erotic and wild. She writhed below me, unable to contain the feeling while I felt I'm about to explode. She had become incredibly tighter like the first time we did it. And I tried hard not to come then and there.

I began to kiss her as I started to move slowly at first. I want to feel every inch of her wrapped around me. I want to remember everything. I no longer feel like holding back. I know after this, we'll probably say our goodbye. I guess we'll just take advantage of each other… one last time.

I didn't stop kissing her as I fastened my pace like a wild animal. I know she loves it like that. I pulled away from the kiss once I felt like I was nearing. I buried my head to her neck as I grunted and groaned. Her screams and moans were high and deafening. Sex is the only time I got a hold of her, the only time I know she's mine and mine only. The only time she lets go of her status and just focuses on me.

I came deep inside her. I didn't pull out or move back. I let her walls clamped me tightly and securely as we both relished our release. I pressed my body tightly against hers, buried my face deeper to her neck as I inhaled her floral scent.

"I love you." I said without thinking. I almost regretted saying it. I didn’t want to ruin this moment. I was afraid that she'll distance herself again and shoo me away like a fucking pest.

"I love you, too."

I froze at her reply.

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Cara

“Say it.” Franco, who was sitting right across from me, was watching me steadily like an interesting object.

The plane had taken off just a while ago. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to sleep despite the discomfort the wound had brought me. Because of my arrogance, the wound reopened and had bled pretty badly. I had to stop by the hospital for a restitch.

Romeo Reed sure figured out my injury and took advantage of it. I should’ve killed him then and there but I was too conceited. What can I say, I love to play with my prey.

“I know you want to say something, Franco. Best you speak now.” I said.

“I don’t understand why you just leave him like that.” He said with a frown in his face as he looked at me with genuine curiosity. “I was positive you would keep him forever.”

I rubbed my temple, feeling a headache coming. “He doesn’t deserve to be here.”

“You love him.” He simply stated. I slowly fluttered my eyes open.

“Who doesn’t love a family man?” I joked wearing a playful smirk. But Franco didn’t find that funny at all. And in reality, it wasn’t funny for me either. My smirk was immediately replaced with a solemn look. “He deserves better.” I muttered quietly.

“You should’ve told him the truth and not let him be hurt this way.” His expression changed when he realized the cold look on my face. “I’m telling you this as a friend, Cara, not someone who works for you.”

“You should know better that if I told him the truth, he will never give up. It’s best if he thinks I never wanted him. Sometimes feelings or love isn’t enough, Franco, but knowing that he’s doing okay and happy— that’s enough. I know you have taken a liking to him and thus you feel this way. He will move on with time… so be at ease.”

By the way he was looking at me, I know he had other concerns but I brushed it off by closing my eyes again. The wound was still throbbing like it had a life of its own. Not only that, me leaving him unexpectedly had taken a toll on my heart.