Chapter 16

Chapter 16

After what happened, Troy disappeared from my sight. Despite my attempts to find him, he seemed to be elusive. I was uncertain if he had left or if he was intentionally avoiding me after what had transpired between us. The memory of his kiss lingered in my mind as it was my first one! Damn him!

As I made my way to Troy's house, I couldn't shake off the nerves that engulfed me. I was convinced that I was angry at him for his actions, but there was a strange sense of anticipation stirring within me. With a deep breath, I approached his door, unsure of my feelings - was I truly mad or secretly thrilled?

Confusion clouded my mind as I cautiously entered the house, where the silence only added to my anxiousness. The glow of the lights indicated Troy's presence, suggesting that he had returned earlier than expected. Suppressing my apprehension, I removed my shoes and shut the door behind me, hesitantly advancing towards his room. Was I planning to confront him about what had happened between us? The anticipation of the impending encounter left me flustered.

Slowly setting down my belongings on the table to avoid making noise, I found myself staring at Troy's closed door, contemplating if he was asleep. Just as I was about to unbutton my top, Troy suddenly emerged from his room, catching me off guard. Hastily adjusting my attire, I met his gaze with a racing heart. Troy appeared disheveled, clad in only a sleeveless shirt and boxers, exuding a striking appeal that I struggled to resist.

"Stop staring at me," he said. Despite my efforts to maintain composure, his remark about my gaze rendered me flustered.

"I-I'm not staring at you!" I stammered a response, denying his accusation while he nonchalantly fetched water from the fridge, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I have a feeling you're hungry," he mentioned before taking a sip of water. I observed him as he drank, why does he look so attractive? Stop daydreaming about him, Elisaria Foster!

"I'm not," I denied and stood up to set the table. I noticed there was a dish and rice already there. Perhaps Troy brought it up earlier. Has he eaten yet? I wanted to ask, but I couldn't find the words.

"You haven't eaten? I thought your engineer friend would take you out for dinner," his words carried a hint of sarcasm. I was taken aback by what he said and suddenly remembered the reason he kissed me earlier. It seemed unbelievable, but why was he acting this way?

Was he jealous? He kissed me earlier after seeing me with Engr. Nath, and now he's insinuating something between us. I faced him as he leaned against the sink, arms crossed, watching me. He exuded a boyish yet dominant aura, as if ready to reprimand me if I confirmed being with Engr. Nath.

"What if I did go out for dinner with Engr. Nath?" I challenged, raising an eyebrow, testing his patience. My chest tightened as his expression darkened. The playful smirk was gone, replaced by a menacing grin, as he approached me.

"Did you forget what I told you earlier?" he asked sternly, getting closer. I steeled myself. I shouldn't be intimidated by his actions.

"Why do you care? What if I get closer to Engr. Nath? It's my life! I know you had a woman over, Margarette, right? I'm a woman too, with needs. You're not the only one here with desires!" I retorted.

His face darkened further, the menacing smile vanishing. I could see the tension in his jaw, and the anger in his green eyes.

"I appreciate you letting me in your home, but if you're going to dictate my love life, then I'll leave—" my words were cut short as he pulled me and pressed me against the wall. My eyes widened as his lips crashed onto mine aggressively. I struggled to breathe amidst his relentless kissing, attempting to push him away, only for him to hold my arms firmly against the wall.

"Troy!" I called out to him, hoping to get his attention, but he continued to kiss me fervently as if he were chasing some uncontrollable fire. Despite feeling weak, I couldn't find the strength to push him away because deep down, I was enjoying his passionate kisses, even though they were intense. As we continued to kiss, I couldn't help but moan, prompting him to release my hands and pull me closer to him, his warmth enveloping me.

Amid our passionate embrace, I found myself reciprocating his kisses eagerly, as if there was no tomorrow. I was swept away by his intensity, like a tornado stripping away all sense of reason. My body tingled with anticipation as he cupped my breast, his hands skillfully removing my top and bra, leaving me exposed to his touch.

His kisses trailed down my neck, sending shivers of pleasure through me. “I’ll be the one who decides when you leave, and certainly not because of that bastard,” I stifled a moan as he whispered possessively in my ear, asserting his control. As he continued to explore my body, my desire heightened, and I clung to him as he teased and pleasured me. Each touch of his lips ignited a fire within me, leaving me breathless and eager for more.

I couldn't help but cry out his name as he lavished attention on my body, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. His touch was electrifying, and I could feel myself growing wet and needy under his ministrations. As he continued to explore my body, I arched my back in pleasure, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations he was evoking.

With each intimate touch, I surrendered myself to him completely, lost in the ecstasy of his kisses and caresses. "You're so wet, my princess," he whispered as he teased me, sending me spiraling towards a peak of pleasure. My body responded to him eagerly, craving his touch and his embrace as we melded together in passion and desire.

"Oh!" I moaned as he touched my clit, sending waves of excitement through me. I felt weak in the knees and he held me close, his finger exploring inside me. I was unable to focus on kissing him, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving me. I felt exposed yet thrilled by his actions, so when he laid me on the dining table and surprised me by pleasuring me with his mouth, I couldn't help but gasp.

"Troy!" I exclaimed as he continued, my body arching with pleasure. I gripped his hair as he brought me to the brink of release. As he positioned himself over me, I gazed into his eyes and saw the desire burning within him, matching my own. This was a new sensation, one that I had never experienced as a princess in the palace of Urzua.

I felt his hardness against me, the warmth spreading through me as he hovered over me. I held onto him, feeling his body respond to my touch. “You want me to put it in?” he asked sensually.

“Take me,” I replied hoarsely. As he entered me, a mix of pain and pleasure enveloped me, causing me to grip his arm tightly. He remained still, waiting for my signal to move.

"I won't move until you're ready," he whispered, his lips brushing my cheek. I nodded, feeling a combination of pleasure and discomfort, unlike anything I had felt before.

Troy gripped my thighs firmly and spread them wide, intensifying the sensation of his masculinity inside me. Despite the initial discomfort, I tried to move with him and soon found myself moaning in pleasure.

"I want you to move, Troy," I managed to say as he kissed me deeply. "Your wish is my command, my princess," he replied, easing into a slow rhythm that gradually escalated to electrifying pleasure. As his thrusts grew more vigorous, I felt the table beneath us shift with each movement, my breasts bouncing from the intensity of his actions. Opening my eyes, I saw the raw desire reflected in Troy's gaze, fueling my own eagerness even more.

He continued to pleasure me, kissing me passionately while his other hand explored my curves. The strength of his movements resonated through the table, filling the room with our shared moans and groans as the heat of our passion consumed us. When I felt his climax, my own release followed in a wave of ecstasy.

As Troy lifted me and led me to his room, laying me on his bed and reclaiming me with a hunger that left me breathless. I could only surrender to the pleasure he ignited within me, lost in the moment and uncertain of what tomorrow might bring. Hoping it was all just a dream and that the next day would be like any other.