Chapter 78: Chapter 78

Fathia pursed her lips even more. To her, the guy in front of her was becoming even more annoying by the second. Not only were his words still stiff and cold, but his behavior towards her was enough to make her heart race irregularly.

And the unfamiliar feeling that coursed through her when Sebastian touched her so gently. Just like they had done moments ago. Even though it was only Sebastian's lips that had touched hers. Not anything else. But that alone was enough to make Fathia feel entranced, weak, and surrendered to the power Sebastian wielded.

"Don't be like that."

Fathia blinked innocently. "Like what, exactly? Can you be clearer? When you're mad at me, you're always so straightforward. Why not now?"

"It seems like you need to be punished." And without any more words, Sebastian leaned in again. His lips met the ones that had been dancing in his mind, waiting to be touched. He kissed her slowly, and as his kisses were returned, he deepened his affection.

Until the hand that had touched part of Sebastian's face perfectly resumed its position. It only fueled Sebastian's enthusiasm to touch Fathia even more, including his fingers that began to trace the girl's cheek. Slowly. As light as a feather. Deliberate pauses. This created another symphony accompanied by the gentle massage Sebastian received from Fathia, originating from her.

As if that movement was a sign that Sebastian was allowed to do something else. Also, as an alarm that Fathia didn't want to release that embrace anytime soon.

"Sebastian." A sigh escaped perfectly from lips that Sebastian had let go for a moment. Leaving wet traces on both surfaces. Moreover, the girl's eyes looked even sadder. The movement of his fingers on Sebastian's head stopped momentarily. Meanwhile, Sebastian's fingers were still gently caressing the side of Fathia's face, leaving marks.

Realizing that, Fathia stirred slightly, causing him to furrow his brows a bit. "Why?" he asked.

Fathia shook her head gently. "You're bothered, aren't you?"

"Why should I be bothered?"

A small sigh escaped Fathia's lips. "Every time you look at my face, you seem to not believe that it's really me."

Sebastian quickly shook his head. "Who says that? I'm a hundred percent sure this is you, Fathia. There's absolutely no doubt in my mind."

Fathia chose to wait for Sebastian to say something else because his hand didn't stop tracing that scar. It made Fathia shiver, actually. Moreover... when Sebastian chose to kiss that scar with his eyes closed. "The scar you have, it's the harshest reminder in my life that I failed to protect you."

The kiss descended slowly, leaving a slightly damp trail. This clearly made Fathia feel as though her heart had stopped beating. The strange sensation that had greeted her due to Sebastian's previous kisses, laden with a surge that ignited other sensations within her body, returned. It gradually rose, and without Fathia realizing it, she held her breath.

"I'll make it up to you, Fathia. No matter how, everything that makes you like this will have its payback."

And as Sebastian's lips reached the curve of her neck, Fathia let out a surprised yelp. Sebastian gave her a bite that didn't cause pain, but the feeling he brought along with it made Fathia even more powerless.

"I promise, Fathia. I promise."

Fathia chose to nod softly, but what Sebastian was doing to her body had left her in a state of chaos. Unbeknownst to her, her chest had slightly swelled. It was as if it was giving its own permission for Sebastian to touch her there. And when his fingers began to move along it, still hindered by the buttons of his shirt, Fathia's eyes closed tightly. She bit her lower lip to suppress the waves that were crashing against her body even more intensely.

One by one, those buttons were undone. Like a dancer on a dance floor, his fingers adeptly released each button from its latch. And the effect of his deliberately constant touch made the girl even more restless in her sprawl. She wanted to avert her gaze from Sebastian, but she couldn't. Especially since Sebastian occasionally lifted his gaze, seemingly asking for more from her.

Which... she couldn't muster a faint shake of her head for.

Fathia's body yearned for every inch of Sebastian's touch.

Once all the buttons of her blouse were undone, before him, Fathia with a skin-toned bra covering her met Sebastian's gaze. Her breath went up and down as a sign that Fathia was enchanted by everything he was doing. Truly, everything he had ever witnessed was different from what was presented now.

Fathia was far from being sexy. Her body was now even slimmer than the last time Sebastian remembered. He would remember to keep reminding her to eat more. Her bust wasn't too large either. However, Sebastian was truly struggling.

He felt the urge to devour every bit of essence Fathia had.

He closed his eyes for a moment. Weighing so many things in his mind until...

"Why did you stop? Am I... Am I not attractive?"

Damn it!

How could Fathia say that while her heart was in turmoil? Not attractive? Even his wildest imagination about a woman was ruined because of Fathia. The existence of a Fathia Bernessa Claire in his bloodstream was that intense.

"What did you say?"

"I'm not attractive in Sebastian's eyes. Am I, right?"

Truly, for whatever Sebastian had ever possessed, he was willing to trade it just to see Fathia smile again. In front of him now, those bright eyes were gloomy. Yet his assumption was completely wrong. Sebastian was restraining himself to not go further than touching Fathia. But... but to be presented with a sight like this?

Oh my God!

"You... you're the wildest imagination I have, Fathia." Then Sebastian leaned in again. Kissing the lips that had just voiced an objection. Also feeling a tear drop from the corner of his eye. He wiped it away immediately, replacing it with a series of kisses around her face. Then descending back to where he had left the damp trail. Continuing to the area that had challenged him to touch it.

Every move he made was greeted by a mixture of moans and sighs that filled the room. It delivered a unique thrill to Sebastian's soul. Meanwhile, beneath him, Fathia had lost all strength except to surrender and accept. Besides, she didn't want to refuse. Not at all.

Above her, there was Sebastian, in control of himself. Also, her heart. Possessing her was the highest hope he had ever had since realizing that his Sebastian was not just a replacement 'older brother'.

"Remember what I said earlier, Fathia?" Sebastian asked moments before the bra Fathia was wearing completely came off. "Call my name correctly."

The girl looked at Sebastian with a foggy gaze. She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking that it might relieve some of the pressure in her body, but she was wrong. Especially when Sebastian's lips greeted one of her breasts. Sucking on it. Gently squeezing it and leaving a mark that would surely be hard to disappear.

"Tian," Fathia sighed, writhing more restlessly.

Sebastian found a satisfied grin when Fathia's voice filled his ears. Sweet. There was a sense of embarrassment and hesitation, but she couldn't resist.

"Fill this room with my name coming from your lips, Na."

All Fathia could do was nod faintly. Because what Sebastian asked for was happening. The room was filled with moans and whispered moans that came from Fathia's lips. Repeatedly calling Sebastian's name until, without her realizing it, the awkwardness that had been present earlier disappeared. Replaced by a desire again and again to surrender herself under the power Sebastian possessed.

A solid punch landed on Fathia's shoulder. Not too hard, but enough to break her reverie.

"Lost in thoughts, huh? Confess?" Fathia quickly shook her head. She hastily ended her activity. Avoiding Jess was the quickest thing she would do right now.

"Hey, if you're avoiding, then it's true," Jess said playfully. "You must have something going on with your Mr. Sebastian. Right, huh?"