Chapter 23: Chapter 23

Chapter Twenty Two

Yael’s POV

Sabrina is bare from the waist below and she’s right beside me. I pulled away from our kiss, only to watch her quiver from want, from desire. She wanted to find her release and my mind focused for her solution alone. Slightly hiding the fact that the monster inside me also wanted to do this.  Or to do more.

I placed my palm in her pooling wetness, overwhelmed by the warmth coming from her. My fingers found her clit, throbbing and pulsing on my skin and I started flicking the bud.

I’m mouth-watering from the way she feels on my hand. Soft, wet, sloppy and god, I can imagine how tight she would be.

“Ohh~Fucking hell.” she said in a breathy voice and I did my best to make her feel good. My middle and fore finger travelled down from her clit down to the line of her slit, gently tracing and spreading the wetness coming out of her.

Sabrina’s waist kept on pushing up the bed, following the movements of my fingers, never wanting to lose the feel of its touch in her, never wanting the pleasure to be cut.

“More.” she demanded, rolling her hips as she finds more friction from my touch.

I know Sabrina is a virgin but I can’t stop but think about shoving my cock deep inside of her. That’s what ‘more’ meant, right?

Despite the unstoppable urge growing in my chest, I paused to breathe and headed on to pleasuring her.

I plunged a finger inside her and she squirm from the sudden intrusion. She’s so wet that my mind wandered how I can easily penetrate her with my--Fucking stop, Yael.

“More, please, more!” she cried and I growled as I added another finger inside. Her walls clenched around my fingers and I couldn’t help but press my cock on the side of her leg. She’s so fucking tight that I can imagine my manhood inside her so bad.

My lips found hers, crushing her moans inside my mouth as my hips continued humping on her porcelain skin.

I moved my hand, in and out. My pace is slow but deep as my thumb caress her bud to intensify her upcoming orgasm. When she found my lower lip and bit on it harder than she use to, I figured that she’s too close.

My hands moved faster, deeper and rougher, imagining my fingers were my cock plunging in and out, hard and rough. I can feel the tip of my cock dampened from the precum flowing out of me. I’m fucking aroused.

Sabrina let go of my lip to cry her orgasm, trembling beneath my touch as the movements of my hand slowed down, letting her climax overcome her.

Her eyes are closed, cheeks flushed with hot blood and the sweat dripping from her forehead completed her perfect look.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I kept cursing in my head as I looked down at my twitching cock, having a glimpse of her bare legs, her naked pussy and glistening in-between made me desire her more.

Groaning, I grabbed the comforter and covered her naked body. She opened her eyes and looked at me as I moved to sit. Her heaving chest caught my attention this time, I looked away frowning.

“I--Th-Thank you.” she whispered the words that I can’t almost hear.

Closing my eyes shut, I exhaled and tried to relax my raging hard-on. When I knew I can’t, I moved on and try to ignore it.

Sabrina sat up, gathering the blanket to cover herself and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

The moment the door closed, I planted a punch on the soft mattress. Fuck. I almost lost myself right there.

When Sabrina grabbed me for a kiss, my libido was the last thing that overpowered me. Instead, worry ate me, questions filled my head and confusion darkened my sight.

But then, she begged.

And I can’t prioritize the answers needed for all my why’s when she’s at that state.

She’s lost. So lost with, with what?

I don’t know. She acted as if her life depends on it, on the pleasure. This is the fucking second time that this happened to her, and I had a guess.

And I no longer wanted to guess.

Sabrina came out of the bathroom and I narrowed my eyes at her. Anger and worry enveloped the room and she felt it, she stopped.

“You have to tell me what’s going on.” I stood from the bed and walked a few steps to her but stopped halfway. “What was wrong with you?”

She looked away, trying to escape my  gaze and I know what she’s fucking doing. Sabrina is trying to dodge the question again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” she whispered and walked to the bed.

I followed her steps and yanked on her arm before she could reached the bed. “I’m talking about what’s wrong with your body because this is the second time that I witnessed the same wanting.”

“I was just horny!” she yelled with eyes closed, trying to get away from my grip.

“Horny?” I made her face me and hold both her arms now. “What if I’m not here? What if some other man was with you? Do you know what will happen if you undergone that with someone else?!”

“You’re hurting me!” then she pushed on my chest but I didn’t budge, just loosened my grip.

“Fucking answer me!”

“If you’re not here, I’ll do it myself and if someone was with me then he’ll do what you just did! Now let me go!”

**

Sabrina’s POV

I should be grateful, I know. But I can’t. This is Yael and whatever I do, a part of me just wanted to fight him, go against him and all that.

I watched as his nose flared and eyes burned in anger. There was nothing I could do to take back the words.

Yael let me go, almost abruptly. “Fine.” then he walked to where his pants were, clothing himself with it and grabbing a shirt, he strode out of the suite.

Slamming the door loud behind him that made me jump.

I thought having him near will cure, or at least act like one but I was wrong. He can stop my urges but he triggers them, too. I never had the same effect when I’m with someone else.

If that was not Yael I’m in the bed with, then I’m as good as a stone statue. But it was him. I was with him.

A few minutes after Yael left and I had enough share of thought, the silence enveloped the room. Hugging myself, I suddenly hated the feeling of being alone and so I cried to sleep.

**

Waking up the next morning, I kind of expected to see Yael was back in our suite but he wasn’t. His wallet and phone was still at the bedside where he left it.

Where did he sleep?

Did he stayed out the entire night?

Oh come on, Sabrina, he own the place. He can get anything he want just by saying his name.

I sighed and decided to get ready for breakfast.

Wearing a long beach gown in orange to cover my white two piece bikini, I strode out of the suite and headed to the elevator.

My chest still feels heavy. I hate it. The guilt of saying the wrong words, the pitying I felt for my self. I hate feeling this way. But what added this horrible emotion was that I felt guilty for what happened last night and for lying to Yael.

Though I can’t think in my head that I’ll even stop lying to him. Still… the feeling confuses me.

The elevator door opened and I headed to the restaurant where a waitress greeted me good morning.

“Good morning, uh, table for one.”

She smiled and stretched her arm. “This way, Ma’am.” bowing a bit.

I was about to take a step when my eyes caught a familiar sight. I halted.

Right by the veranda was Yael. Seated comfortably with a blonde bimbo right in front of him. The woman was leaning towards the table, obviously showing off her enormous fake boobs to him.

I gritted my teeth.

There’s no need to worry for him, huh.

“Is everything okay, Ma’am?” the attendant asked and I noticed that I was stuck on my feet.

I smiled and nodded. “Can I please take the table outside? I want to feel the morning sun.”

“Sure, Ma’am!”

I slowly walked, not forgetting to sway my hips seductively. The blonde arched her brow when she noticed my arrival.

“I’ll sit here.” I told the waitress. The table I picked was right beside Yael’s, the blonde’s back is on me and I was face to face with Yael.

I smirked at his stern expression.

“I’ll order now.” I told the waitress without breaking eye contact with Yael who clenched his jaw.