Henry looked away first and gazed upon the wall next to him. He uttered, "All this time, I thought you had a change of heart. Even though we shared a night, I was unsure what you felt about me. And I have never properly expressed that you are what my heart desires."
Henry cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence. "However, that's all in the past. There's no point dwelling on it now, except for the sake of clarity. I hope this meeting can bring closure and allow you to move forward with your life."
"Khana, there's no point lingering in the love we couldn't have. I truly loved you, but that was all part of history," he added.
Khana rose from her seat, stepping closer until she had Henry pinned against the sofa. She fixed him with a piercing stare, freezing him in place with the intensity of her gaze. She had a way of captivating his senses.
"Show me that your feelings for me are truly in the past," Khana demanded, her fingers tracing the contours of Henry's face. "I'll kiss you. If you dare to kiss me back, I won't ever let you go," she added, her voice a whisper.
Henry wanted to gently push the lady. However, his body won't cooperate as he is hypnotized by her tantalizing eyes.
In the quietude of the room, amidst shadows that danced like whispers, he stood enraptured, caught in the gravitational pull of her gaze. Her eyes, twin pools of obsidian, held him captive like a moth drawn to a flame. In those depths, he saw galaxies swirling, mysteries unfolding—a cosmos that defied the laws of reason.
As he gazed into those fathomless depths, it was as though he was plunging into an abyss, willingly surrendering to an enchantment beyond comprehension. Time lost its meaning, and the world around them faded into insignificance. Only she and her mesmerizing eyes remained, filling his universe with their profound allure.
Her black eyes were not merely a color; they were an abyssal portal to a realm of wonder. Every blink was like a ripple on a dark lake, stirring his soul. He could feel himself slipping, falling deeper, losing his balance in the infinity of her gaze. It was a descent he welcomed, a journey into the unknown that held no fear.
In those moments, he adored her eyes as a poet adores the night sky, finding solace and inspiration in their profound mystery. They were not just windows to her soul but gateways to a hidden dimension of beauty and emotion. He longed to explore every corner of this world she held within, knowing that it contained wonders that defied explanation.
He was even more lost when soft lips touched his lips. It was more intoxicating than any liquor. He's trying hard not to open his mouth because the moment Khana's tongue enters, there's no assurance he can silence his desire to kiss back.
However, she is more tempting than he could imagine. Her hands slowly crawled to his chest which brought a shiver to his whole being.
Meanwhile, Khana is earnestly praying that the guy he is kissing will fall into her antics. She wished he'd kiss back. She's doing her best to tempt the priest, shamelessly committing a sin. She is crazy enough to go against the world just to have the love of her life.
She can feel loud drums lying in Henry's chest. He is breathing hard while trying to resist the temptation, but he is just a human who got preyed on by earthly desire, especially when the one who is tempting him is someone he longed to touch again.
And so, with each passing heartbeat, he surrendered further, willingly ensnared by the captivating allure of her gaze. To him, there was no greater abyss than the endless depths of her eyes, and he willingly fell, intoxicated by the magic that enveloped him.
He started moving his lips against her, and although Khana anticipated this, she still got caught in the moment. He slid his tongue inside her mouth.
Khana arched her back when Henry's palm ran over her back. Although she's wearing clothes and the room is well-ventilated with Aircon, she's still burning. Every touch turns her even more as if she is electrified.
Her hands accidentally landed on the thing between his legs. She could feel it was hard as a rock, and it drove her to be more excited.
She's wet down there, and her flower wants to be watered again. It took forever for this to happen. She can't help but zip it down and suck it before the priest gets his senses back.
She wants to drive him crazy enough to forget who is in the meantime. Khana wants to feel him, just like that time when they had it first when they were still minors.
On the other hand, Henry has completely fallen into darkness. He can't help but make weird noises as she sucks and licks his manliness.
He can't help but close his eyes because it is too hard to explain what he is feeling right now.
"A-Ahhh," he screamed in his husky voice, and such a sexy sound was music to Khana's ears. She sucked deeper in and out.
Henry's hand was on Khana's hair, and even though he didn't mean to, his hand was already pulling the lady's hair. It didn't hurt the lady, instead, it excited her more.
She licked the tip of it as if it were her favorite lollipop. His thing was big and just right in size, six inches long. It was just her type, the one that is not too short or long; not too small and too big, just enough to fit her mouth and her flower.
Shortly after, she felt something was coming up, and Khana wasn't wrong after all.
A white sticky thing has defiled her mouth. She was satisfied, but there was more she wanted than having Henry's 'thing' defiling her mouth...
"A-Ahhh," he screamed in his husky voice, and such a sexy sound was music to Khana's ears. She sucked deeper in and out, sucking out his soul. Henry could not understand himself as if he's gone insane.Henry's hand was on Khana's hair, and even though he didn't mean to, a hand was already pulling the lady's hair. It didn't hurt the lady, but instead, it excited her more. At the back of Khana's head, her mind has been saying, "I guess, I'm driving you crazy, huh? How about I suck you harder?"She licked the tip of it as if it were her favorite lollipop. The guy's thing was big and just right in size, six inches long. It was just her type, a plaything between his legs that was not too short or long, yet not too small and too big, just enough to fit her mouth and her flower.Shortly after, she felt something was coming up, and Khana wasn't wrong. A white sticky thing has defiled her mouth. She was satisfied, but there was more she wanted than having the restless guy's 'thing' defiling h
Although she was engaged to Richard, they never had this intimacy in bed because she never allowed it to happen. Henry is the first guy who buds her flower when they are both not of legal age. And, now, he is still the first to have a taste of her older self.The two wild souls were drowning in pleasure, and neither couldn't bring themselves to their senses. It's driving her crazy, having Henry sucking his booby again while sliding his two fingers in and out between his legs. She's like a seashell that spreads more upon cast into the flame as much as how her legs spread wider."I want you inside me, now..." She whispered to his ears while slightly pulling his hair.He could hear her heavy breath. She's gasping for air while moaning. It was a piece of music to his ears. Also, seeing her expressions is like a form of art he adores. She grabbed his arm and buried her nails as he made his way inside her. Her head tilted left and right every time he moved in and out. She even bit her lo
Khana woke up tied in the middle of a crowd cursing her, calling names. She wanted to scream for help, but her mouth was trampled with a piece of clothing. She was confused. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep next to the man she admired. What's all the fuss? Why is she tied like a witch in the witch craze? She can't help but keep a lot of questions in her head. "May you rot in hell!" says the crowd while throwing eggs and cabbage at her. Suddenly, Richard stands out from the crowd. Richard was holding a stick with blazing fire. He glared at her and mouthed, "You and him shall burn to death."It was at that moment she realized a black fabric next to her. The crowd removed it and a man with blood all over his face appeared."Henry!" Khana screamed in horror. She frantically moved, wanting to escape from being tied. Suddenly, the long sturdy stick where she was hanging had lost its footing to the ground. She looked down, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized
Henry's expression turned grim as they exchanged anxious glances. They couldn't risk letting anyone discover their clandestine affair. Khana's mind raced, a surge of panic overwhelming her.As the doorbell rang again, their options dwindled. Khana's mind whirled with fear and uncertainty. If it was Richard, how would they explain their presence here together?"We have to do something," Khana urged, voice trembling. "What if it's Richard?"Khana’s heart raced as the doorbell echoed through the house. She and Henry stood frozen, their tense conversation interrupted by the unexpected sound. With a sinking feeling, Khana’s mind raced through possibilities. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. Then, headed to the window to check whoever the person was waiting outside. However, she can't figure out who it was. Thus, she had no choice but to open the door."If it's Richard he should have entered the house without even knocking, or else he left his spare key here," Khana mumbled. "Stay here,”
Across the pale evening sky, St. XXX church loomed with its towering spire pointing to heaven as if in silent prayer. Inside, the air was cool and mellowed with the sweet tones of incense, a reminder of sacred ceremonies that had been held in the place. Her heart pounding in her chest, Bettina sounded along the stone floor as she walked with a purpose down the nave of the church.Father Henry was at the altar on his knees in deep meditation. Shadows from the flickering candlelight danced against his serene face, bringing clarity into the cool resolution of his eyes. He did not hear Bettina as she approached him, and it was not until she almost stood beside him that he noticed her presence in the stillness of the sacredness about them."Father Henry," she called out sharply, her voice cutting through the air like a knife.Henry turned, a look of surprise crossing his features before he composed himself. "Miss Bettina, what brings you here at this hour?"Bettina took a deep breath, stea
Khana paced in her small, cozy apartment, the tension in her body reflective of the turmoil in her mind. Notwithstanding the serenity of her surroundings, Khana did not feel one bit calm.Her thoughts were consumed with Henry. Ever since their first conversation, she had felt this almost inexplicable connection toward him, which just seemed to grow stronger with each day. Yet, her mind still lingered on the confrontation with Bettina earlier. She knew that her friend was right—there were real consequences to her pursuit of a priest.Khana stopped before the mirror, her reflection staring back at her. Her dark eyes were wide with indecision; her eyebrows furrowed. "What am I doing?" she whispered to herself. "This is madness."Khana sank into the overstuffed armchair by the window, her head buried in her hands. "Why does it have to be so complicated?" she murmured. She closed her eyes, trying to find clarity in the tumult of her emotions.She stood up abruptly, her decision made. "I h
Khana was awakened by her phone’s loud beeping which cut through her sleep like a knife. Groggily, she reached for it on the nightstand, squinting her eyes at the bright light before her. There were many missed calls and urgent messages from one person.“What is wrong with this person? Do they have to disturb my peace so early in the morning?” she asked herself while still touching the surface of her nightstand.She then groaned loudly and made an effort to get out of bed but only managed to sit up straight at its edge.“Eleven missed calls? How is that even possible?” Khana said aloud with shock all over her face.She was unable to press the redial button, as the screen flashed. "Khana, dear..."Her heart raced as a sense of dread settled in her chest upon hearing her mom's subtle weep. She sat up quickly, the remnants of sleep clinging to her mind like cobwebs."Mom, what happened? You don't sound good," Khana asked, her voice trembling."Khana, please come to the hospital. It's yo
Khana found herself pulling into the parking lot of a bar. The neon sign flickered invitingly, and she realized she needed something to numb the pain, even if just for a little while. She walked inside, the dim lighting and murmur of voices a stark contrast to the chaos in her mind.She made her way to the bar and ordered a drink, her hands still shaking. The alcohol burned as it went down, but it provided a momentary relief from the storm inside her. She drank another, and then another until the edges of her reality began to blur.The dimly lit bar buzzed with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses, but for Khana, the noise was nothing more than a dull background to her swirling thoughts. She sat alone at the corner table, nursing her drink, lost in the whirlwind of her own troubles.She wanted to forget all her troubles: First was about her father lying in the ICU, his frail body fighting for each breath. The weight of his illness pressed heavily on her heart, casting a shadow
Henry was in the middle of a conversation with one of the nuns when a woman caught his eye. She wore a yellow sundress with white sandals, her long blonde hair cascading down her back, lips painted a bold red. Her presence was striking and familiar."Father...""Excuse me for a while, sister," says Henry.The nun nodded and left. Then, the priest walked in the lady's direction. He warmly greeted her, "What brings you here, Serina?"Henry looked around to ensure no one was around, still hesitant he asked, "How is she?""I heard she won the trial. I thought she'd be happy with Richard. I thought she'd live the best life with the man who loves her and can provide a wealthy life for her," Henry added, watching the clouds move.Serina took a breath before responding. "She's living with Kharl now. She divorced Richard.""I'm glad to hear she's out of danger now," says Henry, relieved after confirming the news."I bet she doesn't want to see me anymore. She'll always think being near me will
The courthouse was crowded, and the heavy weight of judgment and anticipation felt as if it would kill Khana. Whispers passed with the blade of knives in the air. The glances sent her way seeded contempt and hate. "Wretched wife," someone hissed from the back. "Shameless," whispered another. The words seemed to resound louder, filling the room: whore, traitor, unfit mother.Khana clenched her fists to help block out the hateful murmurs. Her gaze flickered over to Richard, who sat tall and composed on the other side of the courtroom. He looked every inch the wronged husband: calm, almost handsome. He was only making the public support him so much. Now Khana could really feel the weight of the room's collective disapproval bearing down on her, crushing what little resolve she had left.The banging of the gavel jolted her out of her reverie. The judge was an old woman who was strict and unyielding. "The court is in session," she said. "First up for today's docket will be the charge again
Khana sensed that something terrible was on the horizon, a storm brewing that would soon crash into her life. The court hearing for her divorce was approaching faster than she had anticipated, and with it, the overwhelming weight of judgment and loss. Anxiety gnawed at her, and each passing day felt like a countdown to disaster.Then, it came. A loud crash from downstairs snapped her out of her thoughts, sending her heart racing. Voices—angry, furious voices—echoed through the house. Her body went cold as she recognized the sound. Richard’s parents had arrived.As she descended the staircase, Khana’s legs felt like they were made of lead. She was nearly at the bottom when Richard's mother, Karylle, stormed toward her, grabbing her roughly by the arm and pulling her down the final steps. Khana gasped in shock, stumbling to the floor.Richard helped his wife stand up, it was never his intention to see Khana hurt. He was surprised as well, he never had seen how violent his mother would be
Richard paced the living room, and his fury was evident in every tense step he had taken.Meanwhile, Khana stood across the room, her pulse racing, her mind filled with dread. She had seen Richard angry before, but there was something different about this time—his anger felt more dangerous, more unhinged.She knew one aggravating move or thing she said, and everything could spiral out of control quickly.The room was suffocating in its silence, the weight of their unresolved conflict hanging heavy between them. Just when it seemed like Richard might explode, the doorbell rang, cutting through the tension like a blade.Khana's body jolted at the sound, as though she had been yanked back from the edge of a cliff. Moments later, a woman stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply on the marble floor."Richard, I hope I didn't come at the wrong time?"Richard’s lips curled into a smirk. "You just came at the right time, Chloe. Have you contacted the lawyer you recommend? I need to file adul
Khana wasted no time, she ran to the telephone, her fingers trembling while dialing Serina's number. Her heart beats crazy when she tells her friend about Richard's threat."You need to find a way to warn Henry. Richard left the house, saying he'd kill him."The line crackled for a moment, and then a familiar voice answered."Hello?""H-Henry?"Khana was surprised when a familiar voice reached her ears. She was puzzled. Why did the priest have Serina's cell phone?"Are you with Serina right now?" Khana asked."No. She left this phone to me and returned to the city with you.""Listen to me. Richard might be heading there, or he might hire people to harm you. Take care of yourself.""W-What's going on? Are you okay?" Henry asked after realizing the lady's voice was unsteady. Concern is evident in his voice. He could sense the urgency in Khana's tone as if she were teetering on the edge of something dangerous.Before Khana could reply, a loud bang of the door interrupted. She clutched th
Richard grabbed his wife by the wrist and dragged her to the car. He instructed his men to get the baby from Serina.Richard’s grip tightened as he dragged Khana towards the car, his face a mask of fury. The baby’s cries pierced the air, desperate and loud. But as Richard cradled Kharl in his arms, the baby stopped crying, his tiny face lighting up in a smile."Give Kharl to me. I'll feed him," says Khana in a bitter tone. She sat at a distance, leaving one space between them in the passenger seat."Planning to run away again? Did Serina tell you I found your whereabouts? Did you think you could escape?" Richard uttered with a fierce look."I'm not running away. I was about to return, but hell sent you there before I could leave," Khana shot back."You mean you're going home?" Richard's eyes softened slightly, misreading her words."Yes," Khana replied.Richard misunderstood it and thought his wife was finally coming back. He smiled, caressed Khana's hand, and uttered, "Please forgive
“I knew it!” says a man, an unwanted guest of the church. His eyes were like those who had killing intent.“R-Richard…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her lips trembling as she struggled to speak. Her hands tightened on the edge of the pew, knuckles white. Fear washed over her, paralyzing her in place.Khana felt her body go cold. That voice... It was unmistakable. Her worst fear had come to pass.“R-Richard...” she stammered once again, barely able to speak. Fear was written all over her face as the man she had tried to escape from stood before her.Richard strode toward them, his expression dark and menacing. “So this is where you’ve been hiding,” he spat, his voice low and venomous. His eyes flicked to Henry, then back to Khana, filled with fury and suspicion.His gaze is burning with anger, the kind of anger that could destroy everything in its path. His gaze locked onto her, and in that moment, she felt like prey caught in the sights of a predator.Khana felt her stomac
Khana stood at the threshold of the monastery, her decision weighing heavily on her heart. The cool morning air brushed against her skin as she made a silent vow to herself—she would go back to the house of the man who had slapped her, but not to reconcile. She would return to confront Richard and demand a divorce. She decided to go back to the house of the man who slapped her. She promised not to disturb the priest anymore, afraid of not getting hold of her heart, she chose to leave him alone. Her sole focus now is to divorce Richard and get custody of the child. The sound of soft voices pulled her from her thoughts. The sisters of the monastery were gathered around a long table, filled with plates of rice omelet, fresh lumpia, and crispy bacon. They smiled warmly at her as she approached.Khana was putting Kharl to sleep. So, she could move without bringing the baby with her.“Come, lady Khana. Join us before you leave,” says one of the sisters gathered around a long table full of
“Henry...” she whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling with uncertainty. "Wake up! Come on..." she added.Henry gasped with his eyes flew open. For a moment, neither of them moved, caught in a strange, intimate moment as their faces hovered inches apart. Khana’s breath caught in her throat, her heartbeat quickening as the space between them shrank.Then, the world seemed to slow down when he met her eyes. It was unexplainable awkwardness when they realized how close their faces were. A little uncareful move and their lips would touch each other.They were so close—too close. One careless movement and their lips would meet. Khana could feel the heat rising between them. The temptation was undeniable, yet the weight of her marriage and child held her back.Henry blinked, his expression shifting from confusion to recognition as if he had suddenly returned to himself. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he loosened his grip on Khana’s waist, the warmth of his hands fading as the moment sl