Chapter 2

Miguel's hand firmly rested on Caroline's waist as he guided her towards the elevator. Caroline tensed up as they stepped inside. Miguel's proximity and the evident tension and anticipation in his grip on her waist sparked her imagination. She felt nervous because she didn't have any neighbors there. She owned the entire floor.

Caroline lifted her gaze to the front as the doors closed. She caught their reflections in the mirrored walls. She swallowed repeatedly as she saw Miguel's unfamiliar face. He looked so refined in his coat and tie. She wanted to step back and reconsider her decision. Her lips parted when she noticed him watching her intensely and darkly. It was evident in Miguel's gaze that he was losing his composure.

She tried to avert her eyes, but it was as if they were magnetically drawn to his. His eyes pulled her back.

"What's the matter? Are you scared?" he whispered, his voice so close to her ear. It sent a ticklish sensation down her spine, almost making her shrink away.

Miguel pressed his body closer to Caroline. She closed her eyes when she felt a hard bulge against her back.

She didn't know how Miguel read from her face that she was pulling away. She's scared. She became hasty in her decision.

"You think I'm scared? Kiss me here..."

Miguel turned towards her, and she could only meet his gaze through their reflections.

The door chimed.

"Missed your chance," Caroline said as she stepped out of the elevator.

Miguel followed her, swiftly grabbing her hand and pulling her back towards him. Before she knew it, his lips gently brushed against hers, his hand cupping her jaw, and his other hand firmly holding her waist in place.

"Did I?" he whispered breathlessly as he continued to kiss her.

Miguel's kisses were passionate and intense. They were forceful and didn't give her a chance to respond, as if he was asserting dominance and making a statement.

As their kiss deepened, Caroline stopped caring about anything else. This is what she wanted. His kisses ignited something inside her. It was like fireworks on her lips, illuminating every corner and leaving a vibrant mark.

Miguel is not an ordinary man. He knows exactly what he's doing, and he's incredibly skilled at it. Caroline feels a sense of joy because she is allowing herself to be vulnerable with him, despite the fear she may be experiencing. She is happy that she has chosen him as the first man to have this kind of intimate connection with.

She is afraid that her family will find out that she has been taken by another man instead of saving herself for her future husband. She doesn't know if Alexander will still accept her once he finds out she had a one-night stand with a stranger. For her, it would be better if Alexander knew what she did. She would have a reason to stop her parents' madness.

Miguel's kisses trailed down to Caroline's neck as he pressed her against the wall. The console made a thumping sound as her back collided with the table, a testament to the intensity of their passionate encounter.

Caroline pushed him away, momentarily questioning if she wanted to continue. But then, she couldn't resist the desire and longing that consumed her. She resumed the kisses, taking control and guiding them with a slow and gentle rhythm.

Miguel groaned with a mix of anticipation and frustration, feeling the shallowness of Caroline's kisses. He attempted to kiss her more forcefully, but Caroline only allowed him to kiss her from a distance and at her own pace.

"What are you-" Miguel began to ask, his voice filled with curiosity and desire.

Caroline's voice trailed off as she bit Miguel's lips, causing him to curse softly. She pulled him closer by his neck, passionately exploring his mouth with her tongue, savoring the taste as if it were her favorite dessert.

"Drop your pants," Caroline whispered, her voice filled with desire.

Miguel's eyes grew even darker, the unmistakable lust in them becoming more evident. It was as if he was on the brink of pushing her forcefully against the wall and engaging in a mindless, passionate encounter.

Miguel kissed Caroline, his intention clear as he sought to assert his control. However, as Caroline attempted to unbuckle his belt, he swiftly pulled her up, interrupting her actions.

"Where is your room?" Miguel whispered between passionate kisses.

"Left side," Caroline replied, her voice filled with anticipation.

Caroline let out a shriek as Miguel swiftly moved towards her room, their lips still locked in a passionate embrace. As he occasionally paused to navigate their path, Caroline eagerly reclaimed his lips, causing a momentary distraction that resulted in Miguel accidentally knocking over a vase from a nearby console.

Caroline's desire overpowered any concerns she had. She led Miguel into the bathroom, where he gently placed her on the cold, marbled floor.

As Caroline began to remove her top, Miguel's impatience got the better of him, causing him to rip the strap off her top. Caroline's mouth fell open in surprise, leaving her immediately exposed and completely naked, with only her skirt remaining.

Miguel's gaze intensified as he removed his shirt, his lips never leaving hers. With a sense of urgency, he pushed her against the wall, continuing to kiss her passionately. As their lips locked, he skillfully unzipped her skirt, allowing it to drop to her knees. Caroline couldn't move back due to the skirt at her feet, so Miguel lifted her slightly to remove it completely.

Miguel's lips trailed along Caroline's neck, sending waves of electric pleasure coursing through her body. As his kisses descended lower and lower, Caroline suddenly felt the warm water cascading over her, bringing her back to reality. Opening her eyes, she noticed that Miguel was still wearing his pants, which were now soaked.

"Your pants," Caroline pointed out, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and desire.

Miguel, now standing behind her, swiftly moved his hand to her breast, his lips finding her nape, as they continued to explore each other's desires.

"Miguel..."

"Not now," he whispered. "I can't wait to touch you..."

"Just a moment—"

"That's more than enough for me. I want this," Miguel declared, his voice filled with desire, as he cupped Caroline's breast. "Right now," he added, his voice husky with anticipation.

Caroline swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on Miguel's large hand enveloping her breast. The contrast in size emphasized the delicate nature of her breasts in comparison.

Caroline bit her lower lip, feeling a mix of pleasure and anticipation as Miguel's touch ventured closer to her most intimate area.

At that moment, Caroline felt herself losing control, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations. This was exactly what she desired - a chance to escape from her problems and immerse herself in the pleasure of the present. She had reached a point where she was willing to let go and allow herself to be consumed by the passion she shared with Miguel.

Caroline can feel his middle finger gently stroking her wet entrance. Alam niyang hindi ito dahil sa munting shower na bumubuhos sa kanila. Just the way he stroked it, it was stickier than water.

A moan escaped from her lips as Miguel continued. His finger slowly entered. He was groaning on her ear each time she wiggled and moaned.

"Miguel..." she gasped, gripping his wrist tightly.

His other hand skillfully kneaded and teased her peaks, alternating between them. Caroline could only hold onto his wrist, surrendering herself to the pleasure he was giving her, unable to do anything else but enjoy the sensations he was creating.

"Miguel..." Caroline uttered.

Miguel stopped stroking her and she felt his hand on her buttycheeks. He groaned.

"What?"

"Please-"

"Oh fuck," Miguel cursed and he forcefully squished her boob.

Caroline couldn't help but moan in pleasure, overwhelmed by the sensations.

She eagerly guided Miguel's hand, urging him to explore further, craving for more.

"Are you sure about this?" Miguel whispered as if seeking her consent. Caroline nodded eagerly, biting her lip in anticipation.