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Chapter 5: Torn by Desires, unspoken goodbyes
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2025-01-14 04:43:37He kissed me all over, and I melted into him, gasping for air. Every touch from him sent waves of pleasure through my body, leaving me breathless. I didn't think anyone could make me feel this way.
"You taste so good, Myla.” Jaxon whispered, his lips against mine, his voice filled with pleasure. “I can't stop it anymore.”
As he deepened the kiss, a soft moan escaped my lips. His fingers teased the sensitive skin between my thighs, igniting a fire I couldn't control. His breath, warm and steady against my neck, sent shivers running down my spine. At that moment, I didn't want him to stop. I loved what he was doing to me.
The kisses weren’t enough; I wanted more. The need to feel him inside of me completely consumed me, an irresistible desire burned within me. Slowly, I bit his lip before letting it go. A smirk played on my lips as I caught the hungry look in his eyes. Jaxon was ready to devour me.
He smiled, the kind of smile that made my knees weak. His thumb gently rolled over the tip of my right nipple. “Ugh,” I moaned, his touch driving insane.
He did the same to my left, and I could feel the sensation spreading through my body like fire.
Suddenly, I felt this warmth washed over me as his lips wrapped around my breast, sucking gently. “ Damn… you.” I muttered, my voice trembling. “Damn you for making me feel this way.”
He chuckled softly, his deep voice warm against my skin. He kissed my body, his hot breath against my stomach. When he reached my belly button, he paused, looking up at me as he gently loosened the lace of my underwear. I felt a tingling sensation spread through me.
His eyes still on mine, he kissed my thighs, moving inwards towards my groin.
“You smell so damn good,” he murmured in a deep, sexy tone. This shit literally turned me on even more. Gosh! I felt my breath hitched the moment his lips found the most sensitive part of me.
"Jaxonnn..." I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets as his tongue explored me. I felt like I was falling apart, every part of my body coming to life under his touch.
"Jaxon… please..." I begged, my voice shaky.
He pulled away just enough to look at me, his eyes filled with mischief. "Not yet." he whispered. "I'm not done with you.”
He kissed again as he slid a finger inside of me, I flinched at the sudden intrusion."Shit… Fuck." I moaned, the sensation completely new to me, yet it felt so good. Our tongues clashed like swords in battle, and he kissed me as if it were his last.
He slid in another finger, it kinda hurt, but "Ugghhhh" it felt so right. "You like that, huh?" Jaxon whispered, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Jaxonnnnn…" I gasped as his lips grazed my clit. Slowly, he slid his tongue inside me.
''Jaxon, fuck me already, please..." I begged, unable to stop myself. I kind of pushed him gently, it was ticklish, but it felt so good. I was enjoying every bit of it.
But he kept on licking, inside and out, his movements slow and tender, sucking all the juices. He kissed his way up to my lips again, whispering, “I'm going in… I promise I'll…"
I gently placed my index finger on his lips, silencing him. "Please... Now... I need to feel you inside of me."
“I'll be gentle, Myla." Jaxon mumbled, kissing me as he entered.
“shiiit…” I gasped. It hurts. I felt something tear, like paper.
“FUCK!!!” I cried out, scratching him to release the pain, it was intense.
Tears were coming out from the corner of my eyes, and he kissed them all away, brushing the hair from my face. “ I'm sorry…”
“ I'm so sorry, Myla," he panicked.
“Shhh," I whispered, touching his cheek. “I'll be alright…”I said, then kissed his lips.
He started moving slowly, caressing my chest. I could still feel the pain but it was fading. He continued, moving in and out until I reached the peak. He wrapped his arms around me until we both fell asleep.
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The next morning, as dawn’s first light swept through the curtains, I knew it was time to leave and never return. Not after everything that had happened. Slowly, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Jaxon. His body lay next to mine, so peaceful. But that wasn’t my reality anymore.
I stood there for a moment, just watching Jaxon breathe slowly, and something deep inside me broke. A single tear fell down my cheek, and I didn’t even know why. Was it because I’d already begun to miss him, or was it because I was so angry, so betrayed by everything that had happened to me?
Deep down, I wanted to stay, to let him hold me again, but I knew it was impossible. I had to leave before he woke up and made me question everything.
I pushed the thoughts swirling in my head aside and forced myself to take a deep breath. My hands trembled as I reached for the clothes on the tray. I needed to leave. I couldn’t be here anymore.
I wrapped a towel around me and walked back into the bathroom. I took a quick shower to wash away the remnants of last night. I threw on the clothes, the fabric sticking to my skin but my thoughts were torn between what I wanted and what I knew I had to do.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Jaxon hadn’t moved. His arm was wrapped over the spot where I had been, and guilt pricked me. He deserved an explanation, but I couldn’t give it to him. Not now.
I took a deep, shaky breath and reached for the doorknob. My mind racing with everything I was leaving behind. But just as I was about to step out. I heard Jaxon's voice.
"Myla? Where are you going?"
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