After a brief chat about Cris, the movie, and my mother, I walked him to the exit.
I felt defeated, realizing that everything he’d said about me was true. I was trying to replace something that only one person could give me…
A jolt of panic surged through me as I reentered my room to find Donovan leaning against the bathroom doorframe, a facade of arrogance painted across his posture and expressions – a facade he’d long lost in my presence.
“He’s perceptive,” he remarked, attempting to cow me with his shadowed gaze. However, all I sensed from him was raw anger. I didn’t have to guess that he’d witnessed everything that unfolded between Blake and me in this room. I knew he had.
“Happy now? He thinks I’m not interested because of you. I hope you take pride in the chaos your mere presence causes in my life, given you’re not supposed to be in it anymore…” I said, slipping off my shoes without moving from the door. I didn’t want to take a step closer to him; it wasn’t good for my state of mind.
“I just came to tell you that if all goes well, I’ll be leaving in a week,” he murmured, eyes downcast. I watched as he hugged himself tightly, his fingers digging painfully into his sides.
“Stop doing that,” I said softly, seeking his eyes, trying to mask the turmoil his news stirred within me.
Straightening up, his voice steadier, his hands fidgeting nervously, he said, “I’m leaving.”
With that, he hurried towards the window, leaving me behind, my anxiety levels skyrocketing. How could he just drop that bombshell and walk away?
“You barge into my room…” He stops, my anger surging with each step I take closer to his back. “Uninvited, which you very well know. You come, you spy, play the wounded lamb act, tell me you’re leaving for good, and then literally bolt as if I had said or done something wrong in this barely existent interaction, which by the way, should never have occurred.”
“I intended to tell you that I’m leaving. I wanted to bid you a proper goodbye, but you seemed… preoccupied.”
The bitterness in his tone wasn’t lost on me. This was the audacious Donovan I’d come to know.
“You could’ve texted.”
He spins around to face me, his face morphing into a tableau of contorted features lips, brows, cheeks, and dilated eyes. He was livid. “Yes, you know what? I deeply regret wanting to see you one last time. I thought our shared experiences warranted that. Clearly, I was wrong. You’re already seeking happiness with someone else, aren’t you?” He tilts forward slightly to level our gazes. “Whatever transpired between us wasn’t that impactful, was it? You’ve moved on quite easily.”
“Are you kidding me?” I thought, “After all he did, he’s now belittling the havoc he wreaked on me.” “Why didn’t you just leave for good in the first place? I’ve told you countless times I don’t want you in my life anymore! You ruin every semblance of normality I manage to find! I want Blake, and I can’t be with him because you’re constantly ghosting through doors, reminding me of how messed up I am for ever getting involved with you!”
Two long strides from him and our proximity makes the air thick, nearly choking me. “Never say that again.”
I clear my throat, defiantly meeting his gaze, not wanting him to see the whirlwind of conflicting emotions coursing through me. “Which part?”
I knew which part had irked him, but it wouldn’t hurt my pride to hear him vocalize it. I was itching to provoke him… if only to keep him from leaving. “Blake is what you want?”
My hand brushed against his, and as a reflex, I squeezed my eyes shut. The sensation was too overpowering to not be enveloped by it. “What if he is?”
I aimed for anger in my voice, but a frail sigh escaped instead. Donovan recognized my state from the start; I knew because his breathing shifted with mine. Our skins flushed a rosy hue, and our fingers intertwined.
I took the first step that we both longed for, planting a gentle, fleeting kiss on him. With defenses lowered, it felt different, overwhelming; to kiss him any longer would be my undoing. He closed his mouth, swallowing hard, focusing on various features of my face.
Alright then, any shred of sanity I had was discarded from the moment my parents decided to conceive me. I now yearn to lose whatever remains of it.
With the bed conveniently beside us, I unceremoniously pushed him onto it. However, he didn’t seem taken aback but rather intrigued. I straddled him, and our mouths began a passionate, wild dance.
“Celina…” he gasped, trying to put some distance between us.
“Shush,” I ordered, yearning for the sweet touch of his tongue once more.
“Listen…”
“Tonight, I don’t want words. Please, no talk, no thought. I just want… to feel.”
He gently traced my face with his fingers, moving down to my hair. A gentle touch that always sent shivers down my spine. In a sudden, daring move, he wrapped all my hair around his hand and tugged.
Here I go.
A fully aware moan escaped my lips, and I watched him, immersed in the moment, press his lips together and close his eyes for a split second, until his bold, imprisoning hand guided me back to his mouth.
We had plunged into a territory of hunger and eagerness between us. I deeply wished this moment would transform into an endless loop, never concluding.
Even if I deny it through cursing, striking, and crying, I know it, we’re inescapable.
Donovan pulled my hair back, breaking our kiss, leaving the skin on my neck fully exposed, proceeding to bite and suck on it with a fascinating fierceness I had never noticed in him before. He pressed me closer to him as I shuddered, feeling his throbbing arousal between my legs.
With a strength I didn’t even know I had, I used one hand to grip his throat and the other to grasp the wrist that held a clump of my hair. Donovan instantly understood my intentions and complied eagerly. I returned to his lips, exploring every sweet nook of his mouth, squeezing his throat while drawing him closer, demanding all of him he could offer. Without breaking our contact, I shifted slightly just to give enough room to unbutton and unzip his pants. In an almost immediate move, I slid down all the fabric barriers hindering my access, leaving them pooled around his knees. I placed my hands around his thighs, drawing him forward, signaling for him to lay back, which he did instantly.
Without giving his length any visual acknowledgment, I took him into my mouth, and Donovan writhed under the warmth of my embrace. His moans made me chuckle as I looked at him, enjoying the madness of it all, for he was simply breathtaking even in his most vulnerable moments. My tongue trailed every inch of his sensitive skin, from base to tip and back again, taking him in as deep as my throat allowed, initially accompanying the up and down motions with my hand.
“Oh my God, you’re driving me wild,” he says, voice raspy, grabbing my hair to quicken my movements, spurring me on even more.
With the grip he has on me, having me completely under his control, he pulls me away from his length and brings me back to his mouth, taking hold of my waist. In the midst of our fervor, he rolls over, laying me flat on the bed, leaving me utterly at his mercy.
He finishes removing his boxers and pants, then starts undressing me. I wasn’t even close to being neatly groomed, but I didn’t care, and by his actions, neither did he. He lifted my legs, placing them over his shoulders, then descended, taking in all of me with his mouth, nearly sending me over the edge with just the first lick. The gentle beast between my legs took control of my hips, striving to taste every drop of me, making me frenzied. Unable to cry out due to the sheer intensity, I grasped his hair, signaling the astonishing skill of that wicked, otherworldly tongue. Nothing about him was mundane.
He stopped to remove his shirt, and I mirrored him, discarding my top and bra. He grasped my throat, tightened his hold, kissed me, and then teased my folds until, without warning, he thrust his fingers deep within.
I can hardly handle the pleasure. I genuinely feel I might faint any moment now. Without retracting his touch, he moved to one of my breasts, kneading it and nipping at my nipples, while I writhed in rhythm with his thrusting fingers. His forcefulness is overwhelming, yet it does nothing but enthrall me.
“I need you,” I utter, capturing the intensity of his fervent gaze. “Inside me.”
He doesn’t hesitate for a moment, plunging into me. I’m certain my cry of ecstasy reached as far as Jamaica. Yet he knows me, he doesn’t relent but instead deepens his thrusts, our moans in tandem. “You’ll take the morning-after pill, right?”
Startled, I realized he hadn’t put on a condom, but I laughed at his belated concern. Of course, I was going to take the pill. “You didn’t give me much choice, did you?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
Suddenly, Donovan paused, hearing footsteps approaching the door. He remained inside me, motionless. Our shouts must have been heard. I wanted to tell him to hide, but neither my body nor my desire were ready for him to leave.
Gritting his teeth in frustration and without pulling away, he motioned for me to wrap my legs around his waist. Lifting me effortlessly, he quickly carried me to the bathroom, positioning me on the cold marble counter next to the sink. The chilly stone contrasting against my heated skin sent shivers down my spine.
I heard the door open, and far from stopping, Donovan placed his hand over my mouth, continuing his powerful thrusts, deep yet restrained. He was careful not to let our bodies fully connect, avoiding the sound of our collisions.
The entire situation should have made him stop. Someone could see us in the act, and frankly, I couldn’t give a damn.
The door closed seconds later. I’m certain it wasn’t my aunt; she would have come in to investigate.
My relentless man releases my mouth and grips my face with one hand, now diving deeper, relentlessly, without any hesitance. “Scream. I love it when you scream.”
“I can’t, they’ll hear us.” Part of me tries to restrain, not for the right reasons though. I can’t bear the thought of us stopping due to interruptions.
He bites his lip, desperate, guiding my hips in sync with his rhythm. “Never seek someone else when you crave me, do you understand?”
He won’t get an answer from me. He won’t…
He halts.
He can’t halt.
Halting is forbidden.
“Do you understand?” He repeats, his gaze piercing.
“You son of a…”
“Yes! I’m sorry, just please, don’t stop,” I pleaded, clutching his arms.
He obliged.
After a short while filled with gasps, tugging, longing glances, and relentless touches, I felt we were both on the brink of climax. His mouth in mine, almost ripping my hair out, while I felt like I’m tearing the skin off his back. This is by far the most intense moment of my life.
“I nearly killed him when I saw you kiss him. I’m yours; you can’t just leave me like that…” his voice cracks, a guttural moan escaping his throat, accompanied by a warm rush inside of me, followed by my climax.
Amidst the moans and sweat, we continued kissing, sealing this moment.
We remained intertwined for a while until he glanced at me with a hint of skepticism, a corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile. “I’m still hard.”
I could feel him, solid against my walls, and I grinned back. I’m turned on again.
“I’m fully ready for you.”
He starts moving again, this time gentler, more tenderly, yet our room remains filled with our moans.
With our love.