His Purpose
106. Solace [18+]

"MAGIC ...!!!"

Gibran's roar echoed under the night sky. The man just got out of the elevator and immediately ran over to the wife who was lying on a piece of glass.

Blood pooled around him. Her white nightgown is now turning red.

Gibran's cry broke as he gathered to carry the body into his lap. His head shook fretfully finding his woman's pale face no longer breathing out.

The body was stiff and cold, freezing Gibran's heart which instantly numbly touched the surface of Mary's stomach with a feeling of emptiness.

"No ... please .. don't do this to me, Honey .. please wake up .. open your eyes!"

"Open your eyes!!!"

Gibran lowered his forehead to join Mary. That sturdy shoulder shook with the body shaking violently. Gibran sobbed tightly around Mary's body. The breath is congested as if oxygen is no longer able to enter the lungs.

Gibran's ears are deaf. The faint pitched calls she ignored. It's too painful. His world seemed to be forcibly snatched and dragged straight to hell.

"Don't leave me ..." Gibran.

"Tell ..."

"... Co ..."

"... Koko?"

"Please."

"Opa!"

Gibran opened his eyes. His breath gasping with sweat flooded the face. He blinked, permeating the hollow feeling that was momentarily foggy hurting his mind.

"Jeez ... Seriously Koko wants to be called Oppa?"

Gibran looked up in a daze. Seraut beautiful face without makeup polish meets the attention. Flashing past, Gibran's gaze circulates researching around.

Clean. There's no broken glass, nor is there a body of Maria. What the hell's going on?

His eyes shifted back to the front, at the only woman now looking at him full of anxiety.

"What's wrong? Is Koko short of breath again?"

"Why should it appear suddenly? Just surprising!" frowning Maria grumbled. Even so the tone of worry was still implied in his voice.

Gibran was silent as Mary approached him. The woman removed the scarf with the intention of wiping the sweat on Gibran's face.

"Squeaky. Koko can sweat in this cold air. Does overtime make Koko dizzy and sultry? Your face is that frustrating."

Maria painstakingly rubbed the surface of her husband's face, ignoring Gibran's two glowing eyes with an inundated shadow staring fixedly at him.

Suddenly Mary stopped, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Gibran did not answer. His pupils were greedily recording the entirety of Maria's face. The man was not fully aware of the situation. His breathing still sounded heavy with his eyes narrowed.

"Plum .." whispered slowly filled with sadness.

Maria's body stiffened. What's wrong with Gibran? As he turned the hallway, Gibran staggered against the wall. His hand held onto his chest with buying eyes. Not to mention his dying breath. Maria remembers what happened in Papua.

Looks like Gibran just came home and came straight here. It looks like his clothes are still complete. The man hasn't even taken off his coat.

Gibran's eyes were directed toward Mary's back. Maria's reflexes followed Gibran's line of sight.

"Oh my God, how sorry are the birds." Mary releases Gibran and approaches the window.

The reddish tempias stain the glass from the outside. Below him, a small bird lay lifeless with an injured head and beak.

The bird had just hit the window, surprising Maria especially Gibran's reaction which somehow seemed sudden. Is it just a coincidence?

Maria was about to press down on the ledge as Gibran held back and pulled her back, gently bumping into her burly body which somehow felt very stiff.

"Let. Let's go to the room" whispered the man quietly.

Seeing Gibran's murky look, Maria nodded following the man's steps leading him to the elevator. Although his heart raged full of questions that could not be answered when.

Maria was silent for a moment before deciding to enter the bathroom. Gibran was taking off his clothes. Starting from the coat, shirt, to the last pants and bokser.

Gibran's beautiful buttocks caught Mary's attention. Her sexy, clayy body is capable of making any woman drift in a tempestuous fantasy.

No exception Maria who now brought her legs closer, hugging the body from behind, causing shock that Gibran was unable to hide.

The man was surprised. That means Gibran is losing focus.

"What's wrong?" ask Mary softly.

"Why is it here?" Gibran asked back. For a moment his eyes looked down at Maria's arm.

Their skin looks so contrasting. Mary's milk-white hands were like diamonds in mud. Gibran leather is not dark, just a little exotic because it is often sunbathed and exposed to the sun. The skin color is yellow.

"In company of Koko?" Maria's voice sounded seductive. "Didn't we agree this morning to do it in the bathroom?"

"It's already night."

"No problem. It will be even more pleasant" said Mary.

Slowly his hand went down through Gibran's stomach, tickling him for a moment before stopping at the center of the man's body.

"Waw ..." sighed Maria.

"I haven't even done anything yet, but she's this stiff?" whispered sensual Maria.

Gibran gulped. His property is cheap if confronted by Mary. His soft hand grip made it hard as if it was about to explode.

"Maria ..." hoarse Gibran with a raucous voice.

"Hmm?"

"Stop."

Maria ignored. His fingers began to move caressing the veined trunk. Huge. It was only fitting that his intimate gap seemed to be torn every time Gibran entered it.

Gibran growled with his eyes closed. His neck and jaw tightened with teeth grinding.

While Maria, she smiled, peeping at the naked back of the man. Occasionally his mouth sighed sparking Gibran's growing desire.

"Aarghh ..." The man looked up with breath.

Maria's movement accelerated until not 5 minutes Gibran was jolted in the peak of pleasure. His muscles relax as the center of his body simultaneously spills passion fluid so violently.

It's just a hand game, but it's been amazing making it a craze.

"You're continuing?" mary's whispers were accompanied by eye twists.

It was Gibran caught from the mirror reflection. He snorted before turning around to hold Mary's body.

"Sir," his his hiss instantly scooped up the woman's lips.

"Enh ..." Maria smiled as she sighed.

His hands draped around Gibran's neck after removing the kimono he wore, leaving behind a thin, low-chested canal that accentuated the two most sensitive points of his body.

Gibran brought Mary over, threw her on the sofa in the most subtle way without a second of letting go of a kiss.

Mary forced Gibran to turn away the face. Take a deep breath before saying. "Not to take a shower?"

"Fight with a bath," Gibran growled again to stare Mary in the twists of the tongue.

Maria laughed amusedly with her mouth shut. Instinctively his legs widened welcoming Gibran, moving his hips slowly swiping the center of the man's stiffening body.

Unbearable groans filled the silence of the bathroom. Gibran jerked the rope of Mary's dress until it spilled out before her. Maria's not wearing a bra.

Gibran grinned, "I changed my mind. Looks like I really have to finish you off before these two things are acquired by our son," he said before devouring the two peaks of the ruum that swayed against him.

Maria screamed in amusement at once in surprise. I don't know what happened to Gibran before. That night the hot romance managed to divert everything.