NOT PERPETRATORS
The Wrong Love
"Please ...," I kept begging. Clear water began to fall from my eyes.
I pulled a white blanket to cover my body. However, Dimas pulled it. Without saying a word, he brought his lips closer together. The softness that constantly plagues. My eyes are fixed on a figure that is rolled on the sofa. Sinful feelings always cloud the mind. When you choose to rebel. The voice sounded increasingly soft whispered in the ear.
"I love you" he whispered. "Look at me and enjoy it, if you can. If not, close your eyes. I don't want your beautiful eyes to keep on letting out a bead of sadness. Or regrets. Close your eyes and enjoy. I'll do it gently, wholeheartedly."
He brought the lips back. Gently touching every corner of my lips. In open eyes, I looked at his handsome face. Slowly these eyes closed. Half-heartedly feel dead. Half the soul is alive. In the pleasure of torturous love. Really ... Love is crazy. In fact, slowly I started to enjoy it. Fusing passion in the wrong love.
"I love you so much. I'll have you all, soon. Sooner or later, you'll understand. There's nothing else. Only thou. Just you, my dear Ni," he whispered again.
He did it carefully. The lips began to descend down my neck. Decorate with the colors of love. Leave some marks there. Really .. I enjoyed it.
"Neuro ...."
"Let me do it. I'm not gonna give you any more promises of imitation. You are mine. I am yours. Our love will unite. One heart forever. Don't hesitate. I've been waiting for you all along. Still with the same taste. With love as usual." Dimas whispered those words with gentleness.
Vibrations that continue to penetrate the heart. Create its own flow. Luring trust to keep doing it. Lust is really intoxicating. Even these eyes are closed enjoying a murky taste of pleasure. No more courage to look at him. The man who was still falling slipped inside the mind.
He began to play soft fingers. Groomed my face gently. Slowly he lowered the caress to the ear and neck. These touches are very different.
"Neuro ...."
The softest and most seductive touch. A touch I've never had before. In fact, from my husband.
Yeah, God!
"Dimas!" peek at me with a soft intonation. "Stop!"
Dimas stopped, then looked at me. "Why?" Highlight his eyes began to understand the tremors in every fallen circle.
"Don't! Don't do! Please ... stop!" The tears kept on breaking. The tremors in the chest turned into excruciating tightness.
"Calm down. I-i-"
Plaque!
As he was about to whisper those intoxicating sentences. I slapped him right away. He also looked at me sharply. Then block my wrist. He put his body back on top of mine. I'm getting sobbing. Unable to fight. That burly energy was very strong. I think the tears are wet all over my body. With cold sweat flowing.
When I'm really fucked up. Dimas. Staring at me inside. Take a deep breath, then exhale. The clutches of his hands began to loosen. The body slowly descended.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Nia. No cry. Please ... forgive me," he said with a face full of regret. He drove one by one the water that kept coming down from my eyes with his fingers.
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I don't want to make you feel tormented at all. I promised not to do it, if you didn't want to. I'm sorry .. I'm sorry .. I'm sorry." The eagle's eyes turned sad.
The lips softly kissed my forehead. Then release my wrist. It stands. Pick up the t-shirts lying on the floor. With a gontai step, he passed out of the room.
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