So My First Two-Wife Love

Fretted

"Don't torture me, Jasmine... I really admit defeat if I have to face you like this..."

Through my palm, I could feel Gibran's body temperature gradually getting hotter until it felt stinging at the tip of my finger delivering a flow that made my body also feel burning.

"Sorry," with the rest of my sanity, I pulled both my hands off her shoulders and rushed away from her but to whichever side I tried to step on, I took a step, Gibran always took the same side until I had trouble dodging and I finally relented.

I tilted my body so that Gibran could pass easily but he was still standing in his place.

"Wait for what? Cepet passed!" I asked him loudly while giving the code for Gibran to pass immediately and enter the bathroom but Gibran responded with a smile.

He then stepped up but did not pass me instead he deliberately intimidated me by placing his hands directly over my head.

"What?" asked me who was still trying to stay calm even though I was half dead nervous. Of all the stressful situations that have happened between us in this house, why do we have to look like this? This towel can obviously come off at any time or Gibran may not have to try hard to make this towel fall off.

I hate this!

I hate it when my body keeps releasing testosterone in situations like this, I even forget how to control my expression.

Gibran got closer, my chest grew soaring because of the breath that I deliberately held so that my defense did not immediately burst but the roar of Gibran began to hit my skin, signaling the distance between us that was thinning.

I turned my face away, I refused to see his expression. I refused to see his hazel eyes that always managed to hypnotize me easily, but even though I refused but my body reacted differently.

When the distance between us was running out, when Gibran's legs were between my legs, when our bodies were close together, closer than anything, I couldn't stand it anymore...

I could no longer help myself from looking into her eyes, looking at the expression implied on her handsome face and figuring out the meaning behind it even though more of me was fascinated by the visuals.

Gibran didn't need to talk, he didn't seem to have to overdo it to persuade me when I started to lulch myself.

I let Gibran touch my hand and put my hand on the chest of his field that was not covered by anything.

"Listen and feel..."

Perhaps it was because of this silence or the distance between us that was too close that I heard it, his heartbeat that was pounding and could feel the throbbing in his chest with a fast tempo that felt very clear.

I raised my gaze, looking at her as if in amazement but not for long as I immediately turned my face away after that.

"Don't be unclear, Gibran!" My little sanity works well. I managed to pull my hand from above his chest even though it still could not increase the distance between the two of us.

I don't get it, though, we lived in one house for more than half a year but I had never been caught in a situation like this before and we hadn't even been in this house all day and my defense had been shaky from the start, since Gibran easily stole my kiss.

Does this house have magical powers?

Is it because there are so many sweet memories going on in this house?

Memories between me and him...

In front of you I always doubted the firmness of my heart, as if the pain you gave me was still not too much until I still did not give up.

Give up on my feelings for you...

How'this?

I closed my eyes, I'd blame myself if Gibran touched me because it seemed like I was going to take it straight away, a touch that I'm starting to crave now.

But what I felt was not a kiss or a passionate affectionate touch but a gentle caress at the top of my head until I reopened my eyes and looked at him who was now smiling at me.

"Wear your clothes, you catch a cold" he said before stepping into the bathroom.

Oh my God, he's driving me almost crazy!

I immediately touched my chest and made sure that my heart was still fine because it kept pounding fast, to be honest I was afraid of having a heart attack now because the beat was getting crazier.

>>> Gibran POV <<<

The water that glided over my body that soaked my entire body did not make me succeed in dampening the fiery passion inside me at all.

For God's sake, I'd love to touch her.

Her beautiful body behind the circular towel hugged her body, if I could I wanted to replace the duty of that towel. I want to embrace her body, touch her without hesitation and have her, oh Jasmine...

I allowed the water to continue to flow, hoping that this unrest would subside but the more I tried to shift my mind, the more my mischievous mind continued to play in the memory of how I touched it that night, how I fully fulfilled it.

Damn, it won't stop. I may be going crazy soon, how do I put all this to rest? Do I have to sleep all night in this bathroom?

I want to soak my body in a bathtub full of ice cubes so that maybe my mind will go back straight.

Where I found the ice cubes but that's not the case...

The real problem is I want to fuck Jasmine, I want to make her helpless under my cage, I want her to scream, yell my name, stick her nails on my shoulders and grab my hair, making his body fight pleasure because of my actions.

"Oh Shit!"

I leaned my body against the wall of the bathroom that felt piercing because it was so cold, torture me... Torture me in any way but at least let me touch you, Jasmine.

I am so desperate ...

I'm afraid of hurting you again ...

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