So My First Two-Wife Love

Love and hate

"In a dream, I don't just ask for a kiss,"

There was something wrong with this situation, with the look in his eyes, with the way he smiled at me and with all the touch he gave me.

He hypnotized me with his touch. It was so easy for him to explore my lips with his thumb while his two eyes locked my gaze.

Gibran did not allow me to look away when his eyes looked straight into my eyes.

The sound of chair legs squeaking from being pushed back as Gibran moved closer and closer to me was heard breaking the silence even though I still remained the same.

I was still silent even when Gibran began to suck his thumb between the slits of my lips, breaking through between my teeth and meeting the tip of my tongue, his mischievous movements made it difficult for me to breathe.

I saw him swallow his saliva as the look in his eyes began to move down looking at my lips.

The goal seemed to be getting clearer while I was still frozen. I can't resist even if I want to or it seems like I want to feel it too.

Kissing with her ....

Oh, myGod!

I held my breath as Gibran moved closer, thinking that the man was going to kiss me but the man suddenly moved away.

Gibran pulled out his chair and calmly corrected his sitting position with a meaningful smile, looking so proud after successfully making my heart confused.

It was hard for me to set my expression now especially Gibran started eating quietly as if he had never done anything that just overheated me.

Now that I also started eating, unfortunately I could not hide my irritation until Gibran always secretly smiled when he stole a look at me.

"Eat a real meal, if choking just knows you!" I warned him.

"If I keep choking can't breathe, you'll be artificial, right?" ask Gibran flirting.

I narrowed my eyes, looking at her cynically while answering, "no!" resolutely.

"Generic ... Uhuk ..."

I swear, it was not part of my prayer when Gibran suddenly choked until he coughed until his face turned red.

Seeing him makes me panic immediately, I immediately woke up to him while patting his back so that his cough subsided.

"Drink first" I said, pouring water into his nearly empty glass.

"Where the hell, your kid's cake can be sprained!" while babbling I gave the water to her.

But not a glass of water he held but my wrist until my body was pulled and finally fell on his lap.

"I know you still care about me."

For a moment I was silent, her familiar hand so easily coiled between my waist while she locked me with her longing and seductive gaze.

I felt very clearly how his body hardened because of this position, as well as me who was like burning, I felt my face heat up.

"Don't fall in love" Gibran said very gently, as soft as the look in his eyes.

"Don't fall in love with anyone other than me, Jasmine .." continued as her hands began to caress my back, sneaking behind my long hair and continuing to climb up to my nape.

I closed my eyes in reflex due to the touch of his hand gently massaging my nape, flowing the sensation that spread throughout my body, dispelling my senses.

"I've spent my whole life loving you, Jasmine .... The mistake I made pushed you away from me and it almost felt like losing my life."

His soft voice, his touch, the look in his eyes and everything he was doing to me, I sucked something into my messy mind so that my hand moved by itself touching the surface of his lips and stroked him until Gibran lulled and closed his eyes.

"Hmmm.... " His breath was roaring heavily as if the little touch I gave him gave him a lot of pleasure.

"You know I can't touch you so much anymore, so don't lure me."

I smiled faintly, for some reason her despair made me feel satisfied. I think I'm starting to be a bad woman because of it.

"That's why you shouldn't love me the wrong way,"

"This punishment is heavier than our separation ..." Gibran's voice sounded heavier than ever, almost like a whisper but deeper into my heart.

"Because this isn't the first time we've been apart?" I said while playing with his face with my finger.

"That's true, and I've never gotten used to the pain" she replied as she held my hand, she looked at you intently this time.

"You think I'm used to it?" I asked as I pulled my hand violently and looked at him haughtily.

"I wish you were hurt just as much...." Gibran looked at me no less haughty.

I smiled, this is the real Gibran, his love brings with it the pain of being with him like he did deliberately give me poison while his other hand hides the antidote and when I'm dying he'll act like a hero who wants to save me.

The love and hate that binds us so strongly, I'm getting entangled.

I opened my mouth, let Gibran fantasize when I saw him, I'm sure he was eager to touch him, something he was currently staring at with the eyes of a predator he no longer hid.

"Kiss me if you dare" I deliberately challenged him.

Gibran grinned, he corrected his sitting position but did not let go of me in the slightest.

"If you dare, what will you do? Expel me?"

I didn't answer, but the glint of his eyes darkened. ".... Or take me in there?" he whispered while glancing towards my room.

"What if I start it?"

Damn, this game is getting crazier, as crazy as I am who challenged it bravely.

"I gladly gave up everything."

"What do you have that doesn't belong to me, Gibran?"

Gibran was stunned, he looked amazed at what I had just said.

"Nothing, it's all yours...."

I smiled once more, "then hurry back before someone offers me his world."

"The picture is too big, shouldn't I go?"

"Don't cheat, I have to move on without you!"

"Very impatient, you really want to throw me away?"

"Yes, I want to immediately let go of everything related to you. Throwing you out seems like a good idea."

"As if you are capable? The answer I know very well will never be able to, Jasmine...."

"You're overconfident, Gibran...."

"I think I should mark you once again."

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