So My First Two Wives of Love

Falling in the game itself

"Oh Damn, Jasmine!"

I enjoyed when Gibran growled in frustration because of me. When his face reddened until his earlobes also reddish. I know what he wants but I won't make it easy.

Gibran came back closer when I deliberately raised my face slightly upward until Gibran failed to kiss my lips.

"Don't play me, Jasmine..."

"Who's playing you? I think I've learned enough from you!"

"Damn!" Once again Gibran swore annoyed, he was stuck by his own game even though he still remained in his position without staying away from it in the slightest.

"Jasmine..."

"What?"

Gibran bit his lower lip, he looked anxious against me who kept challenging him without him knowing I was half dead holding myself back from being lulled.

Her warm sigh, her deep, longing gaze and her horrible, seductive smile, she was a great threat to me.

My brain keeps sending alert signals not to fall too deep but I even want to dive right now.

"Tell me that you're jealous, maybe I'll be kind enough to let you touch me."

"Don't dream, Jasmine..."

I smiled hearing that, even in this kind of situation, Gibran still hurt me with his words.

"I think I should practice what you've taught others" I murmured as I touched my lips and pressed them a little deliberately, "let's not waste his knowledge, right?" connect me while suddenly lowering my face as if I'm going to go back to grab Gibran's lips.

Gibran's eyes immediately rounded perfectly, I bet his heart stopped beating because of me.

I laughed softly at her adorable expression, unfortunately my laughter did not last long as Gibran directly caught my face and kissed me mercilessly afterwards.

He dominated me, without allowing me to breathe properly, he continued to sip my lips alternately up and down without giving me a chance to reciprocate.

I can feel it, the anger channeled by this kiss, but my body instead responds to it as a spark of passion in me.

"Don't try to do it other than with me, Melati!"

Gibran is moving wilder and wilder, though, he only paused for a moment to warn me and after that his tongue began to enter my oral cavity while his hands pressed against my nape as if he was afraid that I would again end this kiss he enjoyed so much.

Oh at least give me a little gap to breathe oxygen! I beat Gibran's shoulder so he could let me go but he just got so big that I had to bite his lower lip until it bled and he finally let me go.

My breath was wheezing, I took a deep breath and returned the oxygen that Gibran had almost lost and looked at him now, without remorse or guilt, the man laughed softly as he wiped the blood on his lips.

"You're still so bad and don't want to learn? Don't be so arrogant, Jasmine!"

"You're making me breathless, Gibran!" I protested not to accept but instead of giving up Gibran wiped my lips with his thumb and pressed him a little.

I could feel the tip of my tongue touching his thumb mischievously moving into my mouth.

"Don't make me bite your finger too!" I warned him sternly but Gibran pressed my lips inward so that it was difficult for me to speak because the tip of his thumb was between the rows of my teeth.

"Let's do it again!" Take Gibran whispering, he makes my hair goosebumps instantly.

"This time breathe well!"

I couldn't do it because as soon as he kissed me back, I forgot how to breathe because his kiss this time was different from his previous kiss. He did it gently and carefully, creating a sensation as though millions of butterflies were flying in my stomach right now while fireworks were bursting over my head.

How to deal with this intoxicating situation?

"Still won't pay me back, huh?" Gibran growled in between his kisses, he warned me with his mischievous hands clutching my waist and continuing to move upwards, his purpose so clear that I slowly kissed him back, clutching his body, holding on to his neck and squeezing his hair occasionally when he was so mischievous tucked his tongue into my oral cavity while Gibran's hand also did something almost similar to mine.

This kiss was long and intense, strangely I enjoyed this kiss without being out of breath I did not want to escape but Gibran seemed to be replying to me because he immediately released my lips for a moment when I began to thirst for the taste of his tongue.

Gibran smiled, he did not laugh at me instead I felt the gentleness of his smile and his eyes twinkled more shady. While continuing to hold me, Gibran locked the movements of my eyes that began to feel anxious because they were nervous about facing him.

I closed my eyes as Gibran gently bit my lower lip and let go, giving off the sensation of vibration that burned my body.

We no longer talk of elevating our individual egos, but we share a deep warm gaze.

Gibran still did not step away from me, he then stroked my hair and smelled the scent of shampoo left on the tip of my hair.

"Why did you change the color of your hair?" ask Gibran because my hair used to be black but now it's brown.

"You don't like it?" I asked back and immediately made her smile before peeking at my lips briefly.

"Like..." Answer after that.

"Do you like me?"

Gibran again smiled at my shameless question.

"You mean your hair? Your hair color?" he teased me more and more by twisting my words.

"Whatever is in me!"

"If I say I like, can I ask for more?"

"That sounds insincere, Gibran!"

"You're upset that I'm not being sincere, right,?"

"Yes, I'll be very angry..."

"Then I will persuade you..."

"How?"

"Look..."

Once again Gibran managed to leave me stunned by his actions. I don't know how many times I've been but I never get fed up with the kiss given by Gibran and I enjoy it ...

Every little touch Gibran gave me left me helpless as if I had been waiting for him for a long time.

If this is the case, can I put my hopes to him again?

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