End Game

Chapter Twenty-Three

A soft moan escaped before I could stop it. The sound surprised me, and I immediately bit my lip, embarrassed by how easily my body was betraying me. My cheeks flushed, and I tried to will the heat away, but his hands were making it impossible to think clearly.

Nakakahiya!

"You like that, don't you?" Saint's voice was low, a teasing edge in his tone as he pressed his fingers slightly deeper, hovering just above my breast.

Hindi ko man nakikita ang reaksyon niya ay malakas ang kutob ko na nakangisi siya ngayon. Alam na alam niya kung ano ang ginagawa niya sa akin at ang epekto nito.

"I—I didn't mean to..." My voice wavered, but the protest felt weak. My body, however, was completely on its own path. My breathing quickened, and my chest rose subtly to meet his hand, a movement I couldn't control, no matter how much I wanted to.

"Shh..." His thumb brushed along the curve of my breast, sending a shiver through me. "Masarap, hm? Just relax."

I could hear the amusement in his voice, and it only made my face burn hotter. "I'm not..." I tried to speak, but it came out as a breathless whisper, another soft moan slipping through my lips as his fingers slid across the thin fabric of my shirt, grazing over my sensitive skin.

"You're not what?" he murmured, his voice closer now, his lips hovering near my ear. His hand moved more deliberately, skimming the top of my breast, his fingers applying the slightest pressure, teasing me further. I could feel my nipples harden beneath the fabric, painfully aware of how sensitive I had become to every touch

"I'm not... supposed to..." I barely managed to get the words out, my body trembling slightly under his touch. The truth was, I was losing control, my body reacting embarrassingly to every little thing he did.

Saint chuckled softly, his breath warm against my ear. "Who said anything about what you're supposed to do?"

His fingers slid lower, finally cupping my breast fully. The warmth of his hand seeped through the thin material, and I gasped, arching slightly into him before I could stop myself. Another moan slipped free, louder this time, and I cursed inwardly, ashamed at how easily he had unraveled me.

"Masakit rin ba 'to, hm? Kailangan rin ng massage dito?" Nanunukso niyang bulong bago mas pisilin pa iyon.

Before I could respond, he gave it a firmer squeeze, making my breath catch in my throat. Another moan slipped past my lips, unbidden, my body arching into him as heat pooled in my belly.

Niyuko pa akong lalo ni Saint para masilip ng husto ang aking reaksyon. I tried to fight the embarrassment, but my body was betraying me at every turn. I could feel him smile against my neck, as if pleased by how easily I was falling apart under his touch.

"You're so sensitive," he murmured, his tone filled with both admiration and mischief.

Before I had a chance to catch my breath, his other hand crept down my back, his fingers deftly finding the clasp of my bra. My eyes flew open in surprise, but before I could say anything, he undid it with a quick flick of his wrist. The fabric loosened, and I felt my heart race in anticipation.

"Saint—" My voice came out shaky, my mind still struggling to keep up with the overwhelming sensations flooding my body. But Saint didn't give me time to think. His hand slipped under the neck of my shirt, fingers cool against my flushed skin as they slid beneath the loose bra.

"Relax..." Muli niyang paalala.

I gasped again when his fingers found my bare skin, cupping my breast fully this time, skin to skin. The sensation was electrifying, sending a wave of warmth coursing through me. His touch was firm, deliberate, as his thumb grazed over my nipple, drawing another moan from deep within me. I couldn't help it—the sound slipped out before I could stop it, my body arching once more into his hand.