Demon's Obsession

Twenty-six

Trigger

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THE AC was in full blast but I'm feeling hot. Ramdam ko ang pamumuo ng butil-butil na pawis sa noo ko.

His stare was burning! Kinagat ko ang ibabang labi, hindi kinakaya ang intensidad ng kaniyang titig. He groaned and dipped his head, claiming my lips again. This time it was deeper, I felt his tongue knocking on my teeth. And then I felt it again, something poking me. I gasped. He took the opportunity to explore the insides of my mouth.

Nalulunod ako sa kakaibang pakiramdam. Mainit. Mabilis. Humawak ako sa mga braso niya para kumuha ng lakas. He groaned.

His big hand went from caressing my waist up to squeezing my breast. A moan escaped my mouth but was muffled by his. Bumaba ang halik niya sa panga ko hanggang sa leeg.

Tumingala ako, nakaawang ang bibig sa paghingal. Ramdam ang kiliti sa buong katawan. He's nibbling the sensitive spot on my neck. But instead of a laugh, a whimper came out.

His lips went back to mine. I gripped hard on his arms and closed my eyes. Gumapang ang kamay niya papasok sa aking damit. He squeezed my breast again, no cloth hindering. Ramdam ko ang init ng kamay niya sa aking dibdib. At ang tumutusok sa akin.

He pinched my nipple. I gasped and opened my eyes. Para akong binuhusan ng malamig na tubig. Agad akong bumitiw sa halik, humihingal, at tinulak ang kaniyang dibdib.

Kita ang pagtutol sa kaniyang mata nang umiwas ako nang subukan niyang habulin ang labi ko. He's frustrated.

"Mali ito..." I whispered, looking away.

Ilang sandali kaming tahimik, nasa ibabaw ko pa rin siya. Only our heavy breathings can be heard. After a while, he let out a deep sigh and rolled off me. He lie beside me.

Lumingon ako sa kaniya. Nakapikit siya at nakakunot ang noo, kita ang matinding pagpipigil sa sarili. Para siyang nahihirapan. Guilt crept in me. I don't know what it is but I know he's in pain because of me.

I bit my swollen lip. "S-sorry..."

He opened his eyes and turned his head to me. His eyes widened a bit. Humarap siya sa akin, nilagay ang isang braso sa ilalim ng ulo ko habang ang isa'y hinapit ako palapit sa kaniya. Now my face is buried on his chest. "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault," he hushed me, stroking my hair in the process. Umurong ang namumuong mga luha.

I pouted and looked up at him. "Pero nahihirapan ka." Bakit nga ba siya nahihirapan? Hindi ko alam. All I know is I'm the reason behind it.

He gently kissed my lips. "It's okay. You're not ready and it's alright. You don't have to be sorry," malambing niyang sabi. My heart thumped. Niyakap ko ang braso ko sa kaniyang bewang. "I can wait... always," he whispered inaudibly. Hindi ko na pinansin iyon at pinikit ang aking mga mata.

He's right. I'm not ready. I don't want to be engaged in a pre-marital sex. I want to give myself to someone who's willing to wait until marriage. I snuggled closer to him. I'm glad that her respects my decision in this matter.

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NAKAPANGALUMBABA ako habang tinitignan ang kawalan. Nasa isip ko pa rin ang piraso ng papel na nasa locker ko.

Stay away from him. It was written in bold red.

"Dismissed," anunsiyo ng professor. Saka lang ako nabalik sa maingay na classroom nang magtayuan na ang mga nasa harap ko. Mabilis kong sinuksok ang papel na hawak sa bulsa ng pantalon bago ayusin ang gamit.