Take Me (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 13

P Bomb

“Pierre.” I called breathlessly.

I slowly turned my back and faced him. My eyes are wide and I think my jaw dropped.

Is he really here? Is this really, Pierre?

My eyes sting because of so much longing for him. My throat tightens with held on sobs and all I wanna do right now is run to him and feel him against me.

His eyes look resigned and helpless. He seemed like he haven’t had any decent sleep for ages and he somehow resembles Santi.

“Baby.” His voice broke and before I could even react, he took long strides towards me and closed the gap between us. He reached for my face and crashed his lips onto mine.

I sobbed heavily against his lips. I miss him. I missed him so much.

His kisses were harsh and longing. Seeking for something and leaving nothing but a promise that should be granted. This kind of kiss that shouldn’t be taken for granted because every flicker of his tongue ad every movement of his lips sends thousands of jolts into my system.

I kissed him back the way he kisses me. I kissed him hungrily like an addict who just had his fix after a long, long while.

Pierre held me tight as he maneuvered me towards my bed, never ending the kiss. Gently, he laid me down and crawled on top of me, careful not to crush me. He shifted on my side, his right elbow supporting him, his left leg in between my thighs and his hand caressing my stomach.

He kissed me some more before I felt his kisses trailed down to the side of my face, to my ear and then down to my neck. But then he stopped. Both of us breathing heavily and I can feel him against my thighs.

The thought of him wanting me set my body into fervor burning. His warm breaths fanning my neck didn’t help my need for him. I missed him. Gods, I missed him so much.

He lifted his gaze and then dropped a peck of a tender kiss onto my lips before lying beside me. His arm draped around my waist as I felt him tugged me closer to him and snuggled onto the nook of my neck. He sighed in relief.

“Pierre.” I called him. I can feel his loud heartbeats and his heavy breathing but I can also feel his comfort. 

Slowly, I snaked my arms around him and hugged him back. I leaned my cheeks against his head as I face him then kissed his forehead.

“Pierre.” I called him again. He didn’t answer and so I check on him only to found out he’s sleeping. Unconsciously, I felt him move them cupped my breast. Since I’m only on my robe, his hands effortlessly got in and cupped me.

I couldn’t help but smile. Pierre will be always Pierre.

I let us stayed like that until I felt myself drowsing too. In no time, I can feel myself falling asleep.

“I don’t know if this is love yet, baby, but I don’t wanna lose you.”

I heard someone said before I felt someone kissed me.

When I opened my eyes, I was already alone.

It somehow made me think if everything was just a dream or was it true.

But the now cold glass of milk on my vanity table tells me everything really happened. I held my chest and figured my robe was open. I stared at my naked chest and saw tinges of faint bruises forming. Really, Pierre? I couldn’t help but laugh.