Can You Mend My Broken Heart?

100 That kiss, that touch - I

"I... I don't know", Akira gasped for air and spoke with a stutter. All her strength had been diminished by his touch. Neither she could feel her legs not her hands. All that she could do was to whisper and whimper in response to his touch. Such was the intoxication of it that she became completely malleable.

"I need to know".

He too whispered and then wandered around the nook and corners of her neck. His electric touch, mixed with the warmth of his breath, made her body go limp. He slightly lifted himself from the kneeling position in which he had been sitting and held the nape of her neck with his hands to support her head as he saw her losing all her control.

"Tell me Akira", he said, but this time it was more like a command.

"What do you want me to do?", he asked again.

"If you want me to stay, then tell me right now".

"If you want me to leave, then also just tell me right now".

"Tell me what your heart has to say to me, please tell me right now Akira", he said but this time he was not demanding. Rather he was pleading for a response from her. He wanted an answer from her. It was all that he needed.

Her thoughts were all jumbled up and she was torn between desire and sanity. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her intently like the entirety of his life depended on her. He wanted answers from her, but the fact was she was struggling to find the answers for herself. She had no clue what to tell him. She had no clue how to stop her heart from aching so bad yearning for him.

He was taken. He was not hers, to begin with. She was trying to play with someone else's toy and she knew that it was not fair. She was not a child anymore. She looked back at him with a glimpse of resolve on her face and said,

"What I feel and what I want to say does not matter anymore Raymond".

"I have no stake on you and neither do you have on me. So please go back before I say something that I regret", Akira said and sunk her head low.

"You seriously think you don't have a stake on me?", Raymond asked her in disbelief. He couldn't believe that she would dismiss him off just like that.

"It doesn't matter Raymond. You are meant to be with her. What I feel has nothing to do with you two. You guys were engaged in front of the society for God's sake. It cannot be obliviated", she said and shook her head and took a deep breath.

"I don't care Akira about the norms of the society. It does not dictate me and neither should it dictate you. I just want to know what your heart wants. Just tell me the truth. Can you?".

"If you don't feel what I feel for you then just say it. I will leave right now, right this moment and I will never come back to you", he said and his eyes literally begged her to listen to her heart.

"What you feel is probably a longing for her Raymond. And somehow your thoughts are like this right now are because of the void that you have in your life because she is not there in front of you. Once she is back, probably my existence won't even matter to you", she said and returned his look back.

"You seriously think that's the case? You seriously can't figure out what I feel. You think what I feel for you is a joke Akira?", he said and was beyond agitated.

His words invoked the deepest desires in her body. She wanted so bad to tell him to forget Scarlett and just be with her. But she knew that it was not right but she had no control over herself. She could not understand how to handle the situation. So she simply pushed him and ran to her bedroom.

She clung to the wall like it was her safe place to be. She wanted to hide away somewhere, somewhere far away from him. But she knew that she couldn't. She heard the sound of faint footsteps and she knew that he was already there in the room. She pasted herself tighter to the wall with her face trying to bury itself between the bricks. He was approaching close and she could feel his breath on her skin and right now there was no place to escape.

She felt his hands on her waist. She was about to go to sleep and her clothes were scanty. Her camisole could barely hide her waist and his hand lingered on every single space that was bare. The touch of his warm skin made her shudder. He came even closer and whispered into her ears,

"Don't hide from me".

She couldn't stare at the walls anymore and closed her eyes. He removed her hair again from her back and planted a soft kiss. He dug his nose into her body trying to inhale every ounce of smell that she had. He couldn't resist her, seeing her react that way to his touch. His long and slender fingers slowly pulled the strap of her camisole down to one side almost baring her down and he rushed to plant a wet kiss on her back.

She crumbled inside. She couldn't take it anymore. She had never explored search pleasure in her entire life. It was new, it was unbearable, but she was at the peak of pleasure somehow. She moaned unable to take it and withered in his arms.

He felt her leaning back on him and turned her so that he could see her face. She was red hot and her eyes were closed but her lips were quivering. If only God could tell how badly he wanted to taste them, but not without her permission.