Love In War ( English Version)

I woke up drenched in sweat, my body heavy with discomfort. As I opened my eyes, I realized I was lying in a bed, a damp towel placed on my forehead. The dim light of a lampshade was the only thing illuminating the room. I looked around, heart pounding, and the events came rushing back-l had been kidnapped. I frantically checked myself, running my hands over my body to confirm I was still clothed. A sigh of relief escaped me when I found that I wasn't naked. I wanted to get up, but a wave of weakness washed over me, making me groan instead. Despite everything, I knew I hadn't been violated. Yet, my body burned with an inexplicable heat, as if a fever had taken over. Even the cold air from the air conditioner wasn't enough to cool me down. The perspiration pooling on my skin drove me to slide the straps of my dress down my shoulders in desperation. "What the hell are you doing?" The deep, commanding voice startled me, and I flinched. I turned toward the shadowy corner of the room and spotted a figure sitting on a single sofa. Fear gripped me when I realized it was the man who had kidnapped me. His voice was dark, resonant, and laced with authority, making me unconsciously scrutinize him. "W-who are you? Where a-am I?" I stammered, my voice barely audible. "Tss. It doesn't matter anymore." He rose from the chair, his movement fluid and deliberate, and my fear spiked. I wanted to run, to escape, but my weakened body refused to cooperate. "Stay there! Don't come near me!" I pleaded, my voice trembling. He ignored my words and continued walking toward me, unfazed. Panicking, I tried to get off the bed, but his sudden motion made me freeze. A towel landed squarely on my face, catching me off guard. When I lowered it, I saw him standing close, his eyes focused on me as he pulled my dress straps back up. "You were drugged," he said, his tone firm yet oddly gentle. "The drug heightens your s****l desire. You need to fight it as much as you can." Drugged? The realization hit me like a truck. I replayed the events at the bar in my mind, but the pounding in my head made it hard to piece things together. I drank Tequila and pineapple juice-only. How did I miss this? Who could've done it? Was it Ley? No, she couldn't do it. Was it him? But then, why was he helping me? None of it made sense. I gripped my head as dizziness overwhelmed me. "Do you want to take a shower? Is it getting worse?" he asked, his voice cutting through my foggy thoughts. I hesitated, not trusting my legs to hold me, but the unbearable heat coursing through my body left me no choice. Tingling sensations spread across my skin, and every fiber of me burned with desire. I shuddered at the thought of what might happen if I stayed in his presence. No, I needed to handle this alone. "Please, don't touch me. I can manage," I whispered, forcing my voice to remain steady. He stepped back, his eyes scanning me with what seemed like concern, and allowed me to move at my own pace. Slowly, I made my way to the bathroom, leaning against the walls for support. The cool tiles under my feet were a brief reprieve, but it wasn't enough. I needed more. Inside, I found a towel and clothes neatly folded near the sink. Suspicion pricked at me. How did he know I'd need these? Shaking off the thought, I stepped into the shower, fully clothed, and turned on the cold water. The initial burst sent shivers down my spine, but the heat within me remained insistent, relentless. I stripped off my wet clothes, desperate for relief, and let the water cascade over my bare skin. It wasn't enough. My body screamed for something more, something I didn't want to acknowledge. Tears streamed down my face as frustration and shame took over. I was losing control. "Are you still fine there?" his voice called from the other side of the door, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. The sudden knock startled me, and in my panic, I lost my footing. "Ay! Put-! Awwww!" I cried out as I hit the floor with a painful thud. The door burst open, and he rushed inside. "What happened? Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes scanning me with genuine worry. I froze, mortified. I was naked, vulnerable, and sprawled on the bathroom floor. He quickly grabbed the towel, crouching to cover me without hesitation. "Shh. My bad. I didn't mean to startle you. Can you stand?" he asked gently, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to help me. I nodded weakly, tears slipping down my cheeks. His touch was careful, almost tender, as he helped me to my feet and guided me back to the bed. Despite my embarrassment, I couldn't ignore the warmth of his hands or the way his eyes softened when he looked at me. "You need to rest," he said, his voice low. But rest was the last thing on my mind as his proximity ignited something I could no longer suppress. "I need you... your help... please," I whispered, my voice breaking. He froze, his jaw tightening. "Talia, I can't do this to you." The sound of my name from his lips sent a shiver down my spine. He knew me. Who was he? Why did his touch feel so familiar? "Please," I begged, placing my trembling hands on his chest. My resolve was gone, drowned out by the drug coursing through my veins. His resistance crumbled as I drew him closer, and when his lips met mine, everything else faded into oblivion. His kisses were slow, hungry, but deep. At first, I was stagnant but i mimicked his kisses. I felt his left hand under my legs. It wasn’t long before he carried me without stopping from kissing me. His kisses went down my neck and at the nook of my ear. It felt so good that I couldn't stop moaning. We reached his bed and he made me lie on it. He attacked my mouth again and his left hand was busy undoing the towel. When he succeeded, I immediately felt his hand squeezing my mounts. He played with my taunting n****e and sucked on it. His right hand , on the other hand, was busy touching me between my thighs. It felt so out of this world, maybe because this is my first time and he was so good. I wouldn't wonder if I can't forget this feeling tomorrow. His fingers were inside me now and i couldn't do anything but moan as he stretched my insides with his long fingers. I moaned loudly as i felt myself cumming. But he was ruthless, he withdrew his finger and sucked my bud instead. My body began to tremble and moans became louder. It was pure heaven and i felt like I died for seconds. I can still feel my liquids gushing out of my v****a when he brought me to the edge of his bed and positioned his tip on my entrance. I squirmed because of the feeling. I was so excited and nervous at the same time. I didn't even notice that he was already naked. "Stay still, Talia" , he opened my legs widely and massaged my bud. "W-wait–I'm– Ahhhhhhhhh!" I cried in agony when he entered me ruthlessly and completely. I never thought losing my virginity could be this painful. I shed heavy tears as he coaxed me with his kisses. He did not move for the meantime, and just massaged my bud. Then, I felt him sucking my breast alternately like an infant greedy for milk. The next thing I knew he was already pumping in and out of me as I urged him to go faster. He did me fast, solid, and deep. While, all I did was to moan until my throat was gone dry. He was insatiable that we did until dawn. Now, I am just hoping for a brighter tomorrow with my lower body still attached.