An Angel's kiss.

Chapter Nine

The world around us slowly faded until all I could think about was the warmth of his lips, the faint taste of alcohol mixed with mint, and the frantic rhythm of my heart that refused to slow down.

How did a simple five-second dare turn into something that felt like it had stopped time itself? He kissed me as though tomorrow didn't exist..

By the time he finally pulled away, I was left quietly gasping for air, my chest rising and falling as I tried to steady my breathing. But before I could fully catch my breath, his lips found mine again, stealing another heartbeat from me.

"He was insane."

...But what was I even complaining about? The truth was, I didn't want it to end either.

Somewhere between the frantic pounding of my heart and the chaos swirling in my mind, I barely noticed him catch my lower lip between his teeth, teasing me with a couple of gentle tugs, stealing another shaky breath from me. before I could make sense of anything, the world seemed to tilt as he effortlessly lifted me from the sofa. A muffled gasp escaped my lips, and almost instinctively, my arms slipped around his neck, clinging to him as I struggled to steady myself. I felt him stand and begin walking.

I had no idea where he was taking me. He didn't even break the kiss, and I couldn't even begin to understand how he managed to open the door while still holding me. the only thing I knew was that we were no longer in the middle of the party. We were in another room. It was quiet.

He carefully lowered me onto my feet without ever pulling his lips away from mine. As soon as the door closed behind us, I heard the unmistakable click of the lock. Before I could gather my thoughts, he lifted me again. Almost instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist as I clung to him for balance. His hands wrapped gently around my soft, rounded hips, giving them a gentle squeeze, holding me securely as he carried me toward the bed and gently laid me down beneath him.

My back met the cool softness of the mattress. Our mouths remained locked together as our tongues continued their silent battle. I had no idea if I was doing it right, but I found myself instinctively trying to follow his lead, awkwardly matching every movement he made, hoping I wasn't completely messing it up.

Everything about this felt so wrong... Yet at the same time, it felt unbearably right.

Halos ayaw ko nang matapos ang sandaling ito. My entire body felt feverish, and a strange spark of warmth ignited at my feet, slowly crawling through my body until it settled deep within my core. Para bang may kung anong damdaming unti-unting bumabalot sa buong pagkatao ko—something I had never felt before.

Hindi ko alam kung epekto lang ba ito ng alak... o ng mga halik niya. I didn't know anymore.

My thoughts had become a tangled mess. I couldn't tell what was right from what I wanted. All I knew was that my heart refused to slow down, I had completely lost control of my own thoughts.

Our breaths grew more ragged. The rhythm between us became quicker than before, as though neither of us wanted to be the first to pull away.

His calloused hand wandered uncertainly from the back of my neck to my shoulder, tracing the curve of my back before returning to cup my cheek, as if he couldn't decide where he wanted to hold me.

Every gentle touch sent a shiver racing through me. Tiny goosebumps prickled across my skin, and the fine hairs along my arms stood on end. I had never imagined a simple touch could leave me feeling this overwhelmed.

We didn't exchange a single word. We didn't have to. What we were doing spoke for us, enough to understand what we wanted and what needed to be done.

I tried to open my eyes more than once, but each attempt only blurred my vision. The world had dissolved into a soft haze. His face, the room around us, even the edges of reality seemed to melt away, until all that remained was the feeling of his lips against mine.

Only then did I realize my hands had found their way to his chest, gliding upward until they rested on his biceps. I couldn't remember when I'd started touching him. Perhaps it was only my imagination, but the hard muscle beneath my fingertips seemed to tense beneath my touch before he released a slow, heavy breath.

“F*ck…”

He breathed the word against my lips without breaking the kiss, his voice rough and ragged, as though he'd just finished running.

The faint tremor in it sent a strange, tingling warmth through my chest. My hands never stopped moving. They wandered across the hard planes of his chest, traced the line of his neck, brushed over his arms, only to find their way back to his chest again.

The only sounds filling the room were our unsteady breaths.

When he finally broke the kiss, my lips reflexively followed, unwilling to let him go. Before the disappointment of the sudden emptiness could settle in, he replaced it with a trail of soft kisses along my cheek, stopping just beneath my ear.

“Easy, Bitsy…” He let out a quiet chuckle,

The words barely more than a whisper between feather-light kisses.

His warm breath brushed against my ear, sending another involuntary shiver through me. A soft sound escaped my lips before I could stop it. My body burned with a relentless heat.

His mouth found the curve of my neck, sucking gently at my skin with the slow, deliberate hunger of a vampire savoring its prey. While he ran his hand on my thigh before slowly slipping beneath the hem of my blouse. Brushed my waist, glided over my stomach, then climbed higher until it came to rest against my chest. His hand was so large that it nearly swallowed the soft curve of my breast. His touch remained slow and gentle as he massage them, as though treasuring every trembling breath he drew from me.

Every inch of my body quivered beneath the warmth of his hand. He was crossing into places no one had ever touched before, invading the privacy of my body. Yet I couldn't bring myself to stop him. How could I?

I loved the way he touched me. Every brush of his fingertips, every kiss, every breath against my skin sent waves of warmth through me until my thoughts unraveled completely. It felt almost unreal, as though I were suspended somewhere between a dream and reality.

Soft, helpless sounds escaped my lips before I could swallow them back. I didn't know where to turn my head or what to hold on to anymore.

"Oh, gosh..."

My voice betrayed me, slipping into something far more vulnerable than a simple moan.

He pressed the hard line of his body against the space between my legs, his every movement impossibly unpredictable. Each subtle shift stole another shaky breath from my lungs, leaving me flustered and unable to find the words to protest—even if I wanted to. He repeated the motion, pressing his hips against mine while his large hands lingered over my chest, his touch slow and unhurried. It was as if he enjoyed every reaction he drew from me, every shaky breath and every sound that escaped my lips. There was no hesitation in him. He moved with quiet confidence.