SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 25

Diego's eyes grew darker and darker. There was definitely no more water left in his mouth, and yet she was still sucking. Even the tip of her tongue was constantly searching for his lips.

“Woman, you asked for this. I don’t care if you are sick.” It had awakened his desire—no woman was the same as her. The slightest touch between teeth and lips was enough to arouse him, but for him, it was still nothing like a real kiss.

He rested his hand on the top of her head and braced her for the pressure. Then, he kissed her hard on her lips and began his unstoppable assault.

Julianna merely reacted by reflex. Their tongues constantly intertwined with each other as it brought on tangles of unmistakable passion.

However, Julianna struggled, and she frequently twisted her body in his arms. Diego pinned her down because he wanted to enjoy the sweet pleasure with her one more time.

He could have been more brutal, but for some reason, he stopped himself. His fingers ran over her lips, over and over. He was unsure of what he should or wanted to do next.

“Tell me. Why should I stop?” He knew that she was unconscious. As despicable as it may sound, he wanted to know the reason.

This time, she won’t be able to lie.

“Tell me. Do you love Diego?”

Julianna cried even more in response. She mumbled a subconscious reply, but the love and heartache did not diminish, not even the slightest. She felt as though it had made a mark on her soul. It would become a shadow that would follow her in her deep slumber within the coffin.

“Yes...” She clutched the blouse at her chest. An icy fire seemed to burn within her body. It was ice cold at one moment, and hot in another—so unbearable. Yes, she loved him. In her state of unconsciousness, she could clearly remember her love for this man. It was a love so humbled and undignified.

“Then, why don’t you want to continue?” His hand had once again moved to her waist, and it was proactively caressing her. That made Julianna blush even more. Her face was no longer pale as daylight.

“I don’t want him. Not anymore.” Julianna kept shaking her head and continued to struggle. “I refused. He had laid his hands on another woman. He kissed another woman. So filthy...”

Her body shrank in agony while the man simply held her in place. All she could do was to open her mouth and murmur in misery. Diego had felt a dull and heavy feeling for the first time. He could not even describe such a feeling after he heard the misery in her voice.

He actually felt his heart aching.

He rested his hand on her face and could feel the cold traces of tears in his fingers. All the women he had dated had confessed their love for him—even Diana was no exception. He was unimpressed as it had boosted his male ego well, but he felt as if something had touched his frozen and rigid heart.

Even moved.

“Alright, stop crying. You crybaby.” He tenderly patted her face as if coaxing a little girl. He also made it an excuse to explain further, regardless of whether this woman could understand or if she was even conscious.

“I did not touch her. I have not been with another woman ever since I had you,” he said, although he knew she could not hear him. But at the very least, he could speak his mind—thoughts she was not aware of.

“Woman. If so, do you think you have succeeded? I hate you. I hate the fact that I only have you on my mind.” He narrowed his gaze dangerously as he muttered softly to himself, “Tell me. Do you think I still hate you when I only have you on my mind?”

He had no answer to that.

Nor did she.

This is the difference between loving someone and not loving.

To love is to give. Not to love, is to take away.

And as they warmed each other that beautiful night, love was in the air. In their tale of intense love, who would hold grudges, and who would end up with regrets?

When everything slowed down and peace had returned, Diego opened his eyes. It was full of excitement from their wild intimacy earlier on. It had yet to recede. He had never been so satisfied in terms of the body, with the heart, and then with his soul. Not once has any woman given him such fulfillment.

“Woman, I really love your body.” His fingers slid across Julianna ’s face, a look of unguessable distance blazed in his dark eyes.

He closed his eyes, and when they opened, his fingers were resting on her forehead. It was too dark to make out anything, much less understand anything.

He pushed away from the woman who he had been embracing but she hugged his waist tightly, refusing to let go.

She even had her pillow positioned on top of his chest. They resembled a real couple who were infatuated with each other. It was as if they had fallen asleep hugging one another after having physical intimacy.

Initially, Diego wanted to push her away again, but he stopped. It was his way of compromising, as an expense for the one night she had given him.

Julianna slept even closer to him. It was warm. So warm. Her body was tired. However, her heart was warmer than she had ever felt.

As though she had gone back to her childhood where she had lay in her mother’s embrace.