Coerced To Be His by Yarmia Tariq (room on the broom read aloud .TXT) 📕

Not able to contain himself, he pressed his lips against her. He held her by her nape, and moved her closer to him. His movements were needy, but affectionate. His other hand cupped her cheek. He nibbled on her red, full lips. As he shoved himself inside her, exploring her mouth. His tongue entangled with her to make a rhythm as he touched all her corners, making her moan involuntarily inside his mouth. 

His desperate touch made her feel how much he longed for her. The way he touched her always, was undescribable. The sensations her body felt with him were pure pleasure. How can your own destructor make you feel special in a way that nobody can? 

The intimacy between them grew more as his hands travelled to her feminine flesh of her chest. They were caught in each other's desires as the atmosphere around them filled with warmth and sexual tension. Her blossoms shrink under his lustful touch as he felt the urge to feel her bare skin under his hands. Not able to break their passionate, fiery kiss for a second, his hands travelled beneath her shirt, groping her breasts which were the most attractive thing to him. 

She moaned again and his fingers worked on her hardened pebbles. She gripped his hair, pulling them lost in his touch. She always had to give up in his lustful touch. The way he touched her, always made her feel so exceptional, distinctive. 

Their bodies incredibly close, radiated their warmth into each other. Moving from her breasts, his hand travelled down, slid between her thighs. As his fingers touched her from above her panties, he realized how wet she was. She was in need, like he was. 

But still he stopped. He broke the kiss and reverted his hand back as they ran out of breath. As she inhaled the large gulps of air, he didn't wanted to admit but he had too. 

He wanted her to hate him, just like she always did. He didn't wanted to express his affection, or get emotionally attached to her. Because he knew she hated him. He didn't wanted to sown the seed which can never grow.

She looked at him with confused eyes. They both were certainly in need at the moment but he suddenly stopped, which made her curious. She looked at him with questioned eyes as she felt herself extremely sexually frustrated. 

"I don't want to force anything on you. I can not manipulate you again for my own desires." His answer made her shock to the core as she blinked at him in disbelief. 

Did he just stopped because she did not permitted him to touch her? It sounded awkwardly sensible and respectful. 

As he tried to get up again, she didn't let go of his hand. 

"I want answer to my question" she said again reminding him that he cannot dodge her this time. 

He remained silent for a moment, feeling himself not ready to reveal. 

But after gathering up a lot of courage, he turned around to face her. As they both once again looked intensely into each other's eyes. 

"Because I had feelings for you" he revealed as the gleam in his eyes shone more visibly, hinting that he was withholding his tears inside. 

Author's note

I need your opinions on this chapter. After a great deal of thinking I've wrote this chapter. This was the most difficult chapter for me to write as I couldn't collect and jumble the words to convey the right message out of story and progress with my characters.