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Chapter 373 - Three Hundred And Seventy-three: Afraid Of A Man\'s Touch

The third point of view:

It was nothing like she imagined - oh, she has imagined kissing him??Shit, what was she thinking at a time like this?

Cecil felt a pleasant sensation course through her vein which caused her to kiss him harder. She couldn\'t even explain what happened. All she knew was that when their eyes had met, she felt the rest of her breath leave her body. There was something alluring and yet intense about the way he stared at her.

She forgot how to breathe and then curiosity filled her as her gaze flickered down to his lips? As crazy as it sounds, she had thought, what would it feel like to kiss those lips? And then, the next thing she knew he had leaned in and she had joined in halfway.

It was unbelievable, Emerald thought. There was no way he had mistaken that desire in her eye for him. She desired him? Even though it wasn\'t love, she was attracted to him and desire was a very strong emotion.

His hands went around her back and pressed her flush against his chest while she threads her hand through his hair, pulling his root with passion. His lips were incredibly soft and tasted right for her.

They came up for air, their chest heaving as they inhaled a lungful of oxygen. But hardly had they caught their breath, both dived in once more as they smash their lips against one another. This time, the fire burned so much brighter and Cecil found herself tracing the hard lines of his abdomen as he took possession of her lips.

A yelp left her lips when he suddenly lifted her as If she weighed nothing and pushed her back against the bed, resuming the kiss as he settled on top of her.

It was amazing, Cecil had thought several times how crushing his weight would be if Emerald were to settle on top of his unknown partner - trust her, she didn\'t conjure herself as his partner. Yeah, or maybe not.

Shame filled Cecil when she heard herself moan. What the hell? This was crazy and she tried to pull away but the man in question gripped her hands and pinned them against the bed.

Cecil tried to speak but he slid his tongue into her mouth with that opportunity and she forgot her intention immediately.

This was better than she thought - even better than what she and Fernandez had shared. Though the memory was hazy and the sensation forgotten, Cecil could still make a good judgment that Emerald was a better lover.

Another moan left her throat when his lips left her mouth to attack her neck. God! Was that amorous sound coming from her? She had forgotten how sensitive her neck was.

"Emerald...." Cecil was finding it hard to concentrate with the way that man was kissing her neck. She felt a heat down there and didn\'t even know when she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding softly against him.

The moment Cecil realized what she was doing, a wave of embarrassment washed over her, as she became suddenly hot, and red in the face.

"Emerald stop," She began to protest, struggling against his huge hands still holding down her much smaller ones.

However, it was as if that moment the passion in him was ignited and he buried his face into her neck, sucking on her sweet spot and eliciting more pressure.

Cecil gasped, it was too much pleasure to handle and she was beginning to fear she would lose control and do something she was going to regret.

"No," the woman protested, she had to stop now before it was too late. However, the man simply growled, continuing to please her, or was it himself this time?

Emerald let go of one hand, but before she could push him away, he had already slipped it into her blouse, caressing her stomach which sent shivers down her spine while nibbling on her neck. It was almost as if his hands were magic and everywhere he touched on her body was meant to be pleasurable.

"No… Emerald stop," Cecil pleaded in between a moan and an outcry. He has to stop. She wasn\'t ready for this now.

However, the man was deaf to her request, he continued to do as he wanted and it was when his hand rested on her breast, she knew this wasn\'t a simple matter anymore.

"Emerald stop!" her tone was firmer this time. She pushed against his chest with her free hand, "I said, stop!"

Instantly, Emerald stilled like someone who just came out from a nightmare. Breath heavy, both stared at each other, gauging each other\'s reaction.

"Stop…. please," Cecil whispered as if the man would continue from where he stopped if she didn\'t make her stand clear.

"My God," Shame like no other enveloped him and he released her at once like someone electrocuted. What has he done?

He thought she wanted it? Somewhere along the line while they had been making out, Emerald had been teleported to the past. It was safe to say that his reality had somehow overlapped with that night eighteen years ago.

The way she had been with him, the fire in her, and how they had been passionate with each other that night. It was almost real. Who knew it wasn\'t and he had almost hurt her because of his crazy nostalgia.

"I\'m so sorry," He quickly apologized to the woman who escaped his bed with a look of panic on her face.

But then, he had seen it, or had he been wrong? He thought she had wanted him? He had seen in the way she stared at him; the way she responded to his kisses; the way she had touched him. Then why does she look horrified, as if this was a mistake? His eyes narrowed. By chance, could it be…..

Cecil was highly relieved to be away from him however, she felt his intense gaze on her. Neither did she ever expect him to ask,

"You\'re afraid of a man\'s touch, aren\'t you?"