FALLEN PROMISE

CHAPTER 12 “FORBIDDEN DESIRE 2”

Within moments, the rhythmic symphony of Carmela’s alluring moans filled every corner of the cozy hut, drowning out the cacophony of thunderous roars and the relentless cascade of raindrops outside.

Nestor’s senses were ablaze with heat, a fervor that seemed to ignite anew as if this were his initial conquest of Carmela’s being. With deliberate care, he had shed every layer of clothing that veiled her exquisite form, leaving her gloriously exposed to his hungry gaze. He stood there, unabashedly admiring her, his eyes tracing every curve and contour, his desire palpable in the intensity of his stare.

Despite the profound love that he harbored for Carmela, the sight of her nakedness never failed to stir a primal hunger within him. Each time he beheld her beauty in its purest form, devoid of any coverings, his mind raced with a myriad of passionate scenarios, each more intimate and enticing than the last. It was as though every inch of her exposed skin whispered tantalizing invitations, igniting his imagination and fueling his longing to explore the depths of their connection in every possible way.

His creativity surged like a tidal wave whenever Carmela, a goddess of beauty in his eyes, became his intimate companion.

As if possessed by an insatiable desire, he longed to savor every inch of her flawless skin, tracing imaginary paths with his fingertips before finally succumbing to the temptation to feel her warmth against his flesh. Her nakedness, a vision of allure and grace, was a masterpiece that captivated his senses, leaving him mesmerized by the curves and contours that seemed to beg for his touch.

The gentle rise and fall of her breasts, perfectly proportioned and enticingly perky, held an irresistible allure, each movement a silent invitation that ignited a primal fire within him. It was as if her body was a canvas waiting for his artistic exploration, a testament to the passion and intimacy they shared.

Driven by an overwhelming need to connect with her on every level, he shed his own inhibitions, allowing his desire to guide his actions. With each piece of clothing discarded, the air between them crackled with anticipation, the tension palpable yet electrifying. Carmela’s eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and admiration, followed his every move, her gaze fueling the flames of passion that danced between them, setting their souls ablaze with the promise of an unforgettable union.

She watched him with unabashed desire, her eyes filled with anticipation and fervor, eagerly welcoming and reciprocating his seeking lips.

Nestor’s kisses became possessive, fueled by the raw passion that pulsed between them as their naked bodies entwined. With each caress, each exploration of skin against skin, their connection deepened, igniting a fiery intensity that bordered on obsession.

Just as he had mentioned earlier, Carmela’s warm yet supple body felt like a forbidden elixir that clouded his senses, leaving him intoxicated with desire. Her soft gasps and the subtle arch of her back in response to his advances only fueled his hunger for her.

“N-Nestor… Your skin feels so hot…” Carmela’s voice quivered with a mixture of arousal and longing, her fingers tracing the contours of his heated skin as if to confirm the intensity of their desire.

Carmela’s words acted as a catalyst, igniting a blazing inferno of desire within Nestor that had been building steadily until it reached its breaking point. At that moment, he resembled a volcano on the verge of eruption, unable to contain the intensity of his passion any longer.

He fiercely reclaimed Carmela’s lips, his kisses now possessing a raw, primal urgency. His hands, guided by instinct and longing, roamed her naked form with purpose and reverence. There was no thought of restraint or holding back; he was determined to explore every curve, every contour of her body without reservation.

With a singular focus, Nestor set out to leave no part of Carmela untouched by his fervent devotion. His lips and tongue became explorers, mapping the landscape of her skin with fervor and expertise. Each curve, each rise and fall of her body, was worshipped and adored as if he were committing her to memory with every touch.

His hands, skilled and knowing, delivered sensuous massages that bordered on intoxicating, leaving trails of tingling sensations in their wake. He was acutely aware that every touch, every caress, would be etched into Carmela’s memory, becoming a part of the unspoken language of their passion that would draw her back to him time and again.

In that moment of uninhibited desire, Nestor was determined to imprint himself upon Carmela’s senses, ensuring that she would always seek him out, craving the intoxicating ecstasy that only he could provide.

That was indeed the driving force behind his constant efforts to elevate every encounter they shared—to be constantly sought after by Carmela.

He yearned for her desire, not just in fleeting moments but in a perpetual longing to be close to her, to intertwine their bodies and souls in passionate unity.

“I always crave you, Carmela. I wish we could make this a constant, always,” he murmured softly, his words caressing her ear before he gently nibbled on it, sending shivers down her spine.

In response, he heard Carmela release a sharp intake of breath, her body reacting to his touch and words.

“W-We can always make this a constant, ooooohhhh…,” she moaned, her voice laced with pleasure and a shared longing. Her words echoed a mutual desire for their connection to be a continuous cycle of passion and intimacy.

Carmela’s moan of pleasure was a piece of music to Nestor’s ears, indicating her delight in their intimate moment. Eager to hear more of her desires and thoughts, Nestor paused briefly, allowing Carmela to express herself fully.

“Continue, please,” Nestor urged softly, his voice laced with anticipation as he planted a tender kiss on Carmela’s lips, a gesture of encouragement and affection.

Carmela took a moment to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern as she prepared to share her thoughts.

“We can make this a constant, always. We just need to be more frequent in deceiving those who would be hurt if they knew the truth,” Carmela responded, her voice carrying a mixture of understanding and a touch of melancholy.

Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their situation. It was a bittersweet realization that their passion and connection came with a price—that they had to navigate a world of secrecy and deception to protect the fragile hearts of others who were unaware of the depth of their bond.

Nestor absorbed her words, his gaze softening as he understood the complexities of their circumstances. Despite the challenges ahead, their shared desire for each other burned brightly, igniting a determination to cherish every stolen moment they could carve out in the midst of their reality.

Nestor nodded in understanding, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he processed Carmela's words. "I know that if they find out, your father will try to separate us," he admitted softly, his gaze filled with a mixture of longing and resignation.

Carmela's hand caressed Nestor's handsome face, her touch a soothing gesture amidst the weight of their conversation. "That's a certainty. So, as much as possible, I hope you can find contentment in everything I can offer. What truly matters is our love for each other, isn't it?" Her voice carried a sense of acceptance, tempered with a deep affection for Nestor.

Rather than responding with words, Nestor chose to express his feelings through a kiss—a kiss that conveyed unwavering determination and a burning passion. Carmela met his kiss eagerly, reciprocating with equal fervor and intensity.

For a few fleeting moments, they engaged in a silent competition of sorts, each vying to outdo the other in the art of kissing. However, as often happened, it was Carmela who eventually relented, unable to match Nestor's boldness and expertise.

Their intimate exchange spoke volumes about their unspoken bond, a connection that transcended words and societal constraints. Despite the challenges and potential obstacles ahead, their love for each other remained steadfast and unyielding, a beacon of hope and strength in the face of adversity.

He trailed his lips down Carmela’s neck, savoring the softness of her skin beneath his touch. As he did so, Nestor gently took Carmela’s hands in his own, raising them to rest above her head. There was a silent understanding between them, a shared anticipation of what was to come.

Nestor was confident that Carmela would relish the plan he had in store for her—a plan crafted with the sole intention of bringing her bliss and fulfillment.

His goal was to delight her, to coax waves of pleasure from her until she was utterly spent, her body consumed by the intensity of their shared passion. Every caress, every touch, would be designed to elicit gasps of pleasure and shivers of ecstasy from Carmela’s lips.

He wanted to make each moment unforgettable, to make her forget everything else except the euphoria they experienced together. Nestor’s actions were driven by love and a deep desire to please Carmela, ensuring that every sensation they shared was filled with tenderness and intimacy.

He did all of this not just to bring pleasure to Carmela but to ensure that she felt cherished and fulfilled, wanting her to know that no other man could ever satisfy her as he could. He sought to establish himself as her sole source of happiness and contentment.

“Hold on tight, Carmela,” Nestor murmured softly as he released her lips for a moment, his voice filled with a combination of desire and reassurance.

Carmela’s response was wordless but powerful, conveyed through the passionate exchange of their kiss. Despite her vulnerable position, she responded eagerly, her body arching slightly as if in silent invitation.

Nestor’s fingers remained entwined with Carmela’s, anchoring her in place as he explored her body with tender reverence. His touch was gentle yet purposeful, tracing every curve and contour with a skillful precision that elicited soft gasps and shivers of pleasure from Carmela’s lips.

His lips continued to rain kisses upon her, each one a testament to his adoration and devotion. Meanwhile, his exploring hand continued its journey, moving with deliberate intent until it reached the apex of her thighs—the intimate sanctuary nestled between her smooth, supple skin.

With a mixture of anticipation and reverence, Nestor began to bestow gentle kisses and caresses upon this sacred space, each touch a whisper of his love and desire for Carmela.