FALLEN PROMISE

CHAPTER 13 “FORBIDDEN DESIRES 3”

Carmela showed no signs of resistance toward Nestor. Instead, she returned his passionate embrace with equal fervor. They did not stop, their bodies moving together in time with the heavy downpour outside. Amid the vast forest, they were free to express the heat of their desire for each other, especially his for her.

He didn't know how long he could continue to wait for her. How long he could endure their secret relationship? But whenever he thought about the consequences of making their relationship public, fear gripped him.

Carmela's every touch and kiss reassured him, but the thought of the potential fallout from their clandestine love always lingered at the back of his mind. He longed for a time when they wouldn't have to hide when he could openly claim her as his own without fear of reprisal or separation.

As they lay entwined, with the rain serving as their only witness, Nestor's resolve wavered. He wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment forever, where the world outside didn't matter, and all that existed was the palpable connection between them. The fear of losing her was a constant shadow, but the intensity of their love and passion drove him to savor every second they had together, no matter how fleeting or forbidden.

He felt he could no longer bear the thought of reaching a point where Carmela would be taken away from him entirely, where he could no longer hold her in this way. Her father would surely ensure their separation. The idea of losing her was like a blade twisting in his heart, each turn bringing a fresh wave of agony.

And then there was Victoria. How could he face the woman who had been waiting so long to marry him? The memories of their time together flashed before his eyes, a bittersweet montage of moments that now felt hollow and meaningless. What about everything they had shared, even though he knew it was all leading nowhere? Because now, it was Carmela he loved. Every fiber of his being desired for her needed her.

Victoria would surely curse him. The guilt nibbled at him, a relentless beast that tore at his conscience. If she found out about this, she wouldn't hesitate to direct all her anger and blame to Carmela. He was certain that Carmela would be the one to pay for everything. And he wasn't prepared for that.

Carmela would suffer, and if there was anyone in his life he didn't want to see hurt or in pain, it was her. The thought of her enduring any kind of suffering because of him was unbearable. He couldn't allow it.

His mind was a whirlwind of disagreeing emotions, each one more tumultuous than the last. His love for Carmela, his duty to Victoria, the fear of discovery, and the anguish of their forbidden affair all collided within him, creating a storm that threatened to consume him.

"Ohhhh... Nestor... Please... Press harder!" Carmela's plea brought him back to the present, her voice a desperate, breathless whisper that sliced through the chaos of his thoughts.

The sound of her need, the raw desire in her voice, ignited something primal within him. He could feel her body arching against him, her skin reddening and glistening with perspiration. The rain continued to hammer against the roof, a relentless drumbeat that matched the pounding of his heart

Nestor's movements became more urgent, more insistent. He pressed his lips to hers with a fervor that bordered on desperation, pouring all his fear, his longing, and his love into that kiss. His hands roamed over her body, caressing, exploring, and claiming every inch of her as his own. He wanted to drown out the doubts, the guilt, and the fear with the intensity of their connection.

Their bodies moved together in a frantic, almost frenzied rhythm, each touch, each kiss, stoking the fire that burned between them. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them, entwined in a dance of passion and desire that defied all reason and restraint.

Nestor's hand found its way to the small of her back, pulling her closer, deepening their connection. He could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the erratic beat of her heart mirroring his own.

Every sigh, every moan she uttered fueled his determination to make this moment unforgettable, to etch it into their memories as an imprint of their love.

"Carmela," he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with emotion. "I need you... I need you so much."

Her response was a delicate, breathy moan, her hands clutching at him as if afraid he might disappear. At that moment, all the fears and doubts melted away, leaving only the raw, unfiltered truth of their love.

He pressed harder, just as she had begged, his movements more purposeful, more intense. The storm outside raged on, a fitting backdrop to the hurricane of emotions that swirled within the small hut. Every touch, every kiss was a proclamation, a vow that went beyond words.

They moved together as one, their bodies a symphony of desire and need. The air around them crackled with electricity and, the heat of their passion was almost noticeable. Each moment was a fleeting eternity, an image of pure, refined love.

In the eye of the storm, amidst the raging tempest of their forbidden love, they found consolation in each other. For now, it was enough. For now, they were together, and that was all that mattered.

The sweet moan that escaped from Carmela’s kissable red lips pulled Nestor back to the present. Their passionate encounter continued to blaze intensely. And Carmela, despite her naturally gentle demeanor, made him yearn to see her wild side. He wanted to see her on top, taking control, riding him with abandon.

He longed to see her hips move sensuously above him, her tight, soaking wet womanhood gripping his throbbing manhood that drove her crazy.

“Yes,” Nestor responded, then shifted, withdrawing himself only to thrust back in with a deep, relentless force.

Carmela's reaction was immediate, her back arching as she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and surprise. Nestor's eyes were locked on her face, drinking in every expression of ecstasy that crossed her features. He watched as her initial shock gave way to an uninhibited fervor, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

“Like that, Carmela,” he urged, his voice a husky whisper. “Show me how wild you can be.”

Encouraged by his words, Carmela began to move underneath him. Her hips undulating with a rhythm that drove him to the edge. Her movements were tentative at first, but as the heat of their connection intensified, she gained confidence.

Carmela moved with him with increasing urgency, her moans growing louder, mingling with the relentless patter of the rain and the occasional rumble of thunder outside.

Nestor's hands again and again traveled over her body. Caressing her skin, urging her on.

He could feel her muscles pulling taut around him with each thrust. The sensation was almost too much to bear. Every time she moved, every time she cried out his name, it sent a jolt of pure desire coursing through him.

“Just like that, baby,” he whispered, his voice strained with pleasure. “You feel so good…”

Their movements became more synchronized, a perfect dance of passion and need. The wild abandon with which Carmela moved drove Nestor wild. He was lost in her, in the way she felt, in the sounds she made, in the way her body reacted to his every touch. He wanted to make this moment last forever, to freeze time and keep her with him like this always.

As Carmela continued to move with him, Nestor’s world narrowed to just the two of them. The outside world, with all its complications and barriers, faded into oblivion. All that mattered was this moment, the intense connection they shared, the way their bodies fit together perfectly.

He felt the familiar tightening in his lower abdomen, a sign that he was nearing his limit. But he held back, wanting to prolong this exquisite torture for as long as possible. He wanted to see Carmela completely lost in pleasure, to give her everything she desired and more.

“Carmela,” he groaned, his voice thick with need.

Her response was a deep, throaty moan, her movements growing more frenzied. The storm outside seemed to mirror the intensity of their lovemaking, the wind howling and the rain pouring down in torrents. Inside, they created their tempest, a whirlwind of passion and desire that threatened to consume them both.

Nestor’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she rode him with an almost desperate intensity. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, signaling her impending release. The sight of her, lost in ecstasy, was enough to push him over the edge.

Carmela let out a scream, but it was quickly drowned out by a loud clap of thunder.

"Please, do it again!" Carmela shouted again, her gaze seemingly weakened as she looked at him.

Nestor was consumed by an intense desire after what had just happened. He wasn't sure if Carmela intentionally seduced him in that manner. But he had a feeling she didn't. Because in many instances when he claimed her, she never dared to look at him directly. However, this time, it seemed like she had a reason to do so. That only fueled his passion even more.

She had a natural allure that he truly admired. And when he was this heated, it wasn't difficult for him to be aggressive just to fulfill not only his desires but also what Carmela wanted.