FALLEN PROMISE

CHAPTER 14 “FORBIDDEN DESIRES 4”

“Ohhhhh!” she moaned, her voice a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the small hut.

Nestor didn’t let go of Carmela’s hips. He continued to guide their lovemaking, maneuvering her movements with practiced skill until, gradually, Carmela began to understand what he was showing her. Each motion was a testament to their deep connection, the rhythm of their bodies syncing perfectly.

“Ohhhh… Nestor, it feels so good to be on top of you… Ummmmnnnn… Why did you wait so long to do this to me?”

Her voice was filled with breathless wonder and uncontrolled passion, her eyes locked onto his with a mix of desire and affection.

In those moments, Carmela took control, moving on top of him with a newfound confidence. Just as he had imagined earlier, she was a breathtaking sight as she gyrated above him. Her slender waist, moving rhythmically, and her beautifully proportioned breasts, firm and perfectly fitting his hands, captivated him completely.

Nestor’s gaze was intense, filled with a mixture of adoration and desire. He could see the love in her eyes, and it mirrored his own feelings. Inspired by the sight of her, his hands moved instinctively to grasp her breasts, which seemed to tease him with their movement.

“You’re so beautiful, Carmela,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he massaged her breasts gently, feeling their warmth and softness beneath his fingers. He wanted her to know how much he cherished her, how deeply he loved her.

Carmela moaned, her movements becoming more urgent. Her eyes closed as she surrendered to the pleasure, reclaiming control of the situation. But she hadn’t reached her climax yet, so Nestor knew he couldn’t take back the control he had given her. He wanted to give her everything, to make her feel the depth of his love with every touch, every kiss, every thrust.

Carmela grew more aggressive with each passing moment, moving with an almost desperate intensity. Nestor watched her with a mixture of awe and pride, knowing that he was the one who brought out this side of her. Finally, she cried out, signaling what he had been waiting for.

With a swift motion, they rolled on the floor made with bamboo, and Nestor was on top once more. The storm outside seemed to intensify, the rain pounding against the roof like a drumbeat to their passion.

“I’ll make you come, but we’ll do it together,” he promised, his voice a husky whisper as he took her hands and placed them above her head. His eyes bore into hers, conveying all the love and devotion he felt.

He intentionally trapped Carmela in that position, rendering her powerless as he began to unleash powerful, relentless thrusts that nearly drove her mad with pleasure. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, her body trembling beneath him. Each thrust was a confession of his love. Each movement a testament to his desire to make her feel loved and cherished.

Nestor’s hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves that he knew so well. Exploring the familiar yet always thrilling landscape of her skin. He kissed her powerfully. Pouring all his emotions into that kiss, wanting her to feel the intensity of his love. Their tongues danced together, a dance of passion and longing, of promises and unspoken words.

“You’re everything to me, Carmela,” he murmured against her lips, his voice filled with raw emotion. “I love you so much.”

Carmela’s eyes filled with tears of joy and pleasure. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she met his thrusts with equal fervor.

The storm outside was nothing compared to the tempest of emotions raging within them. They moved together in perfect harmony. Their bodies melding as one. Each touch igniting a fire that consumed them both.

Nestor felt the familiar tightening in his lower abdomen, a sign that he was nearing his limit. But he held back, wanting to lengthen 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. “I’m so close…”

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 own tempest, a whirlwind of passion and desire that threatened to consume them both.

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

With a final, deep thrust, Nestor felt himself shatter, his release crashing over him like a tidal wave. Carmela cried out, her own climax following closely behind, her body trembling with the force of it.

They clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure together. As the storm outside began to wane, so did the tempest within the small hut. They were left breathless. Their bodies spent, but their connection stronger than ever.

In the quiet aftermath, as they lay entangled, Nestor knew that he would do whatever it took to keep Carmela in his life. The world outside might be full of obstacles and complications. But here, in this moment, they were untouchable. He gently stroked her hair, pressing soft kisses to her forehead. Whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

“I love you, Carmela,” he said softly, his voice filled with unyielding passion. “And I always will.”

Carmela looked up at him, her eyes shining with love and trust. “I love you too, Nestor. Forever.”

In that moment, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, their love would see them through. For now, they were together, and that was all that mattered.

PRESENT DAY

Nestor sat by the window, his gaze fixed on the darkening sky as the sun dipped below the horizon. A melancholic sigh escaped his lips, an indication to the longing that tugged at his heartstrings. The air inside the small hut seemed to echo with the absence of Carmela’s presence, leaving a void that even the soft whispers of the wind couldn’t fill.

His fingers traced the outline of his cellphone. A device that had become a silent messenger of their forbidden love. With each passing minute of silence, Nestor’s yearning for Carmela intensified, like a flame flickering in the depths of his soul. He missed her warmth, her laughter, the way her eyes lit up when she spoke of her dreams.

He didn’t carry that cellphone with him. It stayed there, charged by a power bank. He didn’t want Victoria to find out about it because he knew she would be furious if she saw the s*x videos of him and Carmela on that phone. And when he felt lonely like this, he would come to this hut where he could relive those memories over and over again.

Yes, he knew what others might say or think about him. That he was too consumed with desire for Carmela. That he was only after her body and money. The first, he probably wouldn’t deny because along with his love for her came an insatiable desire and lust that he felt for her.

But it wasn’t just about desire and money.

Perhaps, he was just tired of being poor. But he loved Carmela. If only things weren’t so complicated. If she could only be with him. He wouldn’t hesitate to take her and live a simple and happy life together in this hut.

But because he loved her, he couldn’t do that. He knew Carmela wasn’t used to hardship in life. He didn’t want to ruin her life. And if asked if he had any regrets, the truth was he had none. Because the fact that he planted his seed inside Carmela’s womb was more than enough reason to be grateful for everything that happened.

Their love was forbidden. But despite all this, he was happy. He begged forgiveness from heaven. But if given the chance to live his life again, he wouldn’t hesitate to choose the same path he took from the beginning. To meet and love Carmela once more.

“I miss you so much, Carmela,” Nestor murmured, his voice barely louder than a whisper. As if afraid to break the delicate stillness around him. He closed his eyes briefly, hoping to gather her image in his mind. But it was a poor substitute for the real thing.

Memories flooded his thoughts. Each one a bittersweet reminder of the love they shared in secret. He remembered the first time he laid eyes on her. How her smile had captivated him from the very beginning. He recalled their stolen moments together. Hidden away from prying eyes, where their passion ignited like a wildfire, consuming them both in its intensity.

But now, the silence was deafening. The absence of her messages, her calls, left Nestor feeling adrift. As if a part of him was missing. He longed to hear her voice, to feel her touch, to lose himself in the warmth of her embrace once more.

The setting sun cast a warm glow over the hut, casting shadows that danced across the walls. Nestor’s thoughts wandered to Carmela’s smile, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief when she teased him. He remembered the sound of her laughter, a melody that echoed in his mind and brought a fleeting sense of comfort amidst the ache of longing.

He reached for the small box where he kept the cellphone. A lifeline to their hidden love affair. It was a treasure trove of memories. A digital archive of their stolen moments of passion and tenderness. Nestor hesitated, his thumb hovering over the power button, unsure if he could bear to relive those memories again or if it would only deepen the ache in his heart.

But then, as if drawn by an invisible force, he pressed the button and watched as the screen lit up, revealing a message from Carmela. It was a simple “I miss you too, Nestor,” accompanied by a heart emoji, but it was enough to bring a glimmer of hope to Nestor’s eyes.

He read and reread her message, savoring each word as if they were precious gems. The ache in his heart lessened, replaced by a renewed sense of determination to protect their love, no matter the obstacles that stood in their way.

Closing his eyes once more, Nestor whispered a silent prayer. A plea for strength and bravery to confront the challenges ahead. And as the night enveloped the hut in its embrace, he held onto the hope that one day, their love would no longer be forbidden, and they could be together without fear or shame.