Her Boys

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Yael’s POV

The moment I opened her suite room, I was shocked for a second at her state. Her hands are on her private part and I think there is some itch she wanted to scratch so bad. Her face is begging for me to help but her mouth says otherwise.

“Please… out…”

That tears tells me she do not meant her words. My mind quickly functioned, analyzed the situation which brought me to my investigation about her hidden disease.

I didn’t think about it thoroughly and head on to my instinct. I stepped once and I was in front of her. My hand grabbed her face and the other snaked on her waist so she could be closer to me.

I almost slammed myself to her, claiming her lips at once.

Her body was trembling inside my embrace, even her lips are shaking so bad but after a few seconds of kissing she seems to calmed down.

Sabrina seems to be weak, her hands beside her body, her lips not responding to my kisses and I’m almost carrying her because her knees seems to forget how to function.

Kissing her always feels like an ecstasy, like I’m being floated up in heaven. Her lips feels like home.

Her breathing started to slow down from the fast and heaved one earlier. I grabbed her up, carrying her to the bed and moving away from the kiss which earned a groan from her.

I think my baby wants more…

That made me hard and turned on but the situation now is different that I won’t give in to my worldly thoughts. I am busy studying what’s wrong with her body.

Trembling like that with what seems to yearn for… what is it? s*x? No. Pleasure? Why would she touch herself like that if she ain’t, huh?

She seems to be in a hurry, her clothes ripped like that…

Her eyes seems weak, almost half-closing.

I watched her there laying in the bed, naked in her upper body. I hissed and grabbed the blanket to cover her breasts.

“Are you okay, Sabrina?” I asked carefully in a voice I never knew I can utter.

She closed her eyes, as if she don’t want me to talk and I knew her too well to think just that. My lips formed a flat line to forbid myself from asking the questions in my head.

“Dont… do that again.” she said.

My brow raised. Does she mean the kiss?

“If that seems to help you in whatever that is, I’m glad to help.”

She groaned and looked at me through her lashes. I can’t help but adore how beautiful she is, its making my jaw drop every time.

“Your boner shows how helpful you wanted to be.”

I looked down to in-between my legs and chuckled. This girl and her humor never fail my entertainment.

My hand went to her head and she’s too weak to take it off her. I caressed her hair and lightly massaged her hairlines, taking advantage of her off-debated state.

“Rest now. I’ll be here.”  I whispered. How I wanted to be this close to her every second, every minute, always…

She groaned her protest but closed her eyes still. “That should make me feel safe, huh.”

I licked my lips in amusement. Aren’t you tired, honey? Don’t try to push me away now, I’m planning to stay.

“Stop being stubborn and sleep.”

She sighed. “I’m hungry…”

“I’ll wake you up for dinner later…”

Then she was off to sleep.

I decided to call the front desk to serve suite 402’s dinner after an hour. It is better if Sabrina will eat something warm once she wakes up.

I wonder, and kept wondering about her possible condition while she’s passed out.

Spencer told me its my fault.

The sickness or whatever she felt is because of me. How?

Looking into it, she seems to have an urge to release herself… or be pleasured? I’m no professional but upon thinking about it, I think that’s how I could define it.

Then how is that related to me? Why would her s****l urges become my fault if she can’t control it like this? What did I do?

Yes, I tend to seduce her young self in the past. Intentionally. But I don’t think that is enough for her to turned like this.

I’ll take the whole night thinking like this and the ending would be no answered question. I should stop making my head explode and wait until Sabrina tell me the truth behind this.

**

Sabrina’s POV

Doorbell ringing woke me up. My eyes felt heavy but I feel better, for some reason.

I opened my eyes and noticed that there’s an arm rested just below my breasts. Snapping my head to the side, I saw Yael’s sleeping face beside me. He was laying on his side, facing me and her shirt is gone now.

The door ringed again and this time, Yael snapped out of his slumber, catching my eyes on his.

“Oh, s**t. Did that wake you?” he asked in a husky bedroom voice, then stood up slowly. I think he fell asleep unintentionally, huh? But why is his top nowhere in sight now?

“That must be dinner, I’ll just get it.”

He walked to the door and I watched his bare back as he walks. Hot damn.

Wait.

Shit! I’m naked! Damn it!

I quickly grabbed on the blanket that covers me and ran to where I placed my clothes. Yael glanced at me before completely opening the door and greeting the crew who brought dinner.

“I’ll take it inside.” I heard his baritone and commanding voice.

I sighed and took a shirt and shorts, then locked myself in the bathroom.

“Oh my.” I whispered once alone.

I remember having an episode. How many minutes has passed? I feel like I’ve restored my energy well. Did he changed the delivery time of the food? That must be it.

Looking back, I can’t believe what happened. I was in the middle of a strong episode, probably the strongest I encountered, and then Yael came inside and kissed me!

I don’t believe in fairies and such but what I experienced the moment his lips touched mine was almost magical.

It’s as if Yael became the booster of my medicine. No, I think he acted as my medicine.

My shaking, my urges, my discomfort, he took it all in just one kiss.

I know Dr. Goose has that weird theory and I kind of tried that one time but this recent happening just proved it all. Fully.

My mind wanders and think of the possible ‘what ifs’.

What if I have s*x with Yael? Can he, perhaps, cure me thoroughly? Forever?

What if I won’t be cured but become dependent?

What if yes, I was sated by him but all I will keep in asking for is him?

I still wanted to live normal, take him out of my life even. If the results of Dr. Goose’s proposed cure will make me depend on Yael then that won’t be a good thing.

I sighed and finished dressing myself then headed out of the bathroom. Yael is already seated on the two-seater table with foods above the table.

He looked at me, not smiling but not frowning either. It’s as if he was studying my face, or maybe studying my case.

“Let’s eat before the food gets cold.” he said, taking his eyes off me.

I walked and watched him put food on his plate, then sitting on the chair in front of him. There is no questioning that he’s inviting himself to dine with me.

He glanced at me again when he noticed my silence.

“Don’t think of kicking me out of here, Sabrina. I won’t.” he said, and surprisingly, he sounded serious.

Kicking him out? When did I accepted him inside? I should have had yelled at him and pushed him off the door, right?

But no.

“I won’t kick you out, don’t worry.” I said and looked down to my plate. I feel famished upon smelling the mouthwatering food in front of me.

“Oh.” I looked up at him and now his brows are raised. “Is that how you wanted to show your gratefulness?”

I snorted. “You didn’t do anything for me, don’t make me burst your bubble.”

He chuckled then shrugged.

Technically, I do not know if he did helped or the pills just delayed its effect but why should I say that to him?

“If you want me to stay the night, I will be glad to do so.” he grinned as he teased.

Stay the… Oh.

Wait.

I have an idea.

“How about you stay here with me?” I asked, smirking from his jaw-dropped shocked expression.

“The night? You sure?”

“No. Until the end of my stay. Yes, I’m sure.”

Yael is a man of few… emotions and what he shows to me right now is new to me.

I’d like to experiment my case and see how long I will have an episode again when he is close to me. If that happens, I will try and not swallow my pill and have him as my medicine.

If that works, then I’m f****d but I will think of another way to not be f****d up messily.

When Yael nodded slowly, I smirked.

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