Chapter 29 from ashes to flame
Note??: from author
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Iris's point of view
"You are nothing to me now, Iris"
Those were her last words to me before I slammed the heavy glass door behind me.
I went home that day feeling my world shatter into pieces. Wondering if I really dodged the bullet or just lost the love of my life... I cried myself to sleep, telling myself she would call. She would chase me. She would realize she couldn't live without me. But she didn't.
The next morning.....
I woke up to silence. No texts. No calls.
Still holding onto hope, I went to the hospital to check on my mom. admitted under Zarya's personal care. I expected to see her there, tall and commanding in her white coat, ready to apologize and take me back.
But Zarya was nowhere to be found.
Instead, a stranger stood there. Dr. Clark.
"Good morning, miss and mrs. Valenti. Doctor De Luca assigned me to take over."
"Ah, nasaan po ba siya?" My mom asked.
"Bumalik na po ng Italy, mrs, Valenti." Doctor clark said that make me snapped out of my thoughts.
"When is she coming back?" I hesitantly asked.
"I have no Idea about that, she just informed us na aalis siya."
My heart sank, but my mind... desperate for comfort... I made excuses for her.
"She's just running away from the fight again" told myself. 'She's stressed. She throws herself into work when she's hurting. She'll finish in a day or two and come back. She always comes back.'
But strangely, I found myself going to her office. The place where she dragged me in last night, but there is no one inside.
She will comeback.
I opened my phone, I dialed her number. a few times, hindi ko alam ano sasabihin ko. but I still did.
And I got no response at all.
Day 2. Day 3. Day 4.
I returned to the hospital every single morning.
Every day... still no signs of Zarya.
Dr. Clark repeated the same story: "Still in negotiations. Still securing contracts. She is based there for now."
I still tried to call her to check on my mom's situation kahit nandito naman na ang ibang doctors. still, no response.
Is this how she treats her personal patients?
For some reason, pumunta ulit ako sa office niya. Only to see Xylla in there. She was sitting on the sofa where Zarya pushed me. I didn't hesitated, I asked her directly. "Where is she? yung totoo, Xylla"
She just looked at me in disbelief before she answered. "wala nga dito, she went back to Italy. Do I have to repeat it over and over?"
Her sarcastic tone and the way her eyes rolled at me, made me wanna punch her right in the face. I stepped closer to her, making sure our distance isn't too far. "Are you that desperate of her that you choose to hide her from me?"
She laughed sarcastically as she stood up. "I am not hiding anything from you, Attorney. Ikaw mismo ang nagtatago ng sarili mo sa kaniya."
She said without hesitation as she was about to turn her back on me. But I quickly reacted, I grabbed her arms tightly na halos hindi na siya makawala. "If I ever see her again–"
My grip slips when she pulled her arms away from me, hindi ko na siya nahabol pa. She left the office while I am here, clueless about everything.
I let it slide, for now.
On the next day, I bumped into Xylla again, in the hallway. I was about to asked her, hope trembling in my voice. But before I even had the chance to do so, she already answered me. "Nakabalik na siya ng Italy, ano pa bang kailangan mo? Paulit ulit tayo dito Iris."
"Xy..." I begged, stopping her. "Please... tell me... is she ever coming back?"
"Italy..."
That word haunted me.
By the next following day, I couldn't take it anymore. The silence was killing me. My chest physically ached with the weight of her absence.
I told myself I was calling for a reason. A valid reason.
"I'll call about Mom's treatment plan," I lied to my own heart. "Just to check if everything is aligned with what Zarya wanted. That's all."
I called her.
?? 1... 2... 3... 5... 10 times.
Over and over.
And still....
NOTHING.
As if I never existed.
Until the night comes, I still tried to reach for her call. And I get disappointed in every attempt I do.
I know I should take a rest, I am physically and emotionally tired. but I saw Xylla.
She's about to get in her car, I stopped her.
She looked pristine and cold. I knew she hated me. Everyone knew she wanted Zarya for herself. But at that moment, I didn't care about her jealousy. I needed information.
"Xy..." I begged, stopping her. "Please... tell me... is she ever coming back?"
And Xylla... with a smirk that dripped poison.
.. whispered words that cracked my foundation.
"You pushed her away when she was here.
.. now that she's free of you... suddenly you want her?
She is building her life there, Iris. She doesn't need this place anymore. She doesn't need YOU anymore."
She left me crying on the floor. But her words... "She doesn't need you"... sparked a terrifying realization.
I couldn't take this anymore. I am losing my mind. Eyes swollen and burning, I drove straight to Xylla's house. I didn't care how late it was, or how pathetic I look. I needed the truth.
When the gate opened and Xylla saw me, her face twisted in pure disgust and annoyance.
"Ano ba?! Anong kailangan mo?! Have you checked what time is it?!" She hissed, ready to slam the door.
But I threw myself forward, falling to my knees on her cold pavement, tears already flooding down my face.
"XYLLA, PARANG AWA MO NA!!" I screamed, voice cracking. "SAGUTIN MO AKO!! Is she really gone? Babalik pa ba siya o iniwan na niya ako nang tuluyan?! Tell me the truth, please! I can't take this uncertainty anymore!"
She froze. The anger in her eyes slowly melted into raw, agonizing pain. She stared at me for a long moment... and then tears also started streaming down her cheeks. She stepped down, crouching right in front of me, her breathing ragged.
"Gusto mo ng totoo? Fine. IBIBIGAY KO SA'YO ANG LAHAT." Her voice trembled violently. "Oo, nasa Italy na siya. Bumalik na siya, Iris. Just how you liked it."
I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. "N-No...Xy... please..."
"OO NGA!!" She cried out, shaking my shoulders hard, her own tears falling on my hands. "At alam mo ba kung bakit? Umalis siya PARA MAKALIMOT."
My heart stopped.
"Dito kasi... sa lugar na 'to..."she sobbed, hitting her own chest in frustration. "Kahit saan siya lumingon... IKAW ang nakikita niya. Every corner holds a memory of you. HINDI NA SIYA MAKAHINGA DITO... kasi minumulto mo siya araw-araw."
She looked at me with pure devastation.
"Diba I could've just heal her, but she never looked at me the way she looked at you."
She choked, unable to speak for a moment.
"But the worst part... the part that eats me alive every single night..." She leaned closer, forehead touching mine. "Ay ang makita kung paano ka niya sambahin."
"What...?" I whimpered.
Her grip on my arms tightened painfully.
"yes, she treats you like a Goddess. and what did you do in return? You treated her like trash! Like she wasn't enough! PARANG BASURA LANG ANG TRATO MO SA PUSO NIYA!!"
"Do you know what I did every night while she was crying over you? NAGDASAL AKO. I begged God... I begged him to heal Zarya. Kahit pa ikaw ang ibigay niya para maging okay si Zar. That's fine."
Xylla looked at me with eyes full of envy and heartbreak.
"I always tell her how desperate she is, but I never realized I was the desperate one." She cried, his voice were almost whispering to my ears. "I would take crumbs, Iris.... pero ikaw? She gave you EVERYTHING... at lahat ng yun ay tinapon mo ng paulit ulit."
She wiped her tears aggressively, but they just kept coming.
"And then that night...when she dragged you to her office.
I saw everything, Iris.... You left her alone inside, tangina kahit ako wala akong lakas para i comfort siya kasi putangina Iris nasaktan ako nung makita ko siya.
" Her words echoed to my ears, ramdam ko nadin ang sakit na dinadala niya.
"I wanted her to fight for me, Xy..." I ran out of strength, kahit ako nanghina narin.
"But you pushed her until she had no choice but to leave to survive. Kaya umalis siya..."
She paused, looking at my broken state on the floor, her expression a mix of hate and pity.
"At tingnan mo kung sino ka ngayon." She scoffed through her tears.
She shook her head in pure disbelief.
Then... the most painful blow of all. Xylla's voice broke completely as she whispered the cruelest truth.
"You know why she is nowhere to contact right now?
Because I bet she knows... she knows that if you call and she picks up and you tell her na bumalik na dito.
she would...she fucking would. She would pack her stuff and follow you to every corner of the world, Iris. "
Silence fell between us, heavy and suffocating, only filled by the sound of our two broken hearts weeping for the same woman.
Xylla stood up shakily, looking down at me with finality.
"She is trying to forget you... pero tandaan mo to... hindi dahil hindi ka na niya mahal."
Her eyes hardened.
"Dahil ang pagmamahal sa'yo... ANG PUMAPATAY SA KANYA." She wiped her tears as she said her last words. "UMAALIS KA NA DITO."
I don't know how long I stayed there on Xylla's cold pavement after she slammed the door.
I think I lost track of time. I just sat there... knees pulled to my chest... shivering not from the cold air, but from the freezing reality she had just poured over me.
Eventually... my body moved on its own. Like a robot with no soul. I stood up, wiping my face with my sleeves, but the tears just kept coming. I walked back to my car, my legs heavy as lead, every step feeling like I was walking through mud.
Xylla was right, I pushed Zarya too much that now I couldn't even reach her. Then watch me run across the universe to bring you back.
I lost count of time.
I lost count of the hours.
I just found myself desperately dialing her number, for I don't even know how many times.
"Just one word... my love... just one word..." I muttered to myself.
But still....
I checked again, 318 missed calls
(End of Iris's point of view)
Every step I take paglabas ng airport, ramdam ko ang pagbabago ng hangin.
The moment my feet touched the ground of the Philippines, parang biglang bumigat ang dibdib ko. Hindi dahil sa pagod mula sa mahabang byahe, kundi dahil sa katotohanang... Nandito na ako.
Finally.
It was exactly 10:00 PM. The city lights of Manila twinkled like scattered stars behind me, but hindi ko ito nilingon. Wala akong pakialam sa ganda ng tanawin. My destination was never a place... it was always HER.
My fingers trembled as I opened my phone.
I Booked a taxi to their house, hindi ko na kayang umuwi pa to leave my luggages. I need to be there as soon as possible.
The ride felt like an eternity. Habang tumatakbo ang sasakyan papunta sa bahay ni Iris, parang isang panaginip lang na paulit-ulit na naglalaro sa isip ko ang mga message ni Xylla at 318 missed calls from Iris.
Finally, I'm standing outside of her house.
I opened the car door and stepped out into the cool night air. The street was silent. Dark. Empty. Just like my soul had been for the past week.
I walked slowly towards the gate. My legs felt heavy... as if every step was dragging me through quicksand. When I finally stood right in front of the black metal bars... I froze.
My hand hovered over the DOORBELL.
But what if she doesn't answer?
What if she sees me and slams the door in my face?
What if she yells at me again? Tells me I'm too late? Tells me she finally doesn't need me?'
The hesitation paralyzed me. I stood there for what felt like an eternity... just staring at that small white button.
But then... I remembered her missed calls.
I couldn't take it anymore.
With a sharp intake of breath, I pressed the button.
The sound echoed inside the house.
I waited.
...
Silence.
I waited a few more minutes.
Still... NOTHING.
No footsteps, no voice, no sound of the lock turning.
My heart sank into the pit of my stomach.
Tulog na ba siya or... does she just not want to see me? I closed my eyes, fighting the tears threatening to fall. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I should just go.
I turned around, ready to walk back to my car... ready to flee back to the safety of my loneliness...
...when my eyes fell on the big ceramic pot sitting right beside the gate wall.
The big blue and white painted pot... the one tita Clara loved so much.
And suddenly... a memory hit me like a wave.
Back when I was still here, palagi ko siyang hinahatid pauwi after our secret date. And we would go home very late so it's either tita Clara and tito Eric is not home or they are asleep.
And every time nangyayari yun, she would lift this pot para kunin ang spare key sa ilalim.
My breath hitched.
Does she still...?
Surely not... after all these years...
My heart pounding wildly against my ribs, I stepped closer to the wall.
I reached out... my hand trembling... and gripped the edge of the heavy pot.
I lifted it up.
And there... lying exactly where she left it years ago...
Wrapped in the same clear plastic...
Was the KEY.
"Oh, Iris..." I whispered, my voice breaking. "You stupid, stubborn, beautiful woman..."
I picked up the key. It felt cold against my skin, but it burned right through to my soul.
I placed the pot back carefully.
Then, with shaking hands, I inserted the key into the padlock of the gate.
It clicked.
The sound was soft... but to me... it sounded like the breaking of a dam.
I pushed the gate open and stepped inside.
I was entering her territory. But walking this path felt more like coming home than any mansion in Italy ever could.
I walked up the short driveway, my eyes fixed on the main wooden door of the house.
I reached it... and without ringing the bell this time... I used the second spare key I knew she kept under the mat.
The door creaked open...
And the smell hit me first.
HER SCENT, sweet, powerful scent...
It engulfed me instantly... wrapping around me like a hug I hadn't received in eternity .
But mixed with that scent... was something else. Sorrow, tears, and desperation.
I stepped inside, closing the door softly behind me, plunging us into darkness.
Only the light from the moon and the streetlamps outside filtered through the windows... casting long, eerie shadows across the floor.
"Iris?" I called out softly.
My voice echoed.
No answer.
I took a few steps further into the living room...
And then... MY HEART STOPPED BEATING ENTIRELY.
Right there... in the middle of the floor...
Surrounded by EMPTY BOTTLES OF LIQUOR...
Surrounded by TORN PIECES OF PAPER ,letters she clearly wrote and destroyed...
Surrounded by FRAMED PHOTOS OF US scattered all around her...
SHE WAS THERE.
Iris.
My knees were literally shaking uncontrollably beneath me as I knelt there.
My whole body trembled... weak... devastated... crying harder than I have ever cried in my entire life.
My eyes were glued to her.
To Iris.
She was sitting there... right in the middle of the mess she made.
.. amidst the bottles and the torn letters.
Her head was bowed low... chin touching her chest..
. refusing to look up.
She looked so down.
.. so defeated... so small.
Like a criminal waiting for the judge to pronounce her death sentence.
She couldn't even look at me... as if she believed she didn't deserve to see my face anymore.
And seeing THAT... seeing the woman who owns my soul look at herself like she was nothing...
SOMETHING SNAPPED INSIDE ME.
I didn't care about the broken glass cutting my skin.
I didn't care about the mess.
I didn't care about the pain of the past week.
With a heart-wrenching sob tearing out of my throat... I RAN TO HER.
I scrambled across the floor and crashed right into her.
I WRAPPED MY ARMS AROUND HER SO TIGHT.
I crushed her body against mine... pulling her onto my lap... locking her waist so she couldn't escape... my hands tangling violently into her messy hair, my tears soaking her hair instantly.
"sshh, my love. I'm here, nandito na ako" I whispered to her ears trying my best to speak.
That was all it took.
The moment she felt my arms... the moment she realized I was really holding her and not pushing her away...
She shattered.
She didn't scream. She didn't wail.
She just let out this long, heartbreaking sob that came from the very bottom of her soul.
Her hands gripped my shirt... tight... shaking... clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping her alive.
"Zarya..." She cried softly, her voice already hoarse and weak from days of crying. "Zarya... I'm sorry... patawarin mo ako... please..."
She pulled back just a little to look at me, her eyes swimming with tears.
"I was so hard on you... " She whispered, shaking her head in agony.
Her hands trembled as she touched my face, tracing my features like she was making sure I was real.
"I pushed you away... but I was wrong... I was so wrong..." She sobbed quietly.
She buried her face back into my neck, her tears soaking my skin.
"Please... come back to me." She begged softly, her voice barely audible. "Come back to me... huwag mo na akong iwanan... please..."
Hearing her... my strong, proud Iris... speaking so softly... so broken... taking all the blame...
I cried harder.
I held her face between my hands, forcing her to look right into my eyes. I wiped her tears gently with my thumbs.
"Shhh... tama na... stop it..." I whispered, my own tears falling onto her cheeks.
"Don't say that... hindi lang ikaw, It was my fault too.
I gave up on us too easily... iniisip ko lang yung sakit.
.. I left when I should have fought harder.
" I rested my forehead against hers, breathing her in.
"I am here. Nandito na ako... at hindi na ako aalis..You hear me? Hindi na kita iiwan. Dito na ako... sa tabi mo lang...."
She stared at me... searching for any lie... but finding only truth.
A small, broken whimper escaped her lips and she hugged me even tighter, burying herself completely against me.
"Mahal na mahal kita, Zarya..." She wept softly.
"I love you, more than the years we were apart..." I whispered back, kissing the side of her head over and over. "Higit pa sa buhay ko... You are my whole world. And I'm never letting you go again."
And there... on that mess, we just held each other.
We stayed like that for a moment, but I couldn't take it anymore.
Slowly, I pulled back just enough to look at her face clearly in the moonlight.
My thumbs gently wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks. Her skin was warm and flushed, but her eyes... oh my God, her eyes...
They were staring at me with such raw, desperate devotion. Pure need. Pure love.
I just want to be part of her life again to survive.
"Iris..." I whispered, my voice trembling. "Ang tagal... it felt like an eternity without you"
She let out a shaky breath... her hands sliding up my arms to my shoulders, until her fingers tangled into the hair at the back of my neck. She pulled me down slowly... gently... until our foreheads touched.
"Akala ko..." she murmured, her gaze fixed intensely on my lips. "I thought I lost the right to touch you... akala ko hinding hindi na kita mahahawakan ng ganito ulit"
"You never lost anything, Iris." I breathed against her mouth. "I was always been yours... only yours."
And then... she closed the gap.
Her lips touched mine.
Soft. Tentative. Testing if I was real.
It was just a gentle press at first... like she was afraid I would push her away.
But the moment she tasted me... the moment she realized I was hers to take...
She deepened the kiss.
A soft whimper escaped her throat... vibrating straight into my soul.
I can taste the alcohol from her lips, and I never thought an alcohol could taste this good.
Halos hindi ko na namalayan na mas lalong lumalalim ang halik namin at napahiga na ako sa sofa.
She's on top of me, devouring my lips.
She went from kissing my lips, to my neck. Ramdam ko na ang init sa pagitan namin, that I started to let out some soft moans.
She slowly removed my clothes, even when she's drunk she still managed to do it.
We were still on the living room, tangled together, our bodies still buzzing with the lingering heat of what we just shared. But the hunger between us wasn't fading. If anything, it was growing stronger, like we were trying to devour every second we lost while we were apart.
I sat leaning against the sofa, my legs spread, and Iris was settled perfectly between them, straddling my lap.
We were bare skin against bare skin, nothing separating us anymore.
Her lips were busy tracing a burning path down my neck, over my collarbone, her hands roaming possessively over my torso, holding me as if she was terrified I would vanish if she let go.
She was being so soft... so gentle... treating me like something sacred. And God... it was undoing me.
Then, her kisses traveled lower.
Down my chest... right to the swell of my breast.
She lifted her eyes to mine for just a split second... her gaze dark, heavy, filled with a mix of lust and absolute worship... and then she lowered her head.
I felt her hot breath fan against my sensitive skin. Her lips parted... the wet heat of her mouth hovering so close... ready to take me in completely.
But then... panic flooded my veins.
Suddenly, the past came crashing back.
All those times she loved me fiercely one moment.
.. and then treated me like I was nothing the next.
All those nights I cried because I felt I was never enough for her.
The constant fear that her love was conditional.
.. that one day she would wake up and get tired of me.
"mmmhhh...st–STOP."
The word came out sharp and shaky. My hand shot out, gripping her chin gently but firmly, stopping her just inches away from my skin.
She froze instantly.
Her eyes widened in confusion, searching my face.
"Hmm??...?" She whispered, tilting her head. "What's wrong?"
I stared at her... and I felt my eyes gloss over with tears again.
Not tears of sadness... but tears of deep, rooted insecurity.
My thumb trembled as it brushed against her soft bottom lip.
My voice came out small... broken...
sounding exactly like the vulnerable woman she had reduced me to.
"Are you sure about this...?" I asked, my gaze locking desperately into hers. "Are you really sure you want me like this right now?"
I swallowed hard, bracing myself to ask the question that had haunted me every single day we were together.
"Because... tell me the truth..." My voice cracked. "Would I still be chasing you tomorrow?"
Silence.
The air in the room grew heavy and thick.
"Would you wake up tomorrow morning, look at me... and suddenly decide that I'm too much again?" I whispered shakily. "Would you push me away again like I did something wrong... just because you changed your mind?"
I held my breath, waiting for her answer... terrified of what she would say.
But Iris didn't answer.
She didn't say a word.
She just stared at me... her expression shifting. The confusion faded... replaced by something darker. Something determined.
And then... the corner of her lips slowly lifted into a slow, knowing smirk.
It wasn't a cruel smirk.
It was the smirk of a woman who realized exactly what she needed to do.
Slowly... she pulled her chin away from my grip.
She stood up from my lap... rising to her full height right there on the floor, completely naked, looking down at me with eyes that burned into my soul.
My heart dropped.
Oh God.
She's leaving.
She's offended. She thinks I'm being dramatic.
She's going to walk away just like I feared.
My hands fell limply to my sides. I looked up at her, feeling smaller than ever, my eyes filling with fresh tears.
"I-I'm sorry..." I stammered, my voice breaking. "I... I didn't mean—"
But before I could finish...
Iris suddenly leaned forward again.
She grabbed my face with both hands... hard... possessive.
And CRASHED her lips against mine.
This wasn't soft anymore.
This wasn't gentle.
This kiss was brUTAL.
It was hungry. It was claiming. It was her marking me as hers in the most violent, passionate way possible.
She licked into my mouth, devouring my gasp, her teeth nipping at my lip until I whimpered. It was pure possession.
She pulled back just an inch, her forehead pressed hard against mine, her breathing ragged and heavy.
"I am not going to be mean to you, Zarya." She growled low in her throat, her voice thick and rough. "And I am never getting tired of you. Hinding-hindi."
Before I could even process her words, she grabbed my wrist and yanked me up to my feet.
"Come with me."
She didn't wait for me to walk on my own. She practically dragged me forward, her grip tight around my hand, pulling me through the hallway.
I stumbled after her, breathless, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
She was walking fast. Determined.
And every time I tried to slow down or look at her, she would glance back... and the look in her eyes made my knees weak. It was pure hunger. Pure need to prove a point.
We reached the door of her bedroom.
She pulled me inside and kicked the door shut behind us.
Then, she spun me around and shoved me backward until the back of my knees hit the edge of her bed.
"Sit." She commanded darkly.
I obeyed instantly, falling back onto the soft mattress.
I watched her... chest heaving... as she crawled onto the bed after me... crawling up my body like a predator stalking its prey.
She hovered over me, her hair falling like a curtain around our faces, trapping me in her world.
"You think I could ever hurt you again?" She whispered, her hand sliding down my stomach, between my legs, finding me already wet and trembling for her.
"Look at your body..." She murmured, her fingers parting my folds, touching me with agonizing slowness. "Your body remembers who I am. It knows I belong here. Alam ng katawan mo na akin ka lang."
A sharp whimper escaped my throat, my hips instinctively bucking against her hand.
"Iris..."
"Shhh... let me show you..." She whispered, leaning down until her lips brushed against the shell of my ears
And this time... when she lowered her head...
I didn't stop her.
I couldn't even if I wanted to.
She started right at the very bottom... kissing the soft skin of my ankle... then moving slowly up my calf... her lips leaving a trail of fire everywhere they touched.
She kissed the inside of my knee... that sensitive spot that made me jerk and gasp... and she smiled against my skin.
Higher... up my thigh... dangerously close to where I needed her most... but teasing me... prolonging my torture in the sweetest way possible.
"I'm sorry I didn't cherish you..." She whispered against my skin, her breath hot and wet. "I'm sorry I made you feel small.... please forgive me."
She kissed the slope of my hip bone... biting gently, marking me... claiming me.
"You were a Queen..." She murmured, moving over my stomach, her tongue darting out to taste my skin. "And I treated you like you were ordinary. Stupid... stupid me."
Finally... finally... she reached my chest.
She looked up at me from between my legs... her hair splayed wildly against my thighs... her eyes dark and gleaming with tears and lust.
"This is my new favorite view..." She whispered huskily. "You... wrecked... because of ME."
Then she turned her attention to my breasts.
She didn't rush. She took her time.
She took one hard, sensitive nipple into her hot mouth.
.. swirling her tongue around it... sucking gently at first..
. then harder... until my back was arching off the mattress, my fingers tangling violently into her hair, holding her right where I needed her.
"OH GOD... IRIS!!" I cried out, my head tossing back into the pillows.
"Yes... scream my name..." She groaned against my skin, moving to give the same attention to the other breast, pinching and rolling the other between her fingers to keep the pleasure building. "Let the whole world know who owns you.... tell them you are MINE."
"I AM YOURS!!" I sobbed out, completely unraveling. "I have always been yours!!"
That seemed to satisfy her... but she wasn't done. Not even close.
She trailed open-mouthed kisses down my sternum... down my navel... stopping right above my pulsing center.
She spread my legs wider... exposing me completely to her gaze... and I saw her eyes darken even further. She looked at me like I was a feast she had been starved from for years.
"So beautiful..." She whispered, her voice filled with awe. "Ang ganda mo... You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
And then... she buried her face.
Her tongue dove straight into my wet heat... licking me from bottom to top in one long, firm stroke that made my vision blur white.
"AHHHHH!!!"
I screamed... loud... unrestrained... exactly how she liked it.
Her tongue was magic. She knew exactly what I liked.
.. exactly where to touch... exactly the rhythm that drove me insane.
She licked... sucked... nipped... her nose rubbing against my sensitive bundle of nerves.
.. then her finger slips inside of my wet core, over and over and over again.
It was intense. It was soul-shattering.
And the whole time she did it... she was TALKING.
Muffled against my skin... her voice vibrating straight into my core... whispering things that broke my heart and put it back together at the same time.
"Do you feel this, baby...?" She hummed against my wetness. "This is how much I missed you.... I craved you like I was dying."
"I'm never letting you go again... hinding-hindi na..." it almost felt like the alcohol drives her to where we are and it left out of nowhere.
"You asked if I'd be mean tomorrow? NEVER. I will worship you every single morning when I wake up. Every single night before I sleep."
The pressure inside me was building rapidly... coiling tighter and tighter in my lower stomach... reaching a point of no return.
I was shaking... my legs trembling violently around her shoulders... my heels digging into her back, pulling her impossibly closer.
"Iris... Iris... I-I can't... I'm gonna..." I gasped, unable to even form a sentence.
She didn't stop. If anything, she doubled her efforts... her fingers joining her tongue... pushing inside me... stroking deep... hitting that spot that made me see stars.
"oh gorgeous woman.."She growled against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my entire body
And then... I shattered.
My body bowed off the bed, stretching into a perfect arch, my hands gripping the headboard so hard my knuckles turned white.
A scream tore from my throat... echoing off the walls... a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave... crashing over me...
"OH GOD... IRIS!!! IRISSSS!!!"
She didn't stop licking... didn't stop sucking... dragging every last drop of pleasure out of me... prolonging my high until I was sobbing... overstimulated... completely limp.
Only when I collapsed back onto the mattress, chest heaving, tears streaming down my face from the intensity... did she finally lift her head.
Her face was glistening... wet with my arousal... her lips swollen and red... her eyes wild and dark.
She crawled up my body slowly... wiping her mouth with the back of her hand... looking like a conquering Queen.
She kissed my forehead before she laid next to me. everything is overwhelming me right now, tears slowly falling from my eyes.
"What is it? did it hurt, hmm?" She asked, she looks so worried. but I simply shook my head.
"You are in doubt, aren't you? Tomorrow... and the day after... and every day after that... I will remind you again. And again. And again. Until you never doubt my love ever again."
She kissed me one more time.
"I promise."
"I am going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, Zarya. Starting... right... now."