Eight

“Your…” His eyes instantly glued to her body, taking in every shape, and the word wanting to come hung in his throat.

Every Mark on her body, her belly piercing. Everything, turning him on and taking every of his attention. Absorbing him into a world of lust and want.

Donovan couldn't look away as much as he wanted to, his lips parted and his eyes pushed backward. It was as though her body were glue, drawing him closer by the second.

He could resist women’s bodies, but not hers, there was not a single blemish on her skin. How could a woman be that pretty?

Donovan was going to raise his hand and move closer to touch her when she cleared her throat and quickly picked up the jacket. 

“Where can I change in?” she halted his moved deliberately, looking at him, her eyes shining under the warm light. 

Donovan looked away and pointed to the room next to the one he came out from. 

“You can do your business there.” He cleared his throat at the end before making his move to leave. However, as he made to walk past her, she held his hand by the wrist and moved to his face. Hence she was standing in front of him. 

He was going to pull away, he wanted to pull away, but he couldn't. The jacket dropped, and her boobs touched his chest, his eyes closed, and a soft moan fell from his lips. He moved his hand to her waist, while she wrapped her hands around his neck. 

Jasmine smiled, seeing that his eyes were closed, she was happy that she was able to tame the man. 

She pulled him closer and met her lips with his before pushing her tongue into his already parted ones. Her tongue licked the inside of his mouth and he moaned into hers, his hands gently shook from the kiss as he hadn't kissed a girl in a long time; therefore, his body was reacting to it. 

He nipped his hand at her waist side and this made her moan into his mouth. She pushed him closer before wrapping her legs around his waist, and he moved her to the wall. Her back hit the wall, a grunted moan escaped her mouth. His already-hardened dick pressed against her opening, and this made her grunt again. 

The kiss moved from subtle to rough, her hands crazily pulling his hair and his hands scurried to her boobs. Touching the soft skin of her boobs, he moaned and groaned into her mouth. His tongue rolled into her mouth, and he licked every inch of her insides while his hand played with her nipples. 

Her hands kept playing with his hair, rolling the strands with her fingers, turning him on more and more. His entire body was on edge, he hadn't been with a woman in a long while. Her skin was so soft against his palm, they was different from any woman he had ever touched. 

Donovan paused the kiss, his eyes were still closed, and he trailed his lips from hers downward—toward her neck. Jasmine groaned and lifted her head, moaning out as he trailed down her neck, nipping at her skin. 

“Damn…” she moaned out as she had never felt anything like it. 

Donovan kept moving downward, still pinching her nipples, his lips hit her cleavage, and he sucked on her skin, which made her moan increase in volume. He was going to move down, going to suck her soft and hardened nipples, but stopped. 

He stopped, gaining consciousness of what he was doing. Jasmine was expecting his lips on her cleavage, hence when she didn't get it, she opened her eyes and saw Donovan staring at her with an emotionless face. 

Donovan wondered what got over him.

He didn't say anything to her and just removed her legs from his waist roughly before walking away. 

Jasmine was left to watch his retreating figure, sadness built in her heart as she watched him. She felt rejected, and it wasn't good, she felt like her body wasn't as good and sweet as other men said. Although a part of her knew that was a big lie, she had seen herself in the mirror countless times. 

Why the hell is he like this? Why doesn't he want me? Is he truly gay, as they say? She asked herself and ended up huffing before picking up the jacket from the floor. With this, she walked into the room he had pointed at and then the bathroom where she took her bath. 

After the bath, she wore a bathrobe and went to bed. The memory from earlier really hurt her and her ego. She had never been rejected in her life by a man. 

Scumbag, I will break you. This is no longer a war between me and your friend, but a war between me and you! She left off afterward. 

The Next Day:

 “Get up.” she heard the voice in her dream. The voice sounded angelic, and against her skin, she felt a warm hand gently caressing her. 

“Get the hell up, Jasmine!” then the voice changed to a hoarse one that sent her sitting up. She rubbed her eyes and saw him standing in front of the large bed. 

Before she could say anything, he threw some clothes at her face. 

“Wear that!” he added before walking away. Jasmine watched his retreating figure, he was already dressed up so nicely, and he smelt like vanilla. His redolence got her attention more. 

Every of his action had a way it gets into her, even his frowned brows were cute to her.

 

Jasmine rubbed her eyes again and looked out the window, the sun hadn't even set yet.

 

Does this man sleep at all? She wondered, still rubbing her eyes. Eventually, she got off the bed and went to bathe before going back to the bedroom and dressing up; she had found black stiletto shoes aside the bed. 

Looking at the shoes, she wondered where he hadn't gotten the female dress and shoes from. The clothes were a black gown with tiny straps, but he laid a yellow jacket next to it. 

Does he have a girlfriend? She wondered, looking at her beautiful reflection in the mirror. 

Satisfied with her look, she rushed out of the room to the living room before the exterior of the house to find his car missing.  

“Did he leave me?” she asked, looking around. 

Wait, he left me?! 

Her eyes widened.