Chap 2

Mika

“Stop moving,” he whispered against my ear, his voice low and hoarse, sending a shiver down my spine.

I shook my head weakly, trying to stop him from what he was doing.

“S-stop—I… I…” my voice trembled, almost breaking. “I feel like I need to… pee,” I said tearfully, overwhelmed by the strange pressure building deep in my lower abdomen, a sensation I couldn’t understand but desperately wanted to escape.

I tried to grab his hands from my waist, attempting to push him away, but I gasped loudly when he suddenly caught my wrists and pinned them above my head. His grip was firm, unyielding, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to break free.

Our eyes met.

For a brief moment, I saw something unfamiliar flash across his gaze, something intense, something dangerous, but it disappeared just as quickly.

Slowly, he leaned down, his eyes dropping to my lips. I thought he was going to kiss me… but he didn’t.

Instead, he moved closer to my ear and whispered—

“You’re so innocent… it makes me want to fuck you until you can’t even walk anymore.”

His voice was quiet, but the weight of his words sent heat rushing through my body.

Before I could even react, he resumed his movements without warning.

A sharp gasp escaped my lips, followed by soft, broken moans. The strange sensation in my lower body returned stronger than before, the pressure building again, almost unbearable.

My chest rose and fell rapidly, my body moving helplessly with his rhythm. I bit my lip hard, trying to suppress the feeling, but I could tell I was close to losing control.

I forced my eyes open and found him already staring at me, his lips slightly parted, his gaze dark and focused as if he was completely consumed by me.

I felt his grip tighten around my wrists above my head, his jaw clenching as he continued.

A few more thrusts—

“Ohhhhhhh!” I cried out loudly, my entire body trembling as a powerful, unfamiliar pleasure suddenly rushed through me, overwhelming every part of my being.

My thighs shook uncontrollably as my body collapsed weakly against the bed, yet I could still feel the lingering warmth and release coursing through me.

But he didn’t stop.

He continued moving, relentless, until a deep groan escaped from him, and I felt his own release follow.

He collapsed on top of me, his breathing heavy and uneven, his weight pressing me deeper into the mattress.

I closed my eyes, completely drained, only to gasp softly when I suddenly felt his hands on my waist again.

Before I could even process it, he turned me around.

My eyes widened in shock when I felt him enter me again.

“We’re not done yet.”

My vision blurred, my body already weak as he began moving again. It felt like I couldn’t breathe, like I might completely lose consciousness from the overwhelming sensations he was giving me.

I didn’t even know if I’d still be able to walk tomorrow… or even open my eyes.

My thighs were still trembling, yet the pleasure flooding my body was impossible to ignore.

“Ohh—God…” louder moans escaped my lips, and this time, I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care if anyone heard us.

The only thing that mattered now… was him.

My cheek pressed against the soft bed as he held both my hands behind me, his movements continuing relentlessly.

This position made everything feel deeper, far more intense than before.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I heard him say, his voice rough with desire.

I cried out when he suddenly slapped my hip, the sharp sound echoing in the room, but instead of pain, it only heightened the wet heat building between my thighs.

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as the pressure returned again, stronger than before, the feeling building rapidly inside me.

My hands clenched into fists.

“I’m gonna… cum…” I managed to say, my voice breaking.

I gasped loudly when he began moving faster, harder than before.

“Yes… come for me,” he said, and I did exactly as he told me.

We both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, our breathing heavy and uneven.

Sweat dripped down my forehead, but I didn’t care. My body felt weak, and sleep was slowly pulling me under.

I felt him pull me closer by the waist, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

I let him.

I closed my eyes, ready to fall asleep, but then he suddenly spoke.

“I’m leaving tomorrow.”

My eyes snapped open.

Leaving?

Why?

“W-why?” I asked softly, not moving from where I was.

My chest felt heavy at his words, but I tried to stay calm.

“I’m going to Canada. I need to grow the company I built there,” he said, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder.

It felt like cold water had been poured over me.

He’s leaving… and that means it will be a long time before he comes back.

I stayed silent, unable to say anything, the heaviness in my chest growing stronger.

“I’ll be back… for you.”