All Chapters of Calor Del Cielo: Bittersweet Taste Of Your Love: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

She had already told me to stop pursuing her, but I really couldn't. No matter how much she rejected me and pushed me away, even though it was obvious she was avoiding me, I kept going. Little did she know, every rejection, every cold shoulder, every attempt to push me away only fueled the fire I felt for her. The more I chased her, the more I desired to possess her completely. It was the first time I felt this way about a woman, and it was the first time I'd loved so intensely and deeply. It's only ever been her, and I felt like I was going crazy at the thought of not having her. Even though I looked like a fool pursuing and forcing myself on her, even though I was getting hurt by her constant rejections, I still couldn't stop. I just loved her so deeply; I could only persevere.When she told me she was sick and tired of me pursuing her and forcing myself on her, that despite all my efforts, she hadn't developed even a single feeling for me, the despair and bitterness I felt

She continued to avoid me again, constantly insisting that what happened was a mistake. I couldn't understand her. It was obvious that her heart belonged to me, that she couldn't even resist the pull of my kisses and the warmth of my embrace, yet, she stubbornly insisted that I leave her be. I couldn't grasp why she couldn't leave that bastard and take a chance on the love I was so ready to offer?It even came to the point where that bastard and I ran into each other and got into a fistfight in front of her apartment. I swear, I was ready to fight for her until my last breath. I'll admit, that bastard was a formidable opponent, strong and agile, managing to land several painful blows at me. I was about to retaliate and land another punch to unleash my fury, but Gav intervened, shielding him with an embrace. The sight of her genuine concern for that bastard was like a physical blow to me, leaving me reeling. Feeling hurt, I stumbled away that night, defeated and heartbroken.

Instead of heading straight to the sterile comfort of my penthouse, I found myself drawn to a dimly lit, high-end bar. It was a desperate detour after landing from a week-long business deal in Singapore. I don't know, maybe I just wanted a temporary escape. I knew I'd just be upset and think about my problem even more when I was alone in my place, so it was better to get drunk first so I could actually get some good sleep tonight.I sat on one of the high stools at the front bar and ordered a glass of scotch, finishing it in one gulp before ordering another. My body was tired from the trip, but my mind wouldn't cooperate. I've been worried for days now on how to stop Gav from marrying that man. I also don't want to go to her apartment tonight either because I know she will just push me away and  won't face me.She felt obligated to this man, but it's not enough for her to dedicate the rest of her life just to repay his kindness. She's too kind and compassionate, t

He gently guided me to one of the plush couches in his living room when we got inside his penthouse. He offered me a drink, a simple courtesy that underscored the silent tension between us. Then he sat beside me, close enough that our arms brushed - a fleeting touch that sent a jolt through me. Just a little brush of his arm against mine, and I felt like I was being electrocuted by his touch. This is why I don't trust myself whenever we're alone.I had a feeling he felt that tension too because he stared intently at me and cleared his throat before speaking."I heard you and he broke up," he murmured, his voice soft, laced with a tenderness that made my heart ache."How did you find out?" I saw him become hesitant to answer and looked unrelaxed."We just had a misunderstanding, we'll work it out soon," I lied."Liar," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "I know you're over."So he already knew. But from whom? Who had told him? I couldn't

I was completely weak, while he still looked eager and full of stamina. After indulging in that most intimate part of my womanhood and savoring every intoxicating drop of my juices, he slowly arose and removed his belt along with his pants and boxer briefs. He spread my legs wider, and I willingly stretched them even further for him. He firmly held my parted knees and then positioned himself between my legs. He stared at me with a look full of love, yearning, and desire, then without hesitation, he staked his claim on me and penetrated me.His thrusts were intense and a bit aggressive, and I gasped because it was a bit painful. I remember it has been a while since we last did it. He seemed to sense my discomfort because he had a bit of difficulty entering my opening, so he slowed down and became gentle as he pushed and pulled. Gosh, he was so damn big that my opening couldn't cope immediately and that it was being stretched so much whenever he was entering it. When I felt him