Todos os capítulos de MEND ME IF YOU CAN.: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The moment we crossed the threshold of Travian’s apartment, it was as though the air itself shifted—charged with something raw, electric, desperate.Before I could even take a breath, my back slammed against the wall with a dull thud, and then—he was on me.Not like a lover.Like a starved, feral predator.His hunger was suffocating. Not just for my body… but for the closeness we’d been denied for too long. It blinded him, overwhelmed me. He crashed his lips into mine, not with tenderness, but with urgency—teeth clashing, tongues warring. He kissed me like he’d been drowning for months and my mouth held the only oxygen that could save him.His tongue forced its way past my lips, not asking—demanding, claiming. As if there was something buried deep inside me he needed to reclaim. And I let him. I let him take and take and take, because I needed him just as badly. My knees gave way, barely held up by the wall, by his body, by the sheer force of my craving.This was insane. I was insane.

It was one of those nights where the world disappeared—where nothing else mattered except the two of us, entangled in a mess of lust and longing. His taste lingered on my tongue, raw and intense, and I licked my lips instinctively, wiping away the final droplets of his release. My breath was still unsteady, my skin warm, flushed, and tingling.Travian fell back against the bed, his chest rising and falling with the same uneven rhythm as mine. He lay beside me now, head-to-head, our legs stretching toward opposite directions, the sheets tangled between us like the evidence of something sacred and forbidden.He turned his head slowly, eyes locking with mine. “You’re amazing,” he said, voice hoarse but sincere, and that one simple compliment sent a wave of heat rushing through my cheeks, flooding my ears.I didn’t know how to react. I hadn’t expected that—hadn’t expected him to say it with such raw honesty. So I deflected, murmuring back, “You’re not so bad yourself.” I kept my tone low,

My entire body convulsed as the climax took over—waves of pleasure surged through me, raw and unrelenting, until I collapsed against him, trembling in his embrace. My breath came in ragged gasps, my chest heaving as the aftershocks shuddered through every inch of my being. It wasn’t just the release—it was the way he held me through it, the way his presence anchored me, soothed me, even as I unraveled.His hands gripped me tightly as he spilled himself deep inside, warm and thick, claiming me with his release. But he didn’t stop. His mouth stayed on me, his lips brushing along the sensitive column of my neck with slow, languid kisses that made me melt all over again. Every little touch, every little graze, reminded me that he wasn’t done—not physically, not emotionally.“I want us to stay like this,” he growled, his voice low and animalistic, thick with desire and something possessive. “So my cum can linger more inside of you.”My body clenched around the heat he left inside me, and t

Travian came by at the café, but I was too busy to attend to him. The day had kicked off with such a rush, and as the hours ticked by, the chaos only grew. Today was busy—so busy that I barely had time to rest. Orders poured in like a relentless tide, customers filled every seat, and the hum of chatter mixed with the clatter of dishes never seemed to end. I moved on autopilot, one task after the other, barely catching my breath in between. But from time to time, I would glance over at them.My eyes, almost like they had a mind of their own, drifted in his direction every now and then. Travian sat there, composed and calm, a stark contrast to my inner whirlwind. He seemed to understand the situation—perhaps reading the exhaustion on my face or the way I avoided lingering near them. And so, he kept his actions professional. Most of the time, he talked with Tyla regarding work, I guess. Their conversation looked serious but light—efficient, maybe even pleasant. There were no unnecessar

The day felt strangely stretched, like time itself had slowed down just to toy with my thoughts. Every second seemed heavier than the last, and I couldn't stop my mind from spiraling.Would everything fall into place if I gave him a chance? Could I be loved—not just affectionately, but in the way my soul has always craved? The kind of love that wraps itself around your bones and whispers “you’re safe” even when the world is burning?"You seem a little off-minded. Are you okay?" Luke’s voice cut through the thick fog of my thoughts, pulling me back to the present.I wished I could lie. I wished I could flash that perfectly constructed smile I wore on days when I was falling apart inside—on the days when pretending was easier than facing the truth. But today, I couldn’t summon it. I couldn't hide behind the usual mask.Luke noticed. He always does. With quiet understanding, he stepped closer and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. His touch grounded me. His voice, even softer than usua