บททั้งหมดของ When Desire Becomes A Sin : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Caleb’s POV Inside the car, everything felt dark. Quiet. Suffocating. The door shut. She sat beside me. But she felt miles away. My hands gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. The engine hummed, pero ang tanging naririnig ko ay ang mabilis, hindi pantay na paghinga niya. And every second of her silence sliced clean through me. “Lyra…” I said slowly. No response. My jaw ticked. Jealousy, fear, frustration ólahat sabay-sabay kumirot sa dibdib ko. “You shouldn’t have left like that,” I muttered. “Hindi mo alam kung anong ginawa sa—” “Caleb, please.” Two words. Fragile. Shaking. I froze. She wasn’t crying, but she was holding everything in so tightly it hurt just watching her. She stared out the window, breath trembling. “I just… I just wanted to breathe.” My stomach dropped. She let out a shaky exhale, her voice barely steady: “Gusto ko lang makahinga, Caleb. Kahit konti.” My fingers loosened on the wheel. Then her voice

Lyra’s POV The moment his arms wrapped around me, something inside my chest something tight, something suffocating finally loosened. For the first time tonight… I could breathe. But the problem was simple and terrifying: I could breathe because of him. His scent clean, masculine, painfully familiar washed over me, and it made my heart stumble in a way I’ve spent years trying to avoid. His hand was warm against the back of my head, steadying me as if he knew exactly how close I was to falling apart. And maybe I was. “Lyra…” he murmured against my hair, voice low, raw, too gentle for a man who had kept himself frozen for so long. My fingers curled unconsciously into his shirt. God. I shouldn’t feel safe like this. Not with him. Not after everything. But I did. I lifted my head slowly, unsure if I was ready to meet his eyes. But he was already looking at me really looking like he was trying to memorize every shaken breath I took. The air between us shi

Lyra’s POV I thought he would stop when we reached the peak of glory, but I was wrong. Before I could even catch my breath, his lips were on me again, trailing slowly from the back of my neck, across my shoulder, and down my spine, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. Every brush of his lips sent shivers through me, making my skin tingle, ache, and crave more. My body reacted before my mind could even process it, trembling under the weight of his touch, craving him, needing him. His hand slid over my chest, kneading and teasing, fingers pressing into me as if memorizing every curve, every hollow, every inch of my skin. Heat pooled low in my belly, making me arch involuntarily toward him, desperate for more contact. Each touch was a slow, intoxicating burn, and I could feel his own desire pressing insistently against me, every movement deliberate, every caress claiming me. “Caleb…” I whispered, my voice breaking into a moan as my hands clutched at him, tugging him closer

Caleb’s POV Ang umaga ay tahimik isang uri ng katahimikan na bihira sa buhay ko. Walang kaluskos ng mga papel walang kahit anong distraction sa loob ng silid Tanging kaming dalawa lang ang naroon. Nakahiga ako patagilid, nakaharap sa kanya, pinagmamasdan ang bawat mahinhing paghinga niya habang mahimbing siyang natutulog isang tanawing hindi ko na gugustuhin mawala ulit. Matagal ko siyang pinagmasdan ang mukha niyang hindi nagbago. Maganda pa rin ang mga mata niya, na may mahahabang pilikmata, at ang labi niyang natural na mapula… mga labi niyang gusto kong halikan nang paulit-ulit. Five years, Lyra. Five damn years kung hinintay ang oagbabalik mo sa bawat araw, five long years kitang pinanabikan bawat gabi. At ngayong nandito ka na sa tabi ko… I swear, hinding-hindi ko na hahayaang mawala ka sakin ulit. Sigaw iyon ng isip ko habang hindi ko maalis ang tingin ko sa kanya Nasa ganoon pa rin akong posisyon nakahiga patagilid, paharap at nakatitig sa mukha niya nang unti-u

Lyra’s POV Hindi ko alam kung kailan eksaktong nagbago ang mundo ko. Kung noong sinabi niya sa akin ang will you marry me, o noong sumagot ako sa kanya ng oo. Ang alam ko lang, paggising ko kinabukasan, ibang-iba na ang hangin sa paligid ko. Parang mas magaan parang may direksyon na ulit ang puso ko. Nang bumaba ako sa unang palapag ng bahay namin, nadatnan ko si Caleb sa dining area. Naka-white shirt siya at shorts, kausap ang isa sa mga kasambahay habang inaayos ang mesa. May chef na abalang naglalatag ng almusal tahimik, maingat, at halatang sanay na sa ganitong klaseng trabaho. Nang makita niya ako, ngumiti siya. Iyong ngiting limang taon kong hindi nakita. “Good morning,” bati niya. May kakaibang kiliti sa dibdib ko nang marinig ko iyon. Simpleng salita lang, pero parang gumaan ang pakiramdam ko. “Good morning,” sagot ko. Lumapit siya sa akin at marahang hinalikan ang noo ko “What do you want for breakfast?” tanong niya. “Anything,” sagot ko, may ngiti.