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Chapter 32: Rizal (Act 7)
The weight of their conversation hung in the air as Rizal stood up, his movements still stiff but less awkward than before. "We should go," he said quietly, glancing at the clock. "It’s getting late." He hesitated for a moment, his voice softening as he added, "I’ll drop you off somewhere nearby your flat block… so no one sees you with me."
Lina nodded, her mind still racing with everything that had been said and done. "Alright," she agreed softly, pulling the sheet tighter around her body.
She shifted uncomfortably, aware of her nudity beneath the thin fabric. "Rizal…" she began, her voice tentative, "I need a bit of privacy to get dressed." Her eyes flickered toward him, searching for understanding.
Rizal immediately nodded, his expression sheepish. "I can leave the room if you’d prefer," he offered, already taking a step toward the door.
"No, it’s fine," Lina replied quickly, her tone reassuring. "Just… face the other side until I tell you it’s okay."
Rizal complied without hesitation, turning his back to her and putting a few steps of distance between them. He stared intently at the wall ahead, focusing on the faint cracks in the paint to distract himself.
Behind him, he heard the rustle of the sheets as Lina slipped out of bed, followed by the soft sound of her bare feet padding across the floor.
What Rizal hadn’t noticed earlier was the small mirror hanging on the wall that is positioned at just the right angle to reflect the room behind him. His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of Lina in the reflection, standing fully nude with her back to him. She was inspecting the faint blue-black marks scattered across her fair skin, her fingers brushing gingerly over the tender areas. The red palm prints on her inviting ass were stark against the smoothness of her flesh, a vivid reminder of his earlier intensity.
Guilt surged through him as he saw her wince, his chest tightening at the sight of her discomfort. "I’m such an idiot," he thought bitterly, his jaw clenching. He tried to look away, to give her the privacy she deserved, but his gaze kept drifting back to the mirror, drawn irresistibly to her exposed form.
Lina seemed unaware of his struggle, her focus entirely on getting dressed. She bent slightly to pick up her panties from the floor, and Rizal’s breath hitched as the curve of her ass shifted enticingly. His cock stirred almost involuntarily, a slow heat building in his groin that he fought desperately to suppress. "Stop it," he scolded himself internally, "She doesn’t deserve this. Not after everything."
But his body betrayed him. As Lina straightened and stepped into her panties, his eyes followed the movement, tracing the line of her hips and thighs. When she reached for her bra and began to strap it on, his heart raced. The sight of her ample breasts spilling slightly over the cups sent a jolt of arousal through him. He could see the shadow of her side boobs as she adjusted the straps, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms.
"She’s beautiful," he thought helplessly, "So damn beautiful." The realization only deepened his guilt, a sharp contrast to the primal need stirring within him. He wanted to look away, to give her the respect she deserved, but he couldn’t. His eyes remained glued to the mirror, drinking in every detail even as his conscience screamed at him to stop.
Lina took her time, unaware of the storm raging inside him. Rizal couldn’t tear his eyes away from the mirror, the image of Lina standing there, naked and vulnerable, etched into his mind. It was a bittersweet torment, a cruel reminder of both his desire for her and the guilt that gnawed at him. “This has to stop,” he told himself firmly, his voice trembling with resolve. “Before I do something I’ll regret even more.” But his body betrayed his conscience, his cock throbbing painfully beneath his pants. The ache was unbearable, a primal need that threatened to consume him.
He rose slowly from the edge of the bed, his movements deliberate yet hesitant. Lina was in the midst of strapping her bra, her back still turned to him, her creamy skin glowing softly in the dim light. She was oblivious to his internal struggle, her focus entirely on getting dressed. But Rizal’s heart pounded in his chest as he stepped closer, his hand trembling slightly as he reached out to touch her shoulder.
The moment his fingertips brushed her skin, Lina jolted, a startled gasp escaping her lips. Reacting quickly, Rizal cupped her mouth with his other hand, his touch firm but gentle. “Shh,” he whispered, his voice a low, desperate plea. “I don’t want to hurt you, Lina. I just… I can’t help it. I can’t stop looking at you.”
Lina’s eyes widened as she felt his warmth behind her, his body so close she could feel the heat radiating off him. She tried to pull away, but he held her steady, his grip firm but not painful. “Rizal, please,” she begged, her voice muffled against his hand. “Don’t do this. You said you wouldn’t hurt me again.”
“And I won’t,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “But I can’t deny how beautiful you are, Lina. Even with the bruises....especially because of the bruises. You’re exquisite.” His voice was filled with a mix of awe and longing, his words sending shivers down her spine.
Lina’s heart raced as she heard the unmistakable sound of Rizal unbuckling his belt, followed by the soft rustle of fabric as he slid his pants down. She closed her eyes tightly, tears welling up as she whispered, “Please, Rizal… don’t.”
But he didn’t stop. Slowly, he removed his briefs, his hardness pressing against her lower back as he reached for her hand. Guiding it gently, he placed her palm against his cock, the heat and firmness of it making her shudder. “Feel me, Lina,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “Feel how much I want you.”
She trembled as he released her mouth, his hands moving to the straps of her bra. With a swift yet careful motion, he slid them off her shoulders and let the garment fall to the floor. His palms cupped her breasts, his touch soft and reverent as he explored their fullness. “God, you’re perfect,” he breathed, his lips brushing against the nape of her neck in a slow, sensual kiss.
Lina’s breaths came in shallow gasps, her body caught between fear and a creeping warmth she couldn’t ignore. Despite her initial reluctance, she found herself responding to his touch, a faint spark of desire igniting within her. But the memory of his earlier ferocity lingered, a constant reminder of what could happen if she let things go too far.
Rizal’s hands trailed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. She stiffened, her voice trembling as she pleaded, “Rizal, no… don’t.”
“I need to feel all of you,” he murmured, ignoring her half-hearted protests as he slid the delicate fabric down her legs. He stepped back only long enough to remove her panties completely before pressing himself against her once more, both of them now completely bare.
His hands returned to her breasts, kneading them gently as he began to move against her, grinding his hips in slow, deliberate motions. His lips trailed kisses along her neck and shoulders, each one sending ripples of sensation through her body. “You’re so warm,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “So soft. I don’t ever want to let you go.”
Lina’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wanted to push him away, to demand that he stop, but the heat pooling in her core made it difficult to think clearly. Her body was betraying her, responding to his touch despite her growing unease. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks as she whispered, “Rizal… we can’t…”
But he didn’t listen. Instead, he continued to worship her body with his hands and lips, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing out every sensation until she felt herself teetering on the edge of something dangerous.
The weight of their conversation hung in the air as Rizal stood up, his movements still stiff but less awkward than before. "We should go," he said quietly, glancing at the clock. "It’s getting late." He hesitated for a moment, his voice softening as he added, "I’ll drop you off somewhere nearby your flat block… so no one sees you with me."
Lina nodded, her mind still racing with everything that had been said and done. "Alright," she agreed softly, pulling the sheet tighter around her body.
She shifted uncomfortably, aware of her nudity beneath the thin fabric. "Rizal…" she began, her voice tentative, "I need a bit of privacy to get dressed." Her eyes flickered toward him, searching for understanding.
Rizal immediately nodded, his expression sheepish. "I can leave the room if you’d prefer," he offered, already taking a step toward the door.
"No, it’s fine," Lina replied quickly, her tone reassuring. "Just… face the other side until I tell you it’s okay."
Rizal complied without hesitation, turning his back to her and putting a few steps of distance between them. He stared intently at the wall ahead, focusing on the faint cracks in the paint to distract himself.
Behind him, he heard the rustle of the sheets as Lina slipped out of bed, followed by the soft sound of her bare feet padding across the floor.
What Rizal hadn’t noticed earlier was the small mirror hanging on the wall that is positioned at just the right angle to reflect the room behind him. His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of Lina in the reflection, standing fully nude with her back to him. She was inspecting the faint blue-black marks scattered across her fair skin, her fingers brushing gingerly over the tender areas. The red palm prints on her inviting ass were stark against the smoothness of her flesh, a vivid reminder of his earlier intensity.
Guilt surged through him as he saw her wince, his chest tightening at the sight of her discomfort. "I’m such an idiot," he thought bitterly, his jaw clenching. He tried to look away, to give her the privacy she deserved, but his gaze kept drifting back to the mirror, drawn irresistibly to her exposed form.
Lina seemed unaware of his struggle, her focus entirely on getting dressed. She bent slightly to pick up her panties from the floor, and Rizal’s breath hitched as the curve of her ass shifted enticingly. His cock stirred almost involuntarily, a slow heat building in his groin that he fought desperately to suppress. "Stop it," he scolded himself internally, "She doesn’t deserve this. Not after everything."
But his body betrayed him. As Lina straightened and stepped into her panties, his eyes followed the movement, tracing the line of her hips and thighs. When she reached for her bra and began to strap it on, his heart raced. The sight of her ample breasts spilling slightly over the cups sent a jolt of arousal through him. He could see the shadow of her side boobs as she adjusted the straps, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms.
"She’s beautiful," he thought helplessly, "So damn beautiful." The realization only deepened his guilt, a sharp contrast to the primal need stirring within him. He wanted to look away, to give her the respect she deserved, but he couldn’t. His eyes remained glued to the mirror, drinking in every detail even as his conscience screamed at him to stop.
Lina took her time, unaware of the storm raging inside him. Rizal couldn’t tear his eyes away from the mirror, the image of Lina standing there, naked and vulnerable, etched into his mind. It was a bittersweet torment, a cruel reminder of both his desire for her and the guilt that gnawed at him. “This has to stop,” he told himself firmly, his voice trembling with resolve. “Before I do something I’ll regret even more.” But his body betrayed his conscience, his cock throbbing painfully beneath his pants. The ache was unbearable, a primal need that threatened to consume him.
He rose slowly from the edge of the bed, his movements deliberate yet hesitant. Lina was in the midst of strapping her bra, her back still turned to him, her creamy skin glowing softly in the dim light. She was oblivious to his internal struggle, her focus entirely on getting dressed. But Rizal’s heart pounded in his chest as he stepped closer, his hand trembling slightly as he reached out to touch her shoulder.
The moment his fingertips brushed her skin, Lina jolted, a startled gasp escaping her lips. Reacting quickly, Rizal cupped her mouth with his other hand, his touch firm but gentle. “Shh,” he whispered, his voice a low, desperate plea. “I don’t want to hurt you, Lina. I just… I can’t help it. I can’t stop looking at you.”
Lina’s eyes widened as she felt his warmth behind her, his body so close she could feel the heat radiating off him. She tried to pull away, but he held her steady, his grip firm but not painful. “Rizal, please,” she begged, her voice muffled against his hand. “Don’t do this. You said you wouldn’t hurt me again.”
“And I won’t,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “But I can’t deny how beautiful you are, Lina. Even with the bruises....especially because of the bruises. You’re exquisite.” His voice was filled with a mix of awe and longing, his words sending shivers down her spine.
Lina’s heart raced as she heard the unmistakable sound of Rizal unbuckling his belt, followed by the soft rustle of fabric as he slid his pants down. She closed her eyes tightly, tears welling up as she whispered, “Please, Rizal… don’t.”
But he didn’t stop. Slowly, he removed his briefs, his hardness pressing against her lower back as he reached for her hand. Guiding it gently, he placed her palm against his cock, the heat and firmness of it making her shudder. “Feel me, Lina,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “Feel how much I want you.”
She trembled as he released her mouth, his hands moving to the straps of her bra. With a swift yet careful motion, he slid them off her shoulders and let the garment fall to the floor. His palms cupped her breasts, his touch soft and reverent as he explored their fullness. “God, you’re perfect,” he breathed, his lips brushing against the nape of her neck in a slow, sensual kiss.
Lina’s breaths came in shallow gasps, her body caught between fear and a creeping warmth she couldn’t ignore. Despite her initial reluctance, she found herself responding to his touch, a faint spark of desire igniting within her. But the memory of his earlier ferocity lingered, a constant reminder of what could happen if she let things go too far.
Rizal’s hands trailed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. She stiffened, her voice trembling as she pleaded, “Rizal, no… don’t.”
“I need to feel all of you,” he murmured, ignoring her half-hearted protests as he slid the delicate fabric down her legs. He stepped back only long enough to remove her panties completely before pressing himself against her once more, both of them now completely bare.
His hands returned to her breasts, kneading them gently as he began to move against her, grinding his hips in slow, deliberate motions. His lips trailed kisses along her neck and shoulders, each one sending ripples of sensation through her body. “You’re so warm,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “So soft. I don’t ever want to let you go.”
Lina’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wanted to push him away, to demand that he stop, but the heat pooling in her core made it difficult to think clearly. Her body was betraying her, responding to his touch despite her growing unease. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks as she whispered, “Rizal… we can’t…”
But he didn’t listen. Instead, he continued to worship her body with his hands and lips, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing out every sensation until she felt herself teetering on the edge of something dangerous.
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