Chapter 389: § REMEMBER §
Chapter 136
"Do you love him more than me?" Lyndon asked and pinned her on the bed, creating distance between their bodies, he rolled to be at her top and caged her to his arms, beneath him. He leveled their faces and peered at each other’s eyes. "Or you love me more?" He breathed heavily, heart pumping, his heart was screaming to him to stop this torture he was orchestrating himself. He gulped and waited for her answer, he could see that she was having a hard time to answer so he tilted his head and kissed her, lovingly, he took her arms and wrapped them around his neck.
Because it wasn’t a simple kiss, she replied to his intensity, which calmed his system and banged his heart at the same time. He cussed at his head and pressed her delicate body on his, he held her waist with one arm. He mashed him to her soft lips as his hand was pushing the back of her head.
Her tongue voluntarily seeped into his mouth and he gladly sucked her. "Haaah," he breathed her in, tilting his head for further access. Her slender arms were embracing his head, he could feel how welcomed he was. Her fingers, he could feel them pulling his hair harshly. It feels good...
This woman---she was nothing for him before---but now, he could die for her. He would die for her, no matter what she said, even if she loved Kraig or Matteo more than him, he didn’t care anymore.
People would always betray him anyway. Tiana and Kraig, who he trusted, end up hurting him for their selfish intentions.
Yanarym lied, she deceived him by loving Kraig at the same time. She loved him too. It was a very greedy decision for her to make. But he was not mad anymore, that meant she could not let him go either. She could choose Kraig over him but she did not.
She loved him. If she decided that she had to stick to one person. If that person was not him, he would just beg for her. Readily to accept becoming her option. His pride? He laughed and let go of her lips. A thread of their saliva glistened in the dark as they separated.
Choosing between his pride and her love. No one had to ask for more. Pride was already tossed out of the box.
"Lyndon," He opened his eyes and saw her eyes that were closed and swollen lips that were parted. She was catching her breath and despite the darkness, he could see her rosy cheeks --- so beautiful, so pretty.
"Why? Can you answer the question now?" She gulped, her hand drifted from his nape to his cheeks. He closed his eyes and felt her soft warm palm.