Chapter 88 : Wouldn't do anything to hurt Her

Ava saw Ibrahim he locked the door with a click, "Nothing happened Ibrahim. Really.... I'm okay. I swear."

Her heart thundered in her chest, a frantic bird struggling against its cage. Ava scooted towards the bed's edge, her back pressing against the cool wall. It wasn't fear of Ibrahim that chilled her, but a strange, self-inflicted terror. She knew this day would come, knew she'd react like this, yearning for his touch yet crippled by a skittishness she couldn't explain. And she also knew - this wasn't about proving her injury; it was about claiming what he desired. 

Ibrahim stood near the door and saw the tremor in her chin, the way her eyes flickered like trapped flames, the telltale flush that crept up her neck. He knew that the truth resided not in her words, but in the silent language of her body.

He slowly kicked off his boots, then his socks. The black pants hugged his lean frame, the light grey shirt clinging to his broad shoulders. He was a captivating sight, "Don't be scared, Ava. I won't dream of hurting you."

Ava watched him crawl towards her on the bed. He came slowly, as if afraid to spook a skittish bird. And she instinctively drew her knees to her chest. Ibrahim sat infront of her and their eyes locked with each other. 

Ibrahim's arm reached out, gently unwinding her defensive posture. He pulled her knees back in the previous position so he could get the access of her upper body. 

Ava trembled, her hand clenching the fabric of the satin bedsheet until it wrinkled. "Ibrahim," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "It's just a bruise." The chill of the wall at her back seeped into her skin, a stark contrast to the inferno raging within. 

 Sensing her distress, Ibrahim cupped her face, " Ssshh, Baby Girl. Let me see. It's okay." He brushed a stray strand of hair from her eyes.

Ibrahim's face was a chiseled portrait of sculpted desire, his brown eyes burning with a possessiveness. 

Ava's heart ached, a yearning she could no longer suppress. She wanted to lean into him, to melt into his embrace. And she peeled away her remaining defenses. 

Ibrahim's hand trailed down her cheek, sending goosebumps rippling across her skin. His fingers reached the collar of her blouse. She was wearing a simple navy blue blouse. It had small buttons near the neckline. 

Ibrahim's fingers lingered there for a moment, then unfastened the first button. The first button gave way, followed by the second. The sound, barely audible in the stillness, echoed like a thunderclap in Ava's ears. She avoided meeting his gaze, focusing on anything but his eyes. 

Ibrahim noticed how Ava's chest rose and fell with each rapid breath, a clear sign of her heightened state. With a calm demeanor, Ibrahim slowly slid her blouse upward, revealing her skin bit by bit. The fabric glided over her body, exposing her stomach to the cool air of the room. Ibrahim whispered, "Raise your hands, Ava."

Ava looked at him, her throat dry as she swallowed nervously. Then, she lifted her arms, allowing Ibrahim to slide the blouse more upward. As the blouse ascended, Ava's bosom began to reveal itself, the lace patterns on her matching navy blue bra emerging into view. And fabric glided over her shoulders and arms, exposing her delicate form. The blouse finally came off from from her body. Ibrahim put the blouse aside.

Ava couldn't help but feel exposed, as if her deepest desires and insecurities were laid bare for Ibrahim to see. The lace design of her bra added an elegance to her appearance, the intricate patterns tracing along her curves. And the navy blue colour of the bra emphasized the softness and allure of bosom. Her gaze was fixed on her lap, her lower lip nervously caught between her teeth. 

She looked at Ibrahim and saw the intensity of his gaze. His eyes traced over her, causing her heart to flutter within her chest. Ava could feel herself blush under his gaze.

Ibrahim's fingers traced over the outline of her bra. Ava felt a rush of warmth spreading through her body as his touch awakened a wave of desire within her. 

"Ava" Ibrahim whispered, "You are breathtakingly beautiful." His words caressed her ears.

It was a reminder that she was cherished and desired. Ava hesitated for a moment, "Ibrahim.... We....We shouldn't...." 

But before she could continue, Ibrahim gently interrupted her with a whispered, "Ssssshhhhh, Baby Girl. Close your eyes and put all the blame on me. I'm ready to take it."

That meant Ava didn't have fight with her emotions and desires. It was Ibrahim who started and it was always him. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

Ibrahim's hands reached behind her. And his fingers unhooked her bra. Ava trembled slightly by his touch. He smoothly slid it off her body, tossing it aside. A moment of silence passed, and then he let out a soft, appreciative breath. His heart skipped a beat. He was rendered speechless his wildest dreams. A slow smile spread across his face. "Oh Baby Girl! You are a vision beyond compare. The glow.... " Ibrahim murmured. His gaze lingered on the contours of her bare bosoms. He was just mesmerized..

Ibrahim gently repositioned Ava from her seated position by the wall to the softness of the bed. He ensured her head gently rested on the soft pillow, and Ava kept her eyes closed throughout the transition. Then he hovered over Ava by positioning his legs on either side of her body, like the pillars of a temple, supporting and protecting the sacred space they were entering.

Leaning in, he pressed his lips to her cheeks and forehead. Then his lips travelled down the expense of her neck, leaving a trail of warmth and desire in their wake. 

Ava's body reacted instinctively. She inhaled faster and her heart race with each tender touch of Ibrahim's lips. She clenched the bedsheet tightly again, her fingers entwined in the fabric like vibes clinging to a trellis. The sensation ignite a fire within her, consuming her senses and living her yearning for more.

Ava murmured with a shaky voice, "Didn't you say you were just checking the bruise? What are you doing?" 

Ibrahim paused his kisses, breaking away from the intimate moment, and lifted his head to respond, "Don't trust me blindly, baby girl."

Then he resumed his actions. Ibrahim's thumb touched gently over her lightly bruised nipple, a shiver rain down her spine. And she felt a both pleasure and slide soreness from the small bruise that remained. 

With each gentle circle of Ibrahim's thumb, Ava's nipple responded eagerly. He noticed how the stimulation caused her nipple to harden, becoming more erect and sensitive to his touch.

Ibrahim looked at her to see her reaction. Ava's lips.... were pressed tightly together, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh as she fought to suppress the moan's that threatened to escape. Her eyes closed, shutting out the world around her. 

Then his gaze flickered back to her nipple. There was a hunger in his eyes and he knew what was to come next. He leaned in and began to suck on it. A soft gasp escape from Ava's lips. Her back arched, her body seeking more of Ibrahim's touch. The sensation of his warm, wet mouth on her nipple sent waves of ecstasy washing over her, making her toes curl and her grip on the bedsheet tighten.

Ibrahim continue to suck and his hands were caressing her neck and shoulder. The subtle flicks and movements of his tongue against her sensitive flesh teased Ava. Ibrahim action gradually increased, causing Ava's pleasure to escalate. 

Ava couldn't help but let out a low, breathy moan, her lips parted slightly. She tried hard not to but her body wasn't in her control. Her every nerve feel alive. She never thought that the act of her nipple sucking could be so incredibly pleasurable. Her body responded with trembles. She murmured, "Stop Ibrahim.... I...I can't take this." 

Part of her wanted Ibrahim to stop , but another part of her - captivated by the ecstasy through her veins, longed for him to continue.

When Ibrahim's hand shifted its focus to her other bosom, Ava felt another electric shock in her body. Ava's chest rose and fall with each cricket bread as his fingers begin to message the other bosom. Her moans grew louder and louder. Sweat formed on her forehead, evidence of the passion that consumed her. 

Opening her eyes, Ava gazed down at Ibrahim. The way he explored and caressed her bosom .... She couldn't explain. She just realised that she could trust Ibrahim with her desires and that he understood her needs without the need for words.

After a moment, Ibrahim withdrew his mouth. But his gaze remained fixated on Ava's bosom.....