Chapter 89 : "Just One more time, baby girl." 

After a moment, Ibrahim withdrew his mouth. But his gaze remained fixated on Ava's bosom. The sight before him was captivating, with her bosom adorned by a thin layer of his saliva. The lights in the room cast a shimmering glow upon her bosom and created an ethereal effect that heightened it's allure. 

The sight of her nipples, perched delicately stop her bosom. Unable to contain his appreciation any longer. Ibrahim found himself compelled to pay a compliment to Ava, "Do you know, baby girl? You are a truly a work of art..... You are truly stunning." 

However as his words reached Ava's ears, she turned her head to the side, unable to meet his gaze. The vulnerability of being half naked caused a wave of embarassment to wash over her. She instantly covered her breasts and turned her body. Turning to the right side, away from Ibrahim, she hoped to create a physical and emotional distance between them.

Ibrahim also let his body fall to the side beside her on the bed. Finally a new step had been taken by him. He exhaled peacefully looking at the ceiling. 

In that moment, a sudden and unexpected sound reached Ibrahim's ears—a silent sob escaping from Ava.

Tears began to fall from her eyes, dampening the pillow beneath her. Ava herself was unsure of the reason for her tears, but they flowed nonetheless.

 Ibrahim, who was facing the ceiling, turned towards her and gently placed his hand on her arm. He was facing her bare back, "Why are you crying, Baby girl?" His words were filled with genuine concern, seeking to understand the source of her tears.

Through her tears, Ava managed to express her belief, "We shouldn't do this. We are crossing the line..... We should stop." 

Ibrahim placed a soft kiss on her bare back, "We are meant for each other, Ava. I understand your feelings. No matter how many times you try to hide them, you can't. Every person has their physical needs and we all go through a process. Some go slowly, and some go fast..... it's our choice."

Ava, still hesitant to reveal her true feelings for Ibrahim, "There is nothing inside my heart... it's empty... you're getting the wrong idea." 

Ibrahim shifted closer to Ava and traced his fingertips along the soft expanse of her bare back, "Okay, I believe your lie."

Ava trembled by his touch and said, "I am not lying."

Ibrahim's touch became even more tender as he spoke softly, almost as if he was speaking directly to Ava's heart, "I understand your fears, Baby girl. Love can be scary but it's also a beautiful and transformative journey. We shouldn't deny ourselves the chance to experience that. I gave you enough time, Ava. And now I'll be more bold. But don't worry, we can take things at a slow pace."

Ava didn't reply. She just listened. Her tears stopped. In Ibrahim's touch, she felt seen and accepted for who she truly was. It was as if he could read her thoughts, her fears and her hidden desires. Ibrahim had the power to unravel her, to unlock the truth of her own desires, even if she couldn't find the courage to voice.

Ibrahim's fingers glided along her back and eventually found the back mole on her waist. Before their marriage when Ibrahim saw her while changing her dress through a drone camera, he thought it was a beauty mark but it was a black little mole. 

He traced circles around, caressing the tiny mole that adorn her skin. Ava hadn't expected Ibrahim to discover the mole. She could feel weight of his attention on that mole, as if it held a deeper significance beyond its physical appearance. Did he find her mole attractive?

But the moment didn't end there. She felt his hands on her bare waist. Ibrahim's fingers traced the contours of her waist. Ibrahim, finding her irresistibly sexy, was like an artist elaborating on a masterpiece, revealing hidden nuances. His touch was a slow exploration that made Ava confront the desires she had concealed.

Ava's body trembled slightly, her nervousness palpable in the way she tightly covered her bosom. This time, however, she kept her eyes open, fixing her gaze upon the plain wall infront of her.

Sensing her reaction, Ibrahim's own emotions swirled within him. He moved closer to her, his body pressing against her back and the fabric of his shirt brushed against her skin.

But as his touch grew more intimate, a tremor ran through Ava's body, as if a delicate butterfly had awakened within her, fluttering its wings with uncertainty. Ibrahim had started to plant soft kisses on her bare back. His soft kisses on her back were not just kisses; they were a blend of subtlety and hunger. As he sucked gently, Ava's body arched instantly. Shockwaves went through her body. It was as if a thousand tiny sparks ignited within her, setting her aflame. 

 Ava's breath caught between gasps of surprise and moans of delight, like a melody caught in the swell. Ibrahim's soft and velvety lips moved as if he was tracing a secret map to her deepest desires.

Slowly, his fingers retraced their path, returning to the canvas of her bosom, where Ava's hands took refuge, guarding the tender vulnerability beneath. 

When Ibrahim tried to move Ava's hand, but Ava protested, "No, enough is enough. You had taken enough." 

Ibrahim whispered in her ear, "Just One more time, baby girl." 

Ava firmly said, "Ibrahim, seriously, we should stop now. It's too much. I need to get dressed; you should go outside."

And Ibrahim furrowed. He already saw her upper body, "Why should I go outside? You can get dressed in front of me."

"It's embarassing to get dressed in front of you." Ava replied. 

Ibrahim placed a soft kiss on her neck, "Move your hands. I'll go after sometime." 

Ava hesitated for a moment, her hands covering her bosom protectively. Looking at the wall, she asked, "Promise?"

Ibrahim told, "Yes." In a gentle yet firm motion, Ibrahim took hold of Ava's wrists. He guided her hands away, allowing her bosom to be exposed once more. Ava, looking at the wall, clenched her jaw.

Then his hands returned to her beauty and grabbed it, his fingers encircling the softness as he started to squeeze. Ava's body got tensed once again and closed her eyes. But she tried to contain the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to escape her lips.

 Like a sculptor shaping clay with a gentle touch, Ibrahim's hands applied a subtle pressure to her bosom. His fingers gradually tightened his grip. In the face of Ava's silence, Ibrahim's desire grew stronger. He longed to hear her voice, to know the impact his touch had on her. "Make sounds for me, Baby Girl. Let me hear you," he whispered. 

But Ava remained resolute, determined to resist the urge to moan. Her body burned with desire, the intensity of Ibrahim's touch igniting a fire within her. Yet she fought against the rising tide of pleasure, striving to maintain her composure. As Ibrahim pressed more firmly on her bosom, his touch becoming bolder, Ava's resolve began to waver. The pleasure became too intense to bear in silence, and despite her best efforts, a soft moan escaped her lips "Aaahh!"

Ibrahim replied with a smirk, "You should make more sounds like that, you know?"

Despite facing away from him, Ava could imagine that smirk that played on his face. Succumbing to his touch, Ava continued to moan as Ibrahim's grip grew tighter, the veins within her bosom were burning. 

Ava mustered the strength to speak, her voice quivering, "Ibrahim....end it here now." Ibrahim paused but not before giving her nipple a sharp pinch.

He sighed, "I'm waiting outside, come soon. It's dinner time." Gently patting her arm and leaving a lingering kiss on her neck, Ibrahim departed from the room, the sound of the closing door echoing in Ava's ears.

Finally able to turn around, Ava discovered that she was alone. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she hurriedly retrieved her bra and blouse, quickly dressing herself. She looked around the unfamiliar room and realized it was her first time seeing it. Ava didn't even know how many rooms were there in the Rahman Mansion. 

She rose from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. Washing her face with the cool, Ava tried to soak the coolness inside her. She looked at the bathroom mirror and couldn't help but think that he left her feeling incomplete this time too, focusing his attention on one bosom and leaving the other untouched, shattering the delicate equilibrium within her. But She couldn't get the intention of Ibrahim. He did the deal with her other bosom because Ava already had a bruise on her left bosom. 

 Then she noticed the red marks on her neck. Quickly, Ava let her braided hair loose, allowing it to cascade over her shoulders. She carefully arranged some strands to cover the marks, grateful for the length of her hair. Searching through the bathroom, she found a comb and ran it through her long, black locks. One last glance in the mirror reassured her that she appeared unscathed, as if nothing had transpired between them.