The six-pages extended version of Chapter 20: Line of Position from where it was left of as narrated by the Reader.

A/N: Still not as explicit as you might be expecting, but I guess enough to be a little detailed than what was earlier noted in the said chapter.

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"Mine," he whispers.

"Yours," I breathe.

He releases my wrist and presses against my neck to pull me closer to him another time, our lips meeting for that point of no return.

I can barely keep up with the sensations exploding and pulsing within me just from his kisses, and he may be a little too rough, too much. Pressing my hands against his chest, my fingers clutch on to the soft material of his flight suit, and drag him closer to me. Despite how ragged my breathing may become against his lips, I still kiss him back with equal fervor.

His fingers lace into my hair and deepens the kiss, surprising me that it could even be more. And I love the way he tastes of sky and sun, and love the way he makes me feel more than I ever felt before.

A moment later, he releases my lips and looks at me with such visible hunger reflected in his eyes. He shifts his hold on my body and easily leads me to the bedroom.

I know what to expect, and is it even strange that I am dreaming all of this? However, knowing that it will definitely kill the mood, I push such thought away and focus on him and this.

Doing so lead me to feel his hands down my back that with a hard tug, the buttons of my dress loosened as few fall to the ground. I become aware of the fabric exposing my body that I gasp, feeling the rush of cool air against my back and definitely his hands caressing my newly exposed skin.

I place my hands against his cheeks, orienting ourselves to stare at one another before I press my lips against his once more. He groans as he kisses me fervently, all the while his hands move from my shoulders and my back, guiding me slowly to the bed. My fingers slip into his hair as he swallows my moan. I never dream that his touch can feel so wonderful, so good, so delicious.

Something within me burns and makes streaks of blazing fire rush through my veins and nerves. It is hard to conceal with how it travels down my body, pricking my skin until I squirm with warm cheeks, embarrassed, anxious and shy.

"I have never encountered such perfection until you, my love," César whispers, looking on at the newly revealed skin with my dress discarded to the floor and my back feels the soft sheets. And he places kiss after kiss against my skin, making me moan and shift my body, wanting to be closer to his still fully clothed one. "My love, I am going to devour you until your unbecoming. Until I have unraveled each and every string that holds you together. Until all of it shatters, and I will not stop until I am sure that you understand my desires."

"And how am I to know when that is?" I ask as I try to cease the shiver of delight that is making my body tremble.

César didn't answer, and only smirks at me as he proceed on this some sort of quest that he challenges me of.

It hadn't been long for me to understand and find the meaning behind his words. That I am coming undone within my own body.

"César," I manage to speak out as I feel tears blurring my vision. I can feel the turbulent pressure deep in my abdomen, one that spins around with such a speed that I can't keep up at all. It is spinning out of control, and I am losing hold of it that I absolutely feel myself shatter.

His smirk widens when he looks up at me, definitely flushed. And softly asks me as he presses a soft kiss against my hip and holds on my wrist to kiss my hand, "What can you say?"

"You appear to have a rather greedy appetite, my love," I answer, our eyes meeting as I scoff lightly. "Slow down, or you won't be able to consume another bite."

He laughs and reaches out to caress my cheek, slowly trailing his thumb over my lips. "Careful with your words, my love."

I, in turn, presses my hands against his cheeks, marveling at how his skin feels beneath my fingertips. My touch definitely fires up something within César—that respective need for me and more... I watch him fully bare himself in the shadows that highlights his lean and taut and beautiful body by the faint glow of moonlight that transcends through the closed capiz windows, and after draping himself against me, he slowly and fervently kisses me, causing me to moan. The feeling of his naked body pressing flush against my still trembling one overwhelms me.

I can't help floundering with how his mouth moves painfully slow against mine, sweeping over every part of my lips and tongue inside and out, and his equally unclothed skin against mine. My hands don't know where to go, or what to do. I don't know if I must allow myself to squirm against César, push my hips against his, or what else. I don't know if it is fine to take.

He moves his hand away to brush my cheek, breaking then the kiss to stare at me with a visible amused smile. "Don't tell me you've suddenly gone meek."

"I... I do not wish to overstep your boundaries, César," I mumble, speaking the truth.

He scoffs and brushes my hair away from my face before persuading me. "I am yours to do as you will, my love. Always."

If my heart had been beating so fast for far too long, it now skips at his words.

César presses his lips against mine again. It is truly intoxicating and overwhelming that I can't stop my body becoming too sensitive and responsive underneath him. He lightly bites against my lower lip that I moan, feeling his hands by my side and gently trailing with light touches to every inch of my skin.

My hand twines against his hair, trembling. I am a moaning mess as I squeeze my thighs around César's wrist.

"Relax, my love," he mutters against my skin, kissing my jaw.

"César, please," I gasp, not wanting to be teased with the possibility of devouring pleasure any further. I have a lot of patience, I know, but this is not something I want to take this slowly. My hands fall away from his hair, pressing then against his smooth skin and the taut muscles of his shoulders, all the way back to the end strands.

"Is this what you truly want, my love?" he inquires, definitely a last straw of needed assurance, and my body sparks with want and insatiable need.

"Yes," I rasp. My fingers slipping away from his hair and trailing then the sharp curve of his cheek. I want to explain to him how I feel, but words will never be enough. I just don't simply want him; I need him because he is a part of me... and I know he can feel it, too.

But it is enough to encourage him that it is alright, for he kisses me once more, distracting me and dragging me to that chasm. He swallows my moans as I shiver beneath him and I press myself closer to him in return. That when his mouth strays for a moment and I gasp for air, he equally pushes himself to me. He is quick to try calming me down despite my body suddenly going rigid, whispering a mixture of hush apologies and declarations of love.

I nearly yelp at the sudden stinging sensation deep within my body. My thoughts run override about why it had to be uncomfortable; slowly displaced by his devotion. I try to get a grasp of things, catching my breath as my nails dig against his skin. And slowly, that stinging sensation dissipates as a different one takes its place. Pleasure.

He takes his time and draws me along with him. He is pure ecstasy and is twisting my essence with his.

It finally turns to a moment that I whine and buck beneath him, wanting more. It is like he is dangling pleasure within my reach and then sharply pull it back before I can take hold of it. That rather letting me squirm, he uses his weight and hips to pin me down. But there is no doubt that I am ruined at how his body is pressing against mine.

He chuckles and his thumb trails my jaw lovingly. Kissing the corners of my lips, he says, "Patience, my love."

"I've been waiting long enough, haven't I?" I whine. "Surely you don't think that I am that breakable, my love."

A beautiful smile graces his features, as he definitely takes up my challenge.

There's definitely no taking back. We are way too beyond the point of no return that he takes in the sounds I am making as more than encouragement, losing himself as his lips devour my neck and I try to tether myself as my nails scratch the smooth plane of César's back.

My proceeding cry of pleasure is caught in my throat as the pressure builds and ricochet through my body, threatening to rip me apart at the seams.

He holds on to my shuddering body. Burying his face against my neck, he moans my name and all his love with me to that bliss.

Calming myself down a little, I search for our eyes to meet. I breathe, "César..."

He slowly raises his head, looking then at me as a shiver goes up my spine at what I see reflected.

Insatiable hunger.

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