Cafuné: running your fingers through the hair of someone you love.

Madina held on tighter onto Bilal's neck, mind adumbrated, her heart? Impetuously scampering through her chest and her brain deep inside Nile River. Nothing makes sense but Bilal's lips against hers and the strong awareness of her heart beating against her sternum. She felt empyreal and ethereal.

His mouth was so hot, pressing and demanding until her lips were forced apart. She had never been kissed like this, his mouth imparting a message of such lurid desire that she wilted from the heat. She might've jumped from one bed to another but nothing came close to this.

She turned her head to escape him -it was too intense even for her- but he followed the movement, angling his head more intimately over hers. The pounding of her heart increased to a deafening roar, and she whimpered in instinctive fear.

This is almost too much for her short lived fracturable sobriety.

She had no idea where they were going but she felt him walking with her still in his arms before she was pushed against a door to close it with her back while he attacked her neck which earned him shuddering breaths from her parted lips. Madina felt lightheaded, burning sensation in every inch of her skin.

She covets this more than she's ever coveted anything in her life. It is like breathing fresh air but tropical incandescent one.

The smell of her room made her eyes slither open before they were padlocked again as Bilal's hot lips ascended on hers for the nth time that morning. God knows how long they spent there before he got them to the bed few feet behind, sweat glistening their bodies.

Madina fell like a heap on the European mattress and just realized that she's bare from waist up. Her eyes widened at that. What were they doing? Is he seriously going to have sex with her? After all the hatred he's exhibited? And isn't she batshit drunk right now? He is taking advantage of her but she cannot bring herself to put a cessation to this.

One thing Madina wasn't shy about is her body. She's never been insecure around anyone about not only because she knew her body fits just perfectly but because there is nothing anyone could do to alter her body and not liking it isn't an option. She worships her own body.

Her hip dips almost got her at some point but what is the use when there are several other women flaunting it? Came her tiny stretch marks by the sides of her thighs and a few invisible ones atop her breasts. She finds them beguiling and glamorous. It doesn't matter what other people say about it. She loves them.

Slowly, Madina knelt down on the bed in that enticing manner that made myriad of men lost their shit. Both her legs were relaxed on the bed leaving space for her behind to settle between them. Her toes were touching the bed along with the front of her feet and knees.

It is a position most people use when they want to dance if their body is flexible, she's mastered it not because she is a great dancer but for her bedroom activities.

Moving unhurriedly to Bilal whose eyes were incinerating her in every single naked place across her body, she trailed her fingers through his white shirt and yank it off of him with his aid. They are now matching with naked upper body while they heaved in anticipation.

Madina barely held back a groan but her back instinctively arched, thrusting her chest out. Her gaze explored every inch of him. She leaned in, her head tilting to the side so she won't miss a single detail. Her breath fast and audible, Madina was a goner and she knew that.

"My god. You are a fucking gorilla king." Her eyes continue to peruse all over his form like she's just seeing a man's naked torso for the first time in her life.

It's just that years ago, he wasn't this big albeit bigger than those his age. Now though? Bilal is Goliath or to keep it more godly, Hercules. She's heard about his time in the streets how he fought to get food on the table for his family but she had no idea Bilal was this mammoth.

How on earth did he stop himself from crushing her all this while? She shouldn't have provoked a man with this size but that only made her want to do it again and again. If he couldn't do anything for the past several weeks, he surely never would right? No wonder he intimidated the living shit out of people.

Bilal had been long accustomed to such comments. He knew what his body looked like, his torso rippled with muscle, scarred in some places, his arms bulging, his neck seventeen inches around and his chest thickly carpeted with smooth black hair. It was a body meant for fighting, or for hard labor in fields, boxing ring and streets.

Bilal had no idea when the insecure question left his lips but he found himself leaning closer to her, gripping the back of her skull with his right hand and said to her face.

"You find my body lacking, Bitty?" He tilted his head and for a moment he had no idea he was holding his breath. Her words matters. They always have and always will.

The Devil is standing at the foot of the bed in all of his glory. Stark fucking naked from waist up. Holy shit. Under those Armani suits, he's even more impressive. The thick trunk of his neck leads down to bulging traps above his broad shoulders that could carry her for hours and not feel it.

Then there are biceps, triceps, abdominal muscles...it's like looking at an ancient Greek anatomy book describing the perfect athletic form. Where is he lacking? What is he even saying?

There's not a person on this planet who could deny the Devil's handsomeness. He's otherworldly gorgeous. Not even Madina herself. Bilal is outright the most handsome man she's ever met in her life which continued to make her struggles hard and fruitless.

The Madina in her right sense wouldn't compliment him but her tongue felt lighter and loose, hence her words tumbling with no filter. "Lacking? You have the body even Hades would be jealous of."

Despite himself, Bilal found himself grinning before lowering himself onto the bed with her beneath. "Is that so? We are talking about a Greek God now."

"Uh-huh. I know who I'm talking about. He is Persephone's husband and my favorite god amongst the Greek gods." She was breathless by the time her rambles came to an abrupt stop.

His hand lowered from her skull to the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his. Madina gasped, heat erupting like fire between her legs and licking at every cell in her body. She melted like a gooey into his rough hold, getting lost in the hot glide of his tongue against hers. She is now restless.

Her chest tightened as they brushed his chest, sending sparks lower, and she hummed assiduously against his mouth. He groaned low in his throat, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth then he lets go.

Madina started to protest when he shook his head, his thumb settling between her now lush and thoroughly-kissed lips. She's flushed and vigorous like a little baby after feeding. If he doesn't do something right now, she is going to become a banshee in this suite and he cannot contain that. The hotel won't fit them anyway.

Just when he was about to dive in for another kiss or god knows what, Madina let out a frustrated outcry as his phone rang from his sweatpants pocket. Bilal paused with an apologetic smile to remove the phone from its confined area only for Madina to take it from him and haul it against the wall, not caring what happens to it.

Bilal couldn't stop the grin from touching his lips at her aggressiveness. "So much for patience. Have you forgotten? I haven't begged yet."

She glared at him, her eyes blazing with desire but he saw the rancor and enmity shining beneath them. "Begging will come and you'll regret reminding me of that little bargain."

He was rough yet meticulous in his movements, as if he was infatuated with every curve and dip but hated himself for it. With those moves that made her core tighten, they rode back into the past as Bilal had his sinful ways with her.

It was an hour later when Bilal blinked his eyes open against the exhaustion to realize that he's fallen asleep along with Madina beside him whom he's adorned in his shirt. She's still peacefully sleeping in the bed while clutching onto his arms like her life depended on it. As though he was her life saver.

His eyes fell on his phone on the floor lying there, fragmentized to smithereens and beyond repair. A smile tilted the edges of his lips before he tried standing up from the bed only for Madina to throw one of her short legs around him and put a cessation to his movements.

"Don't move." She murmured in a croaky almost guttural and manly tone that elicited a chortle from him.

Bilal sat there for another five hours watching Madina while running his hands through her hair -wig- in enthrallment. A wee woman like this causing chaos wherever she dropped her foot. Bilal cannot imagine the trouble she's caused after he's left her life. A new background check on her will ensue but then again, is he ready for it?

Is he ready to see the men she's been with? The ones she's probably still with? An acerbic taste ambled to his mouth at the mere thoughts. He is not ready for it. Not now and maybe not ever.

A sigh escaped his lips while he contemplated standing up to go see what happened to the meeting he didn't attend. And when they called, Madina threw the phone away. Bilal knew no force in the world could have prevented him from sinning early in the morning. Not if Madina is in the picture.

He could do it again and again. She's always managed to bring out the worst Muslim within him. This is not good for his mental health but he's already had a taste. Will it be enough? Lord!

Bilal was only lying there with her wide awake for hours because he knew about her insomnia. If he leaves the bed, she might wake up and won't be able to sleep much later. They both suffer from the same sleeping disorder but hers is far worse than his. She's once told him she's been suffering from it since she was ten years old.

Bilal managed to escape while placing a pillow in his place. His phone like he'd expected was dead and left for garbage pail though no form of regret laved over him at the thought, instead he left the room with lighter feet. He's sated but at the same time left with greater hunger than before.

He sauntered back to his room in nothing but his boxers. Bilal showered and decided to call Mr. Pedro through FaceTime with his MacBook because he doesn't feel like leaving the suite anymore. He is waiting for Madina's reaction when she wakes up. He sure knew it wasn't going to be pleasant.

Madina awoke to the sound of her phone ringing on the bedside table. Slanting her eyes open, they fell on the window in front of her bed where the sky looks dark and obsidian. She's slept the entire day? She sat up immediately and took her phone to check the time.

It was seven in the evening and Mariam was calling her. Groaning, she answered the call groggily while struggling to keep her mind from what had happened. It wasn't a dream. Bilal's scent is all over the room. Manly. Pine. Hot. Regret. Sinful.

"Madi, where are you?" Came Mariam's voice from the other line along with Faheem gibberish trying to call someone's name. Is that Madi?

Putting the phone on speaker, she cleared her eyes with her fists before answering. "Away in another continent."

Mariam wasn't happy with her answer and she sounded desperate when she said. "I'm not up for your riddles. Where are you?"

"Peru."

"Oh." The disappointment settled heavily between them. "I wanted to bring Faheem over for babysitting."

Madina frowned at that. She's never babysat before but she wouldn't have turned Mariam down if she were at home. This is he godson.

"Uh, why?" As curious as ever. Mariam wouldn't want to part with her son just like that.

"Well, my husband planned a dinner for us this evening and I cannot go with Faheem not because I don't want to but we deserve this time alone, you know." There is this sheepishness of someone who is head over hells in love.

Madina thought for a moment before she dropped her sister's location knowing she would be happy to help. She's living alone in her apartment which to her sister is too large for someone like her. Her nurse is also there with her for the time being so two people to take care of her godson.

"You're the best, Mad!" Mariam called few minutes later to tell her she's on her way to drop him off at Misha's place.

"I know. Anything for my godson. I gotta go."

Dropping the phone beside her on the bed, she glanced down at her outfit then let out a groan. She did have fucking sex with Bilal after all. And she almost thought it was a dream though a dream had never felt this real. The memory started coming down on her like an avalanche.

Madina shivered at that, goosebumps rising all over her skin leaving her galvanized. What the hell? Seems like today is a what the hell day.

She yanked the wig away from her head and made her way to the bathroom for a long shower. She's going to confront Bilal and ask him why the fuck he took advantage of her when he knew she was intoxicated. While at that particular thought, she remembered the look he gave her when he saw the bottle of wine in her hand.

The bastard knew there was alcohol inside and didn't stop her from taking it.

By the time she was done with her bath,, Madina was fuming. She got herself dressed into a simple carrot slip dress and marched to his room. She didn't knock on the door only pushed it open to find Bilal sitting behind a desk with bifocals shielding his eyes and attention on the MacBook before him.

He slowly turned around to pierce her with his eyes behind the glasses that made her knees weaken. She leaned back against the wall to hide that and crossed her arms beneath her chest while sizing him up. She cannot believe they had fucked just hours ago and her behavior at that time was revolting and nauseating.

How could she have abandoned herself for this devil reincarnate? What had possessed her? Yes. It was definitely the alcohol.

"Sorry, gentlemen, I need to go now. We'll catch up later." With that he clicked something on the MacBook, removed his bifocals and meandered to her fully.

Why did he remove it? She wondered in dismay then chided herself, reminding herself why she was there in the first place.

"You!" She pointed at him with her forefinger, anger making her nostrils flare and face to instantly flush and the finger she's pointing at him to shake.

Bilal reclined himself on the chair, expression flat and blank. "That is the name of a movie. Filled with love and obsession and murder. You want to watch it? Or talk about it?"

Her lips curled in a sneer as she marched to where he sat and raise her hand to slap him, which he allowed. She knew he permitted that because he could've stopped her from doing so but didn't. Nothing happened though. His face didn't move to the side neither did the place redden from the impact.

Frustrated, she fisted her hands hand threw a punch at his chest that made her double over. What the hell was that? A wall? She turned her back to him so he won't see her pained expression and groaned whilst clutching her hand. What the hell?!

Before she could regain her footing, she felt his presence behind her as he wrapped his arms around her back making her stiffen. What the hell? She tried pivoting around but he wouldn't let her so she became hysterical which still didn't move him, he held her steadily like she is the same as an ant. He wouldn't know she was there.

When she's drained her energy, Madina let out puffs of breath and rained threats at him. "If you don't let me go now, I'm going to fucking kill you. I swear I'll make you suffer the rest of our stay here. Or crash the private jet on our way back..."

"Relax." He offered in her ear, his breath brushing and caressing her there. Madina almost gave up but remembered the person behind her is her worst nightmare. "I have an offer for you."

"Offer? Offer?! You have an offer for me? Fuck you! Let me go this instant you moron." She tried stepping on his feet but he held her tightly against him.

"You don't want to hear about it? Alright then. Continue talking senselessly." He pushed her away and she almost hit the wall in front of her.

Madina gritted her teeth till her jaw hurts, her muscles quivered so harshly she saw crimson. He's just fucked her hours ago and now he is pushing her away to injure herself? Who the fuck does that? Yes, of course, it's Bilal. Her body tensed ready to defend herself but then realize that this will be futile. The guy is a Goliath.

And she doesn't have a freaking weapon to protect herself against him. Yawing around, she talked through her teeth but slowly to make sure he's heard every single word.

"You took advantage of me and I'm going to make sure you pay. You didn't beg, huh? I'll make you do more than begging, Bilal Hashem Garo. I will make you worship the ground I walk on. I swear, you'll regret coming back into my life. I will make sure that pride you have is crumbled. You. Will. Beg. For. My. Attention. Like. A. Dog. Watch me." With that, she stumbled out of the room with pounding heart in tow.

Bilal watched her leave the room with his heart in his throat. His eyes narrowed at the empty doorway feeling the intensity of her words swirling around the room he's left in. This parley corrosively ate away his visceral for the entire evening.

There was something in her eyes, emotions so intense and strong in her words that shoot straight to his chest. If not for the way he's swirled on the chair he was sitting on, Bilal would've thought he was catatonic for a minute there. What had he done to deserve so much hatred from Madina? What can he do about it?

Can we get over fifty comments for an update tomorrow?????? I dare you

Intense huh? Yeah, I felt it too. I mean this chapter is more than three thousand words and I didn't even realize it🥲 be like say Madina and Bilal don take the pen from me already. Well, we go again.