UNFORGETTABLE (MaColet 🔞)

If you're not comfortable with this genre, skip. Seperate fiction from reality. TAGLISH. All of these are just my IMAGINATIONS.

NOTE:

Guys! Huwag nyo na pansinin yung mga maling spelling Ng word at wrong grammar.

Characters(main):

Colet-Charles

Maloi-Minarea

COLET G!P

I used he/his to not get confuse when I narrate.

START

The city lights shimmered through the glass windows of the luxury hotel restaurant, casting a golden glow on the newlyweds. Charles leaned back in his seat, watching Minarea with admiration as she twirled the wine glass in her fingers, a soft smile on her lips.

"Grabe, Min, parang panaginip lang 'to dati," he murmured, his deep voice filled with warmth.

She chuckled, placing her hand over his. "I know, right? Parang kailan lang, college pa lang tayo, tapos ngayon... asawa na kita."

His thumb traced small circles on her skin. "Best decision of my life."

Minarea blushed, taking a sip of her wine. The evening had been perfect-an intimate dinner in a five-star hotel, a gift from Charles to celebrate their first night as husband and wife. Soft music played in the background, blending with the rhythmic hum of the rain outside.

After finishing their meal, Charles poured them another round of wine. "To us," he toasted.

Minarea giggled, already feeling the alcohol warming her veins. "To us," she echoed, clinking her glass against his before downing the drink in one go.

As the night deepened, Minarea became more playful. She slid closer, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Charles' arm. "You know," she whispered, her voice sultry, "I think I'm tipsy..."

Charles smirked. "I can see that."

She pouted. "Eh ikaw, bakit ang composed mo pa rin?"

"Sanay ako, babe." He chuckled, but his breath hitched when she leaned in, her lips grazing his jaw.

"Unfair..." she murmured, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine. "Ako lang ang lasing."

"Min-"

She hushed him with a finger on his lips. "Husband ko na 'to, so pwede na kitang landiin ng todo, 'di ba?"

Charles swallowed hard. "You've been flirting with me since college."

"But now... wala nang bawal," she whispered before pressing a soft, teasing kiss on his lips.

His restraint snapped. Charles cupped her face, deepening the kiss. She tasted of wine and mischief, her body melting into his. Without breaking contact, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to their honeymoon suite.

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Inside the dimly lit room, the sound of the rain intensified the tension crackling between them. Charles placed her down on the bed, but Minarea pulled him down with her, giggling.

"Min, mabigat ako-"

"Shh... I want you close." She ran her hands down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt one by one. "Tonight is ours, Charles. Make me yours again."

His eyes darkened. "You have no idea what you're asking for, Min."

"Then show me."

A guttural growl escaped him before he crashed his lips against hers, raw and hungry. His hands roamed over her curves, slipping beneath the silky fabric of her dress.

Minarea arched into him, gasping when he kissed down her neck, trailing lower, igniting a fire that consumed them both. Clothes were discarded in heated urgency, their bodies pressing together, feverish and desperate.

"Ang init mo, babe..." Charles murmured against her skin.

Minarea moaned in response, tangling her fingers in his hair as he explored every inch of her. The rain outside mirrored the storm between them-wild, relentless, unstoppable.

"Ang sarap mong panoorin habang nasasarapan," Charles breathed, watching the pleasure wash over her face.

"Charles... please..." she whimpered, wrapping her legs around him.

He smirked. "Tell me what you want, Mrs. Vergara."

"You. All of you," she whispered.

And that night, he gave her exactly that-slow, deep, and utterly consuming.

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After their first round, initial, feverish encounter, the room pulsed with the remnants of their fervor. The storm outside still raged, its steady drumming echoing the rhythm of their hearts. Charles and Minarea remained tangled in the sheets, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

Charles's lips trailed a slow, deliberate path along Minarea's neck. "Ang sarap mo," he murmured, his voice low and husky. Minarea's response was a soft, trembling moan as she arched toward him, her fingers tightening around the edge of the sheets.

With a measured thrust, Charles resumed his rhythm. Every movement was deliberate-rough and commanding at first, then gradually shifting into a more controlled, almost tender pace. "Minarea," he growled, his breath mingling with hers as he continued, "di kita bibitawan ni papakawalan. Hinding-hindi mangyayari."

Her eyes fluttered closed as she surrendered to the intensity. "Ang sarap... Ugh," she whispered, her words punctuated by gasps and the sound of their mingled breaths. Charles's hands roamed over her curves, mapping every contour as if to memorize her form. With each powerful thrust, he pushed her closer to a climax that promised to be as consuming as the storm outside.

Yet, even in the midst of their wild passion, there came a moment when Charles slowed his pace. He paused, gathering her in his arms as if to reassure her with every caress. Their lips met in a deep, lingering kiss that spoke of both lust and tenderness-a melding of the raw and the refined. "Minarea, you're mine tonight, and I want you to feel every part of this," he murmured against her ear, his tone softening.

Her hands traced along his broad back, a gentle reminder of the vulnerability that lingered beneath the intensity. "Charles, walang makakapigil sa akin ngayon," she replied, her voice quivering with unspoken promises. In that charged silence, their bodies moved in unison-no longer just a frantic dance of desire, but a slow, intimate exploration where every touch was savored.

Charles's fingers brushed over her skin, igniting sparks that slowly subsided into a deep, steady rhythm. With every movement, they communicated a mutual understanding: that beyond the wildness of the night, there was an intimacy reserved only for them. Their passion softened into a series of gentle caresses and tender kisses, a contrast to the earlier ferocity that left them both breathless and yearning.

For a long, suspended moment, they existed only in the present-bodies entwined, hearts beating as one, the storm outside a mere echo of the desire that had brought them together. The intensity of their union lingered in the air, a testament to a night where every touch, every whispered word, was a declaration of their love and the promise of many more nights to come.

As Minarea lay beneath Charles-

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The luxury suite was dimly lit, the scent of champagne and roses lingering in the air. Outside, rain drummed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, mirroring the fire raging between them.

Minarea lay beneath Charles, her breath heavy, her skin burning where his hands had touched. But even after their earlier passion, the hunger in his gaze hadn't dimmed. If anything, it had intensified.

His fingers traced along her thighs, slow and deliberate, as he leaned down to kiss her deeply. "2 rounds huh? But, Minarea... hindi pa ako tapos sa'yo."

She shivered, not from the cold, but from the way his voice wrapped around her like a promise. "Charles..." her voice barely a whisper, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him closer.

He smirked, his lips brushing against her ear before trailing lower, pressing heated kisses along her collarbone. His weight shifted, pinning her wrists above her head. "You feel so damn good," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

Minarea gasped, arching against him as his body pressed down on hers, heat radiating from where they touched. His hands roamed her curves, memorizing every inch, his grip firm but reverent.

"Charles... ang init pa rin ng katawan mo..." she breathed, biting her lip as he took his time savoring her skin, his tongue tracing patterns that made her body tremble.

"Ang sarap mong pagmasdan," he muttered, his dark eyes roaming her flushed face. He kissed her again, deep and consuming, as if he wanted to devour every sound that left her lips.

His movements turned slow, teasing, drawing out her anticipation. Every touch, every stroke was meant to push her to the edge, only to pull her back and start again. "You like this, don't you?"

She whimpered, unable to form words, her nails digging into his back as she writhed beneath him.

Then he thrust-slow at first, filling her inch by inch for the third time, making her gasp at the sensation. "Fuck, Minarea..." Charles groaned, his fingers tightening on her hips as he set a rhythm, one that was deep and unrelenting.

Her head fell back against the pillows, overwhelmed by the intensity of him. "Charles... ang lalim... ang sarap..." "Ugh.. nghh.." she moaned, her body moving instinctively to meet his every motion.

He groaned at her words, his pace quickening, hands gripping her thighs to pull her closer. "You feel so fucking perfect," he growled against her lips before kissing her hard, stealing the breath right out of her lungs.

Their bodies moved together, their passion igniting into something uncontrollable. The room was filled with the sound of their shared pleasure-the rain outside, the heavy breaths, the soft gasps that turned into cries.

Minarea clung to him, feeling every movement, every deep thrust that sent shivers up her spine. She was lost in him, in the way he held her, the way he worshipped her body like she was his entire world.

But then, just as the tension reached its peak, Charles slowed. His hands caressed her face, his forehead resting against hers as their bodies stayed connected.

This time, there was no rush-just lingering touches, deep strokes that made her toes curl. His lips brushed over hers, softer now, filled with something deeper than lust.

"Minarea... this is just the beginning," he whispered, his voice full of love and promise.

"3 rounds na tayo uy... Tama na, siguro 'yon.."

Mahinang saad ni Minarea dahil sa pagod niyang narandaman.

"This is just the beginning," he teased.

And as the storm raged on outside, they drowned in each other-again and again, making sure their first night as husband and wife would be unforgettable.

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Morning After

Minarea stirred, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Stretching languidly, she felt the delicious soreness between her legs and smiled. What a way to start their married life.

She pulled the covers around her and padded to the small kitchenette where Charles stood, shirtless, cooking breakfast.

"Morning, Mrs. Vergara," he greeted, flashing a boyish grin.

She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. "Mmm... Morning, Mr. Vergara."

"How do you feel?" he asked, turning to kiss her forehead.

She smirked. "Like I need another round."

Charles groaned, shaking his head with a chuckle. "You're insatiable."

"Only for you," she whispered against his lips before stealing another kiss.

And just like that, their honeymoon continued...

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END

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