[Estela's POV]
[On this Island]
"Mngh!"
My brain flashed with these many things on how to escape his grip, but all of it would give him immeasurable pain. And somewhere in me didn't want to hurt him.
He released my mouth, but much to my horror, his lips trailed on my neck as he murmured words I couldn't comprehend.
"Estela, I'm sorry . . . I didn't mean it . . ."
He looked at me. His amethyst eyes were misty, face full of pain and guilt.
"At that time, I was angry at myself for imagining dirty things to do to you . . . I never said I didn't like your perverted self . . . It's just that . . . it was such a turn on it awakened something in me . . . Something savage, and I didn't want to hurt you. Estela I love you so much it got me frustrated, and I snapped at you . . . I'm so sorry."
He kept hugging and pressing his body against me while he caressed his lips on my neck.
"S-stop! W-who are you! L-let me go!"
