The air went up in flames, gusts of heat erupted as passion singed my very soul.
Jethro moved.
He propelled himself into me, his large hands capturing my cheeks and holding me prisoner as he walked me backward until I stumbled against the scaffolding.
His touch was a bonfire. His hold was freedom and a cage all at once.
His forehead crashed against mine, his nose kissing my nose, his breath replacing my breath.
In that simple fusion of flavour and souls, we gave up. We gave in. We answered the same pounding conclusion—the same unmentionable dilemma.
We can’t do this anymore.
His head tilted and I trembled in his hold as his fingers dug painfully into my cheekbones. I panted for his kiss. I moaned for it. Almost cried for it.
But he paused for an eternity, breathing hard and fast as if he couldn’t believe the preciousness of what was occurring.
This was a gift. A charm. A wish come true.
I’d become enraptured by my capturer. My tormentor. My would-be murderer. I only had eyes for him. My heart only beat for him.
Where does that leave me?
What does this mean?
Jethro groaned, his touch trembling as if he’d heard my silent questions.
I should’ve had more self-control. I should’ve found a way to stop this.
But I shoved away my fears and willingly slid the final slope into madness.
I arched my chin, grazing my lips against his.
He froze.
Then, he melted.
His fingers slinked from my cheeks to the back of my skull. I cried out as his tongue tore into my mouth and his hands fisted in my hair. With fingers full of my black strands, he tugged my head back, forcing me to open wider, kiss deeper—give him everything.
I’d like to say I retained some resemblance of myself. I’d like to admit that, while I’d fallen, I still knew who I was.
But that would’ve been a lie.
There was no me without him.
No Nila without Jethro.
No Threads without Kite.
I knew that now.
And it butchered me in ways no threats or torture ever could.
Tears leaked from my eyes as our lips danced and tongues tangoed.
Our murmurs and moans intertwined until the serenade of our desire overshadowed the music from outside and our racing heartbeats. Every sweep of his taste left a glowing fire around my heart, my skin, my soul.
He demanded everything but gave more in return.
