Within the walls of this house, nothing can touch me. Nothing but his ardent desire and fiery passion. Only him.
God, it’s addictive—the salacious way he uses my body, stretches me beyond my capacity, pushes me further into decadent pleasure, leaving me gasping for more.
Sated and satisfied, I lie on his chest. He places a gentle kiss on the top of my head, his hand brushing down my spine.
“Was it too much?” he asks in that deep voice of his that awakens goose bumps on my skin.
“Considering I still can’t move.” I giggle.
“I’ll carry you,” he says assuredly, tugging at my heartstrings, playing an endless love song for him.
Every day without seeing him edges toward unbearable agony. I crave more of these stolen moments, more of this rampant passion, more of this unbound love lighting up my entire being.
Greedy, that’s what I am for him when even our weekends thrust me deeper into doom’s arms. The consequences could be deadly. He makes me forget the risks so masterfully.
I sigh, the sound reverberating through me with crippling sadness.
“What is it,mo run?”
“Nothing.”
He groans low in his throat. “That’s not how nothing sounds.”
“Ignore it.”
“I can’t ignore anything related to you,” he says, voice coated in seriousness, snatching the last pieces of my heart.
He’s just as greedy for me, I guess, for everything I could offer him and more.
“I’ll miss you,” I murmur, trying to cheer myself up.
I’ll spend some time with my sister, and I’ll get to see my niece. It’s been a while, and I miss my family. Usually, it wouldn’t bother me to pretend, but after discovering how it is to be freely and unapologetically myself, the idea threatens to dampen the visit.
“Just for a while longer,” he says into my hair, inhaling me.
My heart clenches at his refusal to understand or accept the impossibility of us.
“Tristan,” I say through a stuttered breath. “Please, I told you why we can’t be. Let’s just…”
He scoots himself against the headboard, and I change my position to a cross-legged one. “Just what?”
He’s so stubborn. But apparently, so am I.
I arch a brow, looking him dead in the eye. “I will end up in an arranged marriage. Something I have no say in.”
“So, you’ll leave me?” His deep voice carries a dare that sends a chill down my spine.
Not of my own accord, and he knows it damn well.
“You think I would allow that?”
There it is again, the darkness cracking the facade, slipping through like venomous snakes ready to pounce and strike the frail bubble.
“It doesn’t matter.” I raise my hands in the air in a show of frustration, but they drop just as fast. “I’ll do what I have to do.”
A muscle twitches in his jaw, hard enough that his teeth gnash. “Such a good girl, aren’t we?”
How I associate that with our sexual encounter is truly disturbing, especially since he said it to annoy me.
