I love you."
She said it not because he pressured her or begged for it.
Not because it was a battle or a transaction.
She said it because it was true — raw and real.
Kyle's eyes widened, searching her face as if to make sure she meant it.
Then, as if all his walls crumbled at once, he pulled her closer.
He kissed her.
It wasn't gentle. It was raw, desperate, everything they hadn't said spilling out between them. His hand cupped her face, his thumb brushing her jaw as her fingers clutched at his shirt. The world seemed to tilt.
As he lifted her, Raye squealed, half in surprise, half in thrill.
He carried her to the bed, dropping her gently onto the soft blankets. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of intoxicating heat.
Kyle trailed kisses along her collarbone, his lips igniting a trail of fire down her skin. Raye whimpered softly, urging him for more as their hands began to explore uncharted territory.
She could feel the warmth of him when he lowered her to the soft bed .
When they finally broke apart, Raye's breath trembled. She looked up, eyes wide.
"You still mine?" she whispered softly.
Kyle's gaze softened, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little. His voice was low, rough, almost a growl.
His hovered for a minutes before he tucked a piece of strand behind her ear slowly he dropped a lingering kiss on her forehead .
"I never stopped being yours."
His lips brushed hers — tentative, desperate, hungry.
She kissed him back fiercely, pouring every ounce of her fear, hope, and love into that moment.
When they finally broke apart again, he whispered, "I love you too."
Their lips met in a tender kiss, a gentle exploration that gradually deepened.
Raye's heart raced as the moment grew heavier with unspoken desires.
"Please, Kyle, I want more " she breathlessly whispered, her vulnerability shining through.
Raye blushed at her thought but couldn't help herself , she had never felt this way before for anyone .
And she didn't want to stop rather , she wanted more . She wanted him to touch her especially below .
Geez what's wrong with me Raye thought as a soft moan tore out from her lips when Kyle finger snuck into her t shirt .
But he paused, his dark eyes becoming serious, and his expression shifted into that of someone grappling with restraint.
"I... I need to take this slow, Raye. We can't rush everything, " he murmured, his hands still roaming delicately over her curves, taking his time to please her despite his own struggles.
He didn't want her to feel pressured or anything so they wouldn't go there .
"You are so beautiful " he said softly dropping a soft kiss on her lip before he kissed her again snaking his tongue into her mouth .
He pressed his lip to her stomach, teasingly slow, making her arch towards him, craving his touch.
Kyle's kisses trailed down her body, leaving a fiery path in their wake .
"Ahh " Raye yelped when Kyle squeezed her butt she gasped softly feeling his breaths fanning her cheeks as he whispered .
"Is this okay "
Did he even need to ask !!!.
Raye nodded surely she wasn't sure she was able to speak or anything .
"Really ?" Kyle asked in a husk voice as he sucked her skin , Raye fingers tangling on his hair tugging him further , she titled her head to give him access .
Fuck she wasn't thinking straight that was it.
Then he kissed her again
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't perfect. It was — raw and desperate — like every emotion he'd buried finally clawed its way out. She gasped, her fingers gripping his shirt, pulling him closer as if the space between them was unbearable.
He tasted like rain and guilt. Like everything she wanted but shouldn't.
When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against hers. His breath hit her skin, warm and uneven.
"You drive me insane," he murmured. "You shouldn't love someone like me."
She smiled, barely a whisper. "Too late."
His lips found hers again — slower this time. Softer. Like he was memorizing her instead of running from her.
And when her hands brushed over the bruises on his knuckles, he flinched, but she only traced them with her thumb, pressing a light kiss there.
"Still mine?" she whispered.
His answer came out rough, shaky.
"Always."