The moment his lips found mine, the world outside lost its art, making everything blurred. Every unspoken feeling between us rose, giving way to the passionate kisses.
"Keiran!" I moaned as his hands found their way to my sensitive areas. "Let's go to the bedroom."
Grabbing my waist, he lifted me up, and we quickly reached the bedroom, vanishing the distance between us. Hurriedly, we helped each other take our clothes off, erasing all the worries and fear that kept us apart.
The air between us heated just like the temperature of our bodies, which started to increase tenfold. His hands snaked around my waist, pulling me into a closeness that stole every thought from my head. The room felt too small for the way we wanted each other and the way our bodies moved like they'd been starving for our moment.
"I want you, Elira!" He breathed against me. "I fucking want you so much. It's suffocating without you. As if… I couldn't breathe."
Our kisses deepened until they were no longer normal kisses but fierce and hungry, as if he had been starving for it when, in fact, it had not been that long since we had sex.
My pulse rushed and breath hitched as his tongue left my upper lips and went to the lower ones, which had been throbbing for him. Heat rolled through us like a wave that refused to break, taking away every bit of sanity. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body told a story we'd never dared to speak aloud. The tension that had been knotting between us finally snapped, filling my insides with him. Hard, fast, and unstoppable.
"I want you too, Keiran."
Warm tears escaped my eyes, not because of his pace, but because of the emotions that I had been suppressing.
"It's more than a want. It's a desire." I mumbled. "And, I am beyond scared." I paused and looked into his deep black eyes. "Keiran! I need to run away from you."
He stopped his actions and looked at me with the same emotion that I felt for him. Passion, warmth. And love.
"But… do you want to?" He asked me, looking at me with his hope-filled eyes. "Tell me! Do you really want to run away from me?"
"Don't ask me." I tried to avoid the conversation, but he didn't let it go.
"I will ask you. And you have to give me an answer." He held my face, making me look into his eyes. "Tell me, Elira! Is it just the need? Or do you really want to run away from me?"
I slightly shook my head and said while tears streamed down my cheeks, "No! I don't want to."
I pulled him closer to me and kissed his lips. My mouth totally covered his, kissing and sucking, but it didn't feel enough. Kisses, cuddles, or even sex didn't feel enough for me, which started to make me go crazy. I needed something to bind us together and push us into the sea of unending love.
We gave in completely, losing track of time, breath, and everything except the fire we created together. Every kiss, every thrust, and every whisper pulled us deeper, drawing us past the point of no return. It wasn't just passion. It was like a beautiful but scary storm, wild and consuming, carrying us through the darkest desires until nothing existed but the rhythm we shared, and I could never forget the way he held me in that particular moment. Like I was his whole world, and he never wanted to let go.
When I again came back to my senses, Mr. Wolfe was gone along with the bracelet. I let out a sigh and sat straight to find out a note that was left on the bedside table.
Going out for an emergency business meeting. Will be back tomorrow. - K.W.
I never expected I'd be so confused about a person. My feelings for him ran far deeper than I ever dared to admit, yet every time I thought of what he was and what he did, I felt a sharp pang of hurt and fear. How was I supposed to trust a man who treated people's lives like mere contracts and their actions as rules and violations?
I told myself not to overthink, not to sink into questions that would only hurt me, but my mind kept circling back to him.
It wasn't just attraction. It wasn't just fascination. It was something heavier, something that kept pulling me in even as I tried to step away. A part of me craved the warmth he showed in rare moments, but another part whispered warnings about the darkness he carried. And caught between the two, I found myself desiring him, fearing him, not knowing which feeling would engulf me first.
Minutes later, I noticed the time I promised to visit Mira had already passed, but I tried to quickly freshen up and visit. However, my body didn't cooperate with it. I lost my energy, and I couldn't do anything.
Having no choice, I had to postpone my visit to the next day. In the morning, I went to the street that Mr. Wolfe had informed me about and listed down a few of the houses. The street was near to the city's school and a private college, so it felt like a good choice, but then the thought of joining her in a hostel felt better than all other possibilities.
Later, I reached the hospital, and before visiting her, I went to the doctor's cabin. I couldn't change my habit even after he confirmed multiple times that she was perfectly fine.
Then I went to the general ward and walked to Mira's bed. She didn't seem happy to see me but rather worried.
"Mira! What happened?"
She signaled me to look to my left, but before I did, a wave of familiar air hit me, and the voice, "Elira!" thumped my heart.
Matthew!