CHAPTER 50
Amara knelt beside the bed of flowers, her fingers delicately tracing the edges of the petals.
Kaelith watched with a rare smile on his lips as Amara’s face lit up. His eyes took in her angelic and captivating aura. Eyes that had entrapped him, made him their slaves, making him wish to seek refuge in those dark orbs.
Captivated by the cascade of her beautiful, long hair. A tender smile played on his lips as he found himself lost in the dark strands, thinking that perhaps he should dwell within their shadow. And stay there for eternity.
The desire was both overpowering and lethargic, something he hadn’t felt for anyone.
Taking a step towards her, he stood behind her while she caressed the delicate petals of the peonies.
“I don’t understand why you’re so obsessed with flowers.” He asked curiously with his hands in the pockets of his dark slacks.
Amara frowned and looked up at him with glossy eyes. A small pout on her pink lips. “If you don’ t like them, then why did you plant them?”
Kaelith teased his bottom lip between his teeth as a muscle feathered in his jaw, slowly bending down and inhaling deeply. Her scent mixed with peonies tempted him to do things to her.
“For you.” He whispered in the air.
Amara instantly flushed at the proximity and his words, looking into his eyes, shyness dancing in hers. The breeze blew, brushing her hair off her face, and revealing her red cheeks. “For me?” she echoed, a softness entering her voice.
He nodded, closing the distance between them. “Yes, for you.”
“Why?” Kaelith was amused by her naivety. Was there a reason why the moon needed the night to shine? Why moth was drawn to flame? Instead, he opted for the simplest answer he could find to satisfy her curiosity.
He plucked a peony as Amara watched curiously. It was a soft pink pastel colour, just like the tint on her cheeks.
“Because they remind me of you,” he raised his hand and brushed the delicate peony on her cheeks as she shuddered.
“Soft,” his voice became huskier and deeper as he trailed the flower down her neck.
“Irresistible to touch,” gently brushing the flower on her jaw, stopping at her collarbone.
Grey against a deep brown. Fire against water.
Sin against redemption. “And so pure.” Amara quickly grabbed onto his wrist and grabbed the peony.
A blush crept onto her cheeks, and she took a step back, still holding the peony. “I never thought of myself that way.”
He reached out, still amused, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “Maybe you should.”
She met his gaze, a warmth spreading through her as his fingers lingered on her cheek. “You have a way with words.”
“It's easy when I’m inspired,” he whispered, his thumb tracing a gentle path along her jawline. A soft breeze rustled the leaves, and the air seemed charged with an unspoken desire. He took her hand; the flower still nestled in her fingers.
The clouds rumbled, dark and chaotic. Amara paused, sensing the looming change.
A low rumble resonated through the skies as she looked into his eyes.
There was something strange in his eyes, something so familiar and yet unfamiliar at the same time.
A blurred picture flashed before her eyes for a minute second before it vanished.
Amara frowned. What was that? A glimpse of her past? A memory she had forgotten?
A single raindrop fell on her hand. And just like that, her gaze shifted from him to the skies above.
Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of anxiousness and joy as she extended her hand, feeling the cool touch of the rain.
Another drop, and then more. They both stood as Kaelith couldn’t take his eyes off her and the rain intensified.
Amara let the raindrops kiss her skin. The scent of wet earth mingled with the heady fragrance of flowers, creating an intoxicating perfume that enveloped her. Her eyes closed and her lips curled in a smile.
The clouds overhead rumbled again.
As the rain started pouring hard, Amara smiled, her eyes lighting up with playful excitement.
Her smile was infectious, and Kaelith couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer joy radiating from her.
His chest tightened and a strange sensation crept over him.
She used to dance like this in the rain when she was a child. And that memory brought a painful pang.
It was in the rain she rejected him too. Two years had passed, but Kaelith couldn’t let go of that feeling. That night he lost everything along with her. His jaw ticked as he shut his eyes letting the rain wash away the pain. His ears focused on her laughs mingling with the raindrops.
Kaelith raised his head catching her gaze, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of intense dark emotions representing the storm that now brewed inside him.
Amara twirled around, the t-shirt clinging to her body, and Kaelith circled her. His eyes darted to her chest as her breasts peeked through the t-shirt.
Kaelith licked his lips along with the rain and he frowned down at her, his voice low and deep. "What are you, Amara Garcia? Why did you come into my life?"
Amara looked into his eyes, visibly gulping and then she smiled. No word escaped her lips, but Kaelith felt his world rocking.
He pulled her even closer, “You cannot leave me now. I do not permit you to leave. I don’t know about eternity, but in this moment, in this second, you’re mine. Your heart is mine, your body is mine, and your memories, they’re mine too.”
The intensity of the rain matched the intensity of his eyes. Amara blinked at him and gently put her small hands on either shoulder. And then a strange thing happened. Kaelith shuddered. He tightened his hold on her waist and nuzzled his face into her neck.
“Mine, mine, mine, mine.” He mumbled squeezing her into his arms. Amar couldn't believe a man as big as him was so vulnerable in her arms. There was a sudden softness to his face and eyes.
Hairs now lay in a disheveled mess as they fell on his forehead, covering it like a tousled curtain.
The droplets of rain streamed down his high cheekbones before gracefully dripping down his chiseled jawline.
Amara stood close, her hair clinging to her skin, yet she hardly cared. She looked up at him, her gaze catching the vulnerability in his softened expression.
He reached up to sweep the wet strands away from his eyes, his fingers brushed against her cheek. The touch sent an electric shiver down Amara's spine. The depth of his eyes, the curve of his lips, and the rugged contours of his face.
Amara felt her stomach flipping. How could he look so handsome, all drenched?
His abdominal muscles pressed against her torso, and the realization of his physical presence ignited a warmth within her.
Something was changing between them, or maybe in her. She felt his lips on her neck as he sucked possessively.
Kaelith whispered, "You're my storm, Amara, no matter what I do, I cannot avoid it."
Her breathing was uneven, and taking a shaky breath, she felt her throat parching. Their breaths mingled, warm against the cool rain, as he pulled her even closer. Kaelith tilted her chin up, his lips a breath away from hers.
"You make my heart race," he confessed, his voice a husky murmur. Amara's fingers trailed gently down the curve of his jaw.
And his was the rhythm her heart danced to.
Their lips met in a slow, searing kiss. Raindrops tasted like liquid passion as their bodies pressed together. Kaelith whispered between kisses, "You're my tempest and my calm, Amara."
And he was becoming her chaos.