CHAPTER 46
Darkness always lured him. The lure of the unknown.
Ever since childhood, he found comfort in nights rather than the golden flashy days.
They gave him a convenience of some kind, unlike the days when he’ d have to witness a constant endeavor of his own.
The pressure of being the eldest son of the De Luca family.
The all-rounder, prideful, arrogant, cold son of the family.
It intrigued him why humans tend to be drawn more to the light than the darkness. When it was the lights that judged them. And in the embrace of the darkness, he felt contempt. Wandering from place to place, yet couldn’t find the sign of peace. Like chaos was meant to be with him.
Or was the chaos he was trying to escape within him? His solitude never bothered him; he was satisfied with whatever he had. Why did he want her? why was it only she had the power to make him go insane?
The woman under him was the one he dreamt of every day and night.
The mere childhood crush was now a full-blown destination.
All his thoughts and prayers stopped at her.
Lost in her, and finding himself within her.
Shattering in her and alleviating in her.
He was getting feelings he had never gotten before, and all he wanted to was stay with her for a long time.
“Kaelith…” Amara moaned as his tongue swept across her collarbones. A sweet delicacy, a forbidden harmony that escaped her lips. He knew the effect he had on her.
His fingers gently caressed her insides, making her back curl as she held onto his burly arms. A breathless gasp escaped her lips eyes widening as intense and toe-curling sensation rippled through her. Panting, she quivered.
“S-stop, please….” She mewled dizzily her senses leaving her for a whole moment, but Kaelith had something else in his mind.
Pushing his head away from her neck, he looked into her eyes.
When his gaze met hers, he was transfixed, like a cup of wine- ablaze and hypnotizing.
Her eyes held skies and earth captured. Kaelith couldn’t get enough of them.
The way her hooded gaze filled with pleasure and he found pride in knowing he was the one making her feel this way.
Only he had the power to touch her and taint her.
“Say it louder, I can’t catch what you’re saying, little one.” He rasped pumping his fingers faster. She felt tight and he couldn’t wait to feel how she’d feel around his throbbing cock.
Ensnaring her small frame between his muscular thighs, he pinned her arms above her head with his one hand as his other hand teased between her legs.
The wetness glistened between her folds and the small bundle of nerves erecting, begging for his attention.
Unable to hold back, she let out an involuntary moan as his thick fingers padded her soft insides.
“Tell me what you feel, Amara. Tell me whose fingers are inside your cunt.” His words were just echoing in her head as she felt electric dominoes falling in different directions under her skin. Eyes rolling back, she clenched her fists in his hold and squirmed.
“Stop! I’m…I’m…” she couldn’t find the words. A build-up of tension arched her back and curled her toes, almost like a clenching feeling. And just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Kaelith stopped.
Snapping her eyes open, she met with his hooded dark gaze.
The intensity had her mouth open, but she closed it shut.
Tears of frustration accumulated on the corners of her eyes, as her lips wobbled.
Why did he stop when she was almost on the verge of…
releasing? All the senses of rationality left her at that moment, the line between right and wrong blurring into a fog of pleasure.
Her heart like a clandestine garden bloomed with the intoxicating flowers of craving, each petal whispering how wrong it was, how sinful it was yet Amara was a slave to his grey orbs.
She would never admit it, but she wanted him as much as he did.
His smoldering eyes glazed down at her, taking in her vulnerability.
Her dewy scent washed over his senses enslaving his morals, and pushing him into a state of frenzy.
In his world of cruelty, he never imagined he’d crave something as fragile as her presence.
This woman did not belong in his world, if anything, she deserved to be with a man just as gentle as her.
Yet the thought of another man touching her fuels something ugly inside him.
Kaelith wasn ’ t unaware of the green-eyed monster that threatened to resurface whenever the thought of Amara being with someone else than him crossed his head. He could not help but feel murderous.
Kaelith tilted his head as she squirmed under him.
Her glimmering orbs filled with disappointment and underlying desires.
Moist eyes and glossy lips. Oh, how amusing it was to see her this way.
The woman who was angry at him just some time ago now was begging him with her eyes.
But Kaelith was a cruel man, he needed her words.
He needed to hear her say the words. To beg him.
That was the only way he could be contemptuous for the time being.
Reaching down, he rubbed his cheek with her soft ones.
Flicking his tongue across the rim of her ear, he whispered like the devil he was.
“Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll let you come.
” Amara clenched her jaw. Tears of frustration ran down her temples as she tried to close her legs but he pushed his thigh between her thighs, putting pressure against her core. The slight friction teased her clit.
Feeling miserable and at his mercy, she thrashed. “No!” her words cut through the intense mood. Glaring at him, she yelled. “Leave me, you…you mean…I…I hate you!”
Kaelith chuckled and she felt her hair follicles erecting.
“I will repeat,” he said in a hoarse whisper. His grey orbs danced on her delicate neck as he rubbed his fingers between her folds. “Whose fingers are inside you, Amara? Who is touching you? Who is caressing your wet cunt?” his voice reverberated with a tantalizing allure of seduction.
Amara felt her body burning by the way his voice sounded. She could feel her chest heaving, and heart flapping. The way his fingers slowly entered her, she held her breath. When she did not reply, Kaelith licked her neck and pushed a second finger inside her.
“Yours! It’s you!” Amara yelped at the burning stretch. The moment he curled his fingers, she felt herself being engulfed by the wave of dizziness.
Kaelith bit his lips as he felt her shaking and quivering. In his head, he could imagine drilling into her. Soon. Very soon.
His pants strained, his cock begging for a release. Before he knew it, he was humping his pelvis into her thigh. A throaty groan left his mouth as he cupped her core and bit onto her neck harshly to leave his marks on her.
“Say my name,” he whispered against her neck, eyeing her soft slender neck with hunger. Amara lost in a haze of pleasure, bucked her hips against his hand.
“Kaelith! Kaelith!” Kaelith lifted his head and looked down at her.
The silky air shifted, whispering in his ears.
The milky white flesh under him tempted him to every extent.
Like an alluring song, her moans like a memorable melody, her skin scented like a ray of sun, and her lips parting like a blossoming garden of tulips.
His throat suddenly dry and before he knew it, he was cursing under his breath.
"K-Kaelith-ah!” Amara did not know what happened as she was released from his hold for a minute second before she was flipped onto her stomach.
His strong thighs trapped her legs, leaving her unmovable.
Amara thought he was letting her go, but instead, she felt his hands spreading her ass and she felt something warm and wet against her lower lips.
Her eyes widened when she realized what he was doing and tried to crawl out of his hold only for him to hook his muscular arms under her knees and hold her captive.
His mouth was on her clit the next second. His tongue licked her folds and he moaned in bliss. Sweet as honey dipped in sin. His tongue was more relentless than his fingers. She wanted to scream, cry, wail, yet all she could let out was choked breaths along with tears. The pleasure was too much.
A throaty groan left his lips simultaneously as she clenched around his tongue.
Unknown to her, her body was reacting and singing a very different tune.
Almost as if he knew which chord to pull to make her sing.
Kaelith was drunk without any liquor, her smoldering gaze was enough to get him intoxicated.
Her moans grew louder, more frequent, and his tongue forced his way into her.
The silence was overpowered by the sound of his lips sucking.
The wet suctioning sounds increased. His hands spread her ass cheeks wide.
Amara did not know what was happening anymore except the electric shots bursting inside her.
As his tongue became forceful, she clutched the sheets.
Screaming from joy, she felt everything and nothing at the same time as her toes curled and she felt the pressure inside releasing.
She tasted like a blend of moonlight and sin. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply. With her, even his heart started to speak a distinct language.
She took a deep breath, her lips slightly apart.
Blinking slowly, she tried to focus her tired eyes, her own harsh breathing sounds resonating in her ears.
The smell of her hair, like wildflowers in a meadow, filled his senses and cast a spell on his heart.
Her hair spread on the white sheets like the black looming night.
Night. Dark.
His lips tilted up. Now he realized why darkness lured him. Not because of the unknown, but the beauty the darkness held within. The obscurity unveiled a dark tapestry of sin and forbidden desires, the beauty only the darkness could cradle and unveil.