CHAPTER 51
Amara was flushed to her core. Her insides were dancing weirdly and her body in his arms was feeling so hot despite the cold rain as he carried her inside.
Her legs had given up on the strength, and so did her arms. She was thankful Kaelith was carrying her.
Cause she didn’t know how she would’ve managed to climb the stairs with a tremble.
Her breaths, heart, and time seem to be still all together.
These feelings she was experiencing were so strange and somewhat familiar like she had gone through them sometime earlier.
Hiding her face into his neck, Amara breathed in his scent.
Her lips met his neck unconsciously, drinking in the rain droplets, tasting his skin.
Kaelith’s breath hitched as he looked down at her in his arms. If she kept provoking him like this, he’ d end up doing something crazy.
His self-control was slipping, and she kept teasing him with her innocence.
Those slanted eyes, dark locks, parted lips, and vulnerability in her eyes. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
No creation of the world could be compared to her.
As if God specifically took his sweet time carving her.
As if she was made for him. To bathe in his darkness and make him hers.
There was no word Kaelith could find in the dictionaries that could name the feelings he had for her- beyond obsession, crueler than possession, painful than separation and a lot purer than love.
A possessive feeling crept up his chest as she shyly shattered in his arms, something so volatile that made him hide her from the world, and not let anyone touch even her shadow. He clenched his jaw and snuggled her closer to his chest as his pace fastened.
His face was a stoic mask, betraying no emotion. Amara stole glances at him, desperately trying to read the unreadable.
His jaw clenched, and his gaze focused straight ahead. There was a tension in the air, an unspoken something that hung heavy between them. Amara's heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears, drowning out the soft patter of raindrops against the window.
He opened the door of his room with his foot, banging it loudly against the wall.
He moved powerfully, his movements cautious.
He gently urged Amara to sit on the edge of the bed, his touch filled with tenderness yet callousness.
Her nerves heightened, a strange electricity coursing through her veins.
Kaelith turned away, his back facing her as he brought fresh clothes from a closet. Amara's fingers fidgeted with the hem of her wet shirt, anxiety building within her like a thunderstorm outside. She felt exposed, vulnerable in his presence. And yet safe.
She watched him with her uncertain eyes as he moved like a lion, strides long and urgent yet a dark look looming over his chiseled face. Did she do something? Was he mad at her? Was he mad because she drenched him in the rain?
As Kaelith walked out of the closet, Amara stiffened watching him as he stormed towards her and handed her the long button-down shirt, their eyes met for a fleeting moment.
Amara's breath caught in her throat as she fumbled with the buttons.
The room seemed to shrink, the silence amplifying the noise of her erratic heartbeat.
Kaelith watched her with an intensity that bordered on losing control, his features rigid. The air between them crackled with unspoken words, and Amara struggled to find her voice, her gaze avoiding his.
The room felt smaller still as Kaelith moved closer, his movements controlled but his eyes revealing a storm within.
He reached out, helping her with the buttons, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
Amara's skin burned under his fingertips, the proximity amplifying the magnetic pull between them.
The weight of the moment hung in the air.
Kaelith's tense expression mirrored Amara's internal chaos, and as he took a step back, the distance between them seemed overwhelming.
His eyes travelled to her chest, the teardrop-shaped breasts begging for his attention, and her nipples erect.
He licked his lips, hands clenched tight and eyes darkening.
Amara tried to avoid his eyes and held back the urge to cover her chest from his scrutinizing gaze though she couldn’t help but look at him through her lashes.
His hair slicked back and fell on his forehead in damp, tousled strands that framed his masculine features.
The droplets adorned his hair, giving him a domineering look.
His grey eyes pierced her. Unwavering and shameless.
The upper two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, giving a glimpse of his nicely toned, broad chest. The fabric clung to his lean waist, outlining the contours of his abs and triceps. Amara's gaze followed the silhouette of his muscular, long legs through the wet slacks.
The room held its breath; the only sounds were the muted rhythm of raindrops against the window and the echo of Amara's heartbeat. With shaky hands, she put on the shirt. Another white one. She deliberately buttoned the buttons hindering his view of her chest.
He swallowed hard and leaned down. Amara yelped as his strong hands grabbed the sweatpants she was wearing and pulled them down.
Her eyes widened and she quickly pulled the shirt down to cover her naked legs.
Kaelith grabbed the wet clothes and with rigid posture, walked to the closet.
When he came back after a minute, he had changed into grey sweats.
His chest naked for her eyes to ogle. The sweatpants clung to his hips, emphasizing the sculpted contours of his muscular frame.
His bare torso, defined and powerful, hinted at a strength that both captivated and intimidated.
Amara wondered why he was avoiding her eyes. He pulled the sheets back Amara’s face couldn’ t get any more, couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervousness as she nestled beneath the covers.
She curled herself under the sheets, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the fabric.
The room seemed to shrink, and a sense of exposure washed over her.
The air thickened with anticipation. Amara felt a blend of shyness and awe, curled her toes under the cool sheets.
She stole glances at him, admiring the play of shadows on his chiseled features.
He moved with an effortless confidence, a quiet command in his every gesture.
Kaelith slid under the sheets, the mattress dipped, and the warmth of his body enveloped Amara.
He pulled her closer, his bare chest pressing against her back.
His breath danced along the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
Amara with racing heart felt the reassuring beat of his pulse against her skin.
Kaelith buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply as if trying to capture the essence of her.
His arms wrapped around her, creating a shell of safety.
Amara could feel the rise and fall of his chest with each breath, a rhythmic lullaby that eased the tension within her.
And something hard poking her back. It wouldn’t take a genius to realize what it was.
She just swallowed hard and clenched her legs tight.
And the fact that she was naked underneath the shirt just fueled her anticipation.
But Kaelith just tapped her hip when she moved too much. “Sleep, little one.” That was the first thing he said ever since their kiss in the garden.
His voice deep, and throaty. “I don’t know what I’ll do if you keep moving your hips.” Amara stiffened and weakly nodded. His arm wrapped around her waist, and nothing could replace the warmth his body emitted. Closing her eyes, she let herself relax in his embrace.
Forgetting all the morals of the world, that night Amara slept in arms of the man she shouldn’t want, the man who was equally dangerous and her brother-in-law.