CHAPTER 67
Startled by the hushed whispers reached her ears, she roused from her slumber with a groan, shifting uncomfortably.
A wince escaped her lips as a sharp pain coursed through her pelvic region.
As her fingertips grazed the velvety sheets beneath her, she was acutely aware of their sensuousness, almost as if they caressed her naked skin—
In an instant, her eyes flew open, banishing any remnants of sleep-induced haze. Amara sat up, causing the luxurious fabric to cascade delicately around her hips. A gasp, filled with both awe and disbelief, escaped her lips as she cast her gaze downward at herself.
A frenzy of terror coursed through her bloodstream, leaving behind a vivid tapestry of crimson and sapphire imprints stretching across her chest and descending towards her core.
With trembling breaths, she cautiously exhaled, causing the soft coverlet to shift ever so slightly.
The angry marks trailed along her thighs, mirroring the ones on her chest, intensifying her unease.
In a breathless moment, fragments of recollection began to seamlessly weave together, forming a relentless mental reel.
Last night. It wasn't a dream.
Restless, she vigorously shook her head, clutching the sheets tightly up to her quivering body.
She couldn't fathom the idea; it simply couldn't be true.
The desperate urge to blame someone, anyone, overwhelmed her, yet her own echoes of pleasure reverberated in her mind, drowning her in shameful embarrassment.
Reluctantly, she replayed every detail, every syllable, every electrifying touch.
What frightened her most was the inward realization that she was the one who pleaded, the one who ignited the flames of desire.
Suddenly, the door swung open, shattering her troubled thoughts. Amara’s face reddened with surprise and shame as Martha walked into the room, a small smile on her lips and a glass of water with her medicines.
Martha put the glass of water on the table beside the bed and helped Amara up. "Hope you slept well."
Amara’s eyes widened, and her cheeks warmed as she unknowingly blushed. "Yes…"
Amara took the medicine and gulped it down. Martha couldn’t help but chuckle at her. So innocent.
“I’ll prepare breakfast. Take your time, get dressed.” Martha lovingly ruffled her hair and walked out. Amara let out a sigh. Why did she do it? Now he must be thinking she was a desperate woman. She embedded her face into her hands. There went all her self-respect.
Amara was busy with her thoughts when she heard the bathroom door opening. She jumped startled at the sound. He was in here all the while? Embarrassed, she turned away, averting her gaze to the window, pretending she didn’t see him.
Kaelith chuckled.
“Ignoring?” Amara could hear him stepping closer, her hold on the sheets tightened. “Had a great night?”
She felt her body heating up. Her hair danced as she shifted away.
Kaelith stepped in front of her, and she could see his naked torso and just a towel wrapped around his hips- low enough to give her a full view of the V-shape of his pelvis.
She flushed recalling how he moulded her into his colours last night.
He cupped her jaw gently, tilting her head. "I thought if a woman woke up with a flushed face, and hickeys covering her body, she might have had a great night. Did you not?" Kaelith put his knee on the bed beside her waist and leaned down. His breath fanned her neck and he inhaled deeply.
"Wh-What are you talking about?" She stuttered. Nervousness engulfed her making her fidget. Her soft brown eyes blinked at him. She knew what he was talking about, and that made her wonder how needy she looked last night.
Kaelith chuckled, stepping closer and closer till he was towering over her, leaning down, he made her look into his eyes. Amara forgot how to breathe for a second. The way he looked at her was both intriguing and wild as if he was looking down at his prey ready to pounce.
His gaze wandered, captivated by the crimson jewels adorning her delicate earlobes as if they whispered secrets only they knew.
A blush, like a petal's gentle caress, painted her cheeks and the tip of her nose, lending her an air of delicate vulnerability.
His eyes traced the path of her lips, their bruised and swollen appearance almost enticingly provocative.
But it was her ethereal neck, adorned with bite marks that truly stole his attention.
A pang of possessiveness stirred within him, yet a fire of excitement roared, exhilarating every fiber of his insides.
No expensive garments could ever match the sheer beauty she exuded, adorned in his marks.
Returning his gaze to hers, a self-assured smirk played upon his lips, savoring the deep impact he had upon her.
"Oh, you know what I'm talking about, baby. I guess even Martha knows by now." He whispered, his gaze darkening. Amara gulped closing her eyes shut as he leaned to her face.
"You...you—" she shook her head in shame. She wanted the ground to split open and swallow her in. The shame and embarrassment was too much to bear.
Kaelith stifled his chuckle, slowly leaning in watching her clenching the sheets tightly.
“You looked so enchanting last night, so beautiful and vulnerable, begging and crying for more. To fuck you senseless. You came on my dick countless times. Your tight cunt—"
When her face turned a right shade of red, he laughed. "Relax, you were phenomenal, a little bit freaky, but I like that."
More than like.
Her breath hitched, and she turned her head around to avoid his gaze not being able to face him anymore.
He observed her for a moment. He almost lost his control as she let out a small whimper at the proximity. Licking his dry lips, he looked down at her lips and then at her eyes.
"You might want to change, wouldn't want me to keep you busy.
" He observed as she slowly opened her eyes, the soft orbs glanced at him through her lashes, and his breath hitched.
She looked innocent, so pure and naive. Just like the girl he first met.
Her lips parted drawing his attention. He was hypnotized, entrapped; this was the very first time in all those agonizing days that he was this close to her.
This closer to a dream. So this was how a man with satisfaction felt.
Her features were like tales of whispered sin.
He hadn't got her yet, but he was afraid to lose her.
If this was not love, then what it was? Like the moment, he stilled, he felt himself leaning forward.
He closed his eyes, gently pressing his lips against the side of her mouth. Bliss. Heaven. And hell. He sensed everything with the soft touch. She was still astonished and stunned and blushing profusely as he pulled away lightly. She noticed the change in his eyes as he said.
"Just taking my reward. Hurry, before I decide to come in again."