CHAPTER 70
Amara’s legs were shaking as he ploughed deeper into her.
Kaelith smirked as his nails dug into her waist and pulled her closer. His thrusts became deeper and rougher as he took her against the couch. He bit his lips as she let out a startled moan as his cock hit the sensitive spot. His grip tightened over her waist. “You like that, little flower?”
He growled, his thrusts becoming faster.
“S-Slower, please!” Amara felt all the air knocking off her lungs as her sweaty hands slid down the leather couch, Kaelith supported her weight against his muscular frame grabbed both of her arms and pulled them behind her.
His pelvis hit her from behind as her back curved.
But his hold just became firmer, and his thrusts merciless.
Leaning down, he took her ear into his mouth.
“Slower? I’ll take you as I please, baby.
” Amara felt a shiver running down her spine as her eyes rolled back and the wave of pleasure rippled through her.
The way he dominated her was other-worldly.
Like he knew every crook and cranny of her body.
She bit her lips hard stifling her moans as electrifying sensations coursed through her, awakening every cell. And then like a downfall, she came.
Kaelith felt her warmth spreading across his erect cock and he growled nuzzling his head into her neck. “Fuck, Amara. I can spend the rest of my life buried deep inside you. Your pussy knows me too well.”
He pressed his lips against her neck, leaving a trail of feathery kisses. “Your sweet, tight little cunt belongs to me. She takes me so well.”
The way she whimpered, only fuelled his hunger for her.
He loved how his lewd words made her tremble, how they ignited fire within him.
He whispered the filthiest things into her ear, describing explicitly how badly he wanted to ravish her body.
The way her pussy clenched his cock, he couldn’t describe the bliss.
Speeding his pace, he drilled deeper and rougher. A low growl left his mouth as he came inside her, coating her walls with his seeds. For a few seconds, he remained that way, enjoying the warmth and when he pulled out, his seeds flowed out dripping down her quivering thighs.
Amara had lost all her senses. As if there was a different world, where only he existed, where he ruled her, and where she wanted to live for eternity. Kaelith had shown the thin line she often mistook as his fatal attraction, he showed her the difference between the word love and its true meaning.
She never imagined she’d come undone at his hands, at the hands of the man who always brought danger and violence to the table. The way he made her feel was something she couldn’t explain.
The only thing she knew- she loved him. Defying all reasons and senses. No rationality. Only him and her.
To the point where all morals and dignity were nothing but words. It eclipsed everything else, even her own sense of morality and self-respect, reducing them to mere concepts without any weight or significance.
“I don’t know how I’d… breathe without you, baby…” she heard him purring into her ear as she tried to catch her breath. His arms around her were steel-like. “Even if you get your memories back, I’ll never let you go, Amara Garcia, imprint this in your head.”
She chuckled lowly. “Maybe I don’t want them to return.” She turned around in his arms and nuzzled her red face into his chest. “I like this… with you. I don’ t know if I’ ll ever want anything else.”
His heart skipped several beats as he gently lowered her on the couch. He held her, cupping her cheek.
“I love you, Amara. And I mean it.”
She smiled at him as she felt exhaustion taking over her body. He had tired her. Kaelith noticed as her eyelids started to get heavy and he felt his heart fluttering when she looked drowsily at him as if he meant the world to her.
Never had he felt this way, and he never would.
“You’re my everything, baby.” He muttered as she snuggled into the couch. Biting his lips and controlling his desires, he reminded himself she needed to rest. Standing up, he looked at her body- battered and covered in his essence and felt the wave of pride washing over him. His. All his.
Taking the tissues from the side table, he gently wiped her. Every scar of hers was covered with his marks. Staring from her face, he wiped away the sweat and ruined makeup, and grinned to himself. So fucking perfect.
Moving onto her neck and chest, he softly dabbed the area, all while brushing his knuckles against her delicate skin. And when he reached her legs, he felt his pants tightening. Fuck. This girl would drive him to death.
Her legs glistened with his semen, as he resisted the urge to push all the cum back into her, impregnating her with his seeds, but he refrained. When he was done, he dressed her and tucked her under the soft blanket. With one look at her, he decided to make a call to the hotel.
******
When she opened her eyes, Amara realized she was being carried. Her eyes fluttered open. For a second she panicked as confusion washed over her, but when she grasped it was Kaelith, her initial panic and fear melted away. She relaxed in his arms, as she looked up at him with sleepy eyes.
“Where are we going?” She wrapped her arms around him, his warmth soothed her anxious heart.
“Sleep... I’ll wake you up,” Kaelith murmured smiling down at her. Amara hummed, suddenly feeling tired again. Last night he tired her and now she barely had any strength to walk or even lift a finger.
She snuggled closer and closed her eyes. She let out a soft and gentle hum. Her body relaxed and she once again drifted into the dark world of dreams.
Kaelith heard her light snores and tugged her closer.
The guards around him bowed as he gently and slowly adjusted her in his arms and got into the car.
He shifted her in his arms and settled her onto his lap.
She appeared so small and delicate in his embrace making him want to protect her at all cost. A faint smile played on his lips as he tucked her hair behind her ear.
The car reverberated onto the road.
When Amara woke up for the second time, she felt cold sheets against her skin rather than Kaelith’ s familiar warmth.
Slowly opening her lids, she pushed herself onto her elbows and looked around with her blurry eyes.
As she blinked, the clearer her vision got and her eyes focused on the large floor-to-ceiling glass window, the chiffon curtains flowing with the soft breeze. For a second panic seized her.
Quickly all the sleep left her and she swung her legs off the bed and fearfully looked around. Where was she? Where was Kaelith?
Her heart pounding in her chest, and panic coursed through her veins as she scanned her surroundings.
The room was large, almost twice the size of a normal bedroom, with two leather couches in the middle with a glass round coffee table, and to the extreme left, there was a small door.
A paper bag was placed on the coffee table and a box was wrapped in grey velvet with a red bow on the top of it.
She swallowed hard. “Kaelith?” She anxiously called out.
When she heard no reply, her fear multiplied ten times.
The cold breeze through the window hit her again, and that’s when she noticed she wasn’t wearing the jeans and blouse she initially wore.
Looking down at herself, she gasped when she realised her body was covered with a flimsy lace see-through lingerie.
Though she was wearing the underwear, she could feel her nipples erecting at the lack of the bra and due to the cold breeze.
Automatically, she wrapped her arms around herself and swallowed.
Fear and confusion intertwined and she was about to call for Kaelith again when she heard the door knob twisting.
Her body alerted and she watched anticipatedly as the knob twisted again and the door opened.
With her heart in her mouth, she watched completely helplessly in the darkness as a figure appeared, his silhouette dark against the striking light.
The man closed the door behind him and Amara blinked trying to focus on his face.
As he stepped closer, she could see his face now, though there was no light and she didn’t know where the switch was, she could make out his familiar features as the lights from outside fell upon his face.
That sharp jaw-line and striking grey eyes. She could never not recognise them.
A mixture of relief washed over her as she jogged towards him and jumped into his arms.
“Kaelith...”
Kaelith quickly caught her in his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. His warmth immediately enveloped her. He gently stroked her hair. “Did you sleep well?”
“You scared me. Where were you?” She asked breathing in his scent as her fear subdued.
He chuckled pulling away and making her look at him. “I had a call to make.” He trailed a finger lightly along her jawline, his eyes locked with hers. “Did you like the dress?”
Amara’s brows thinned. “Dress?” His touch sending shivers down her spine.
Kaelith bobbed his head towards the coffee table. “You’re going to attend a party with me.”