CHAPTER 71
Amara held her breath as the attendee tightened the corset around her chest. She gently fussed over the laces, making sure every knot and bow was just right.
Amara almost gasped loudly as her breasts burst through the deep neck, held only by the straps.
Her cheeks flushed crimson. The fabric conformed snugly to her figure with each pull of the laces.
She squeezed her eyes shut. This was the first time she was going to wear such a revealing dress in public.
Her eyes snapped open in alarm, and a gasp caught in her throat as she realized how tight the bodice actually was.
Cheeks ablaze, she hoped the attendant would leave her be.
The attendee fixed her hair, typing them up with bobby pins at the back of her head, and let two lose strands cradle her face.
Amara didn’t know why Kaelith wanted to bring her with him, but she could refuse.
He was already doing so much for her and the least she could do was obey him.
As she finished her final touch-ups, Amara took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart.
She slowly looked at the mirror, and almost gasped when she saw her reflection.
With her hair all set and looking pretty.
Those loose strands framing her face gave her a relaxed vibe that she kinda liked.
She couldn't shake off the curiosity about why Kaelith wanted her to come along, but she figured, he'd been a real rock for her lately. No harm in going with the flow.
Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself how grateful she was for Kaelith's support. The man had been her lifeline, always there when she needed him. So, she shrugged off her doubts and decided to roll with it.
Amara's sparkly gown hugged her curves just right, accentuating her delicate waist with its fitted bodice.
The rich fabric cascaded around her in layers of tulle, catching the light from the chandeliers and shimmering like magic.
As she moved, the gown seemed to come alive, dancing with her every step.
“You look beautiful, Mrs. De Luca. You have a beautiful face.” The stylist's words brought a slight blush to her cheeks, and she offered a grateful smile in return. She felt a rush of nervous excitement as she realized that this evening might just be the start of something unexpected and magical.
“Thank you…” Amara shyly mumbled tucking her hair.
The door opened. Amara quickly turned towards it. And her breath hitched. Kaelith walked in fixing the cuffs of his shirt. He was talking on the phone and still hadn’t noticed her. “She’ll stay with her. Keep eyes on Francis.”
Amara felt a mix of nerves and curiosity as she waited for Kaelith to notice her.
And he did. And when he did, he halted in his steps, almost knocking over the table.
“Oh, I will, just keep her safe. I heard Abigail is also in Spain. Are you hearing? Kaelith?” Lorcan muttered in confusion.
But Kaelith was no longer hearing him. His eyes focused on the woman who was the reason for his sleepless nights. “Kaelith?”
Kaelith swallowed hard as his eyes raked over her. Slowly taking in her frame.
Her eyes, pools of warmth and depth, seemed to hold secrets untold, inviting him to unravel them one by one.
The way the fabric of the dress hugged her curves in all the right places was nothing short of mesmerizing. Every movement she made seemed to be devised, emphasizing the grace and elegance with which she carried herself.
The shimmering material caught the light, casting an ethereal glow around her as if she were bathed in moonlight.
His eyes swept over her hair, arranged in loose waves, and framed her face delicately, enhancing her features with a touch of softness.
And those eyes— those captivating eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe—drew him in like a moth to a flame.
She was more than just beautiful; she was a vision, a goddess incarnate.
The way she looked at him stirred something within him that he couldn't quite name.
Feeling Kaelith's gaze on her, Amara's pulse quickened. She shifted slightly under his scrutiny, a flush rising to her cheeks. His intense gaze seemed to linger on every curve, making her acutely aware of her own presence in the room.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they locked eyes.
The air between them crackled with an unspoken tension, charged with anticipation and something more, something she couldn't quite name.
“You fucker!” Lorcan screamed into the phone snapping Kaelith out of his daze as his nose scrunched at his high-pitched voice.
Kaelith finally became aware that he was still on the call.
Without looking at the phone, he muttered. “I’ll call you later.”
“But…”
Before Lorcan could finish, he cut the call and focused his gaze on her, this time, with awareness. He was awestruck and didn’t know if she was real or just his imagination. He couldn't believe how enchanting she looked. As the weight of her gaze settled on him, his heart quickened.
The effect she had on him was both dangerous and frightening.
Stunned by her beauty, Kaelith found himself struggling to maintain his composure.
The thin strand of his restraint snapped as he took steps towards her.
Amara swallowed hard, feeling shy. When he reached her, she realised he still looked head taller than her even if she wore six-inch high heels. Feeling utterly giddy, she fidgeted.
“Shall we?” He extended his hand towards her. She looked at him and then at his veiny hand.
“Um, yes…” Placing her hand on his, she muttered.
“I’ll take my leave, sir, madam.” The attendee bowed slightly before exiting the complex.
Amara shyly averted her gaze, unable to beat the weight of his intense gaze.
Kaelith offered his arm to Amara, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her.
The way he looked at her reminded her of all the things he did to her, how he worshipped her body.
*****
She was completely coloured in him, every part of her body, even the tiny hairs belonged to him.
She didn’t know when, but she was giving herself to him.
With him, she always felt a sense of surrender, willingly giving herself to him- body and soul.
Every part of hers-even her darkest fears and most intimate desires belonged to him.
She trusted him completely, knowing he’ d never hurt her, and with his this vulnerability tasted like fine wine.
She held her breath as his hand moved slowly down her back to her ass as he gave it a light squeeze.
“Behave for me, little one.” His touch sent shivers down her spine, she bit her lips, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her. She nodded, barely finding her words as his hands moulded her body.
“Words.” He murmured in her ear as she felt electrifying sensations creeping down her body.
“I-I will,” taking a deep breath, she said submissively. Kaelith smirked tapping her back.
“Good girl.” He praised her.
She watched in anticipation as he led her inside the large building, there were several people as they entered.
The people around quickly side-stepped stealing glances at them.
Amara swallowed hard suddenly feeling too many eyes on her making her feel exposed and self-conscious.
Her throat tightened, and she unknowingly clung to his arm.
“Relax.”
He said giving her waist a light squeeze.
As they walked in, the flash of cameras and the hum of conversations filled the air. Amara felt a mix of excitement and nerves as they made their way through the crowd, all eyes on them.
"Wow, this is... a lot," Amara murmured, her voice barely audible over the noise.
Kaelith gave her an assuring squeeze.
"Get used to it."
Amara frowned. Women nearby whispered and shot jealous glances her way, making Amara's cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment.
Kaelith guided her with a firm hand on her back.
"Don’ t be nervous, you’ re Kaelith De Luca’s woman," he smirked, pulling out a chair for her.
Amara blushed and stood next to him.
"That’s quite a statement."
“Luca, long time.” A man suddenly approached them, Amara looked baffled as Kaelith’s hold tightened over her. She looked at the man with apprehension and confusion.
“Frederick.” Kaelith acknowledged him with a curt nod.
Amara swallowed as the man’s eyes moved to her.
She immediately flinched. Her heart pounded in her chest as his gaze swept over her.
Her eyes darted between Kaelith and Frederick.
She tried to steady her breathing as the man extended his hand towards her.
“Beautiful date you have. Good evening, Ms…” Frederick's eyes sparkled mischievously as he addressed Amara.
Amara hesitated, her mind racing with uncertainty. She knew she should respond politely, but something about Frederick's demeanor set her on edge.
"Amara," she managed to reply, her voice barely above a whisper as she debated whether to extend her hand.
Before she could make a move, Kaelith's grip tightened around her wrist, his fingers firm and possessive.
The sudden pressure sent a jolt of electricity through her, anchoring her to his side with an almost possessive force.
Frederick's expression soured, a hint of displeasure flashing across his features as he turned his attention back to Kaelith.
His gaze bore into Frederick with unyielding intensity, a silent warning that brooked no argument.
His voice was firm, commanding. "Not her. She's exclusive."
Frederick's playful facade faltered for a moment, replaced by a hint of frustration. "You have a fiancé, just one—" Kaelith narrowed his eyes.
Frederick didn’t miss the feral look in his eyes and nervously chucked. "Never mind, I was just… kidding."
His gaze flickered between Kaelith and Amara. Kaelith was someone he shouldn’t mess with.
Kaelith's grip on Amara's wrist relaxed, but his protective grip remained. "Hands off of her," he reiterated, his tone cold. "Eyes too." His gaze lingered on Frederick for a moment longer, a silent reminder of who held the power in that room.
“Understood.” Frederick rubbed the back of his neck nervously glancing round.