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Then, Shana’s balance wavers at the force of my passion, both overwhelming and uncontrollable. It’s then I realize there’s an opening to the gazebo, where the railing disappears and overlooks the serene lake. We topple, a pair entwined, falling into the lake’s waiting arms.
The water crashes over us, a cold shock that snaps Shana from the trance of attraction. Her natural impulse to escape from me surges to the forefront. She pushes me off, and I reach out for her hand.
We surface, returning to the same gazebo that united us in the first place. I pull myself up first before I assist Shana onto the structure. The cold water cools down the heat caused between us. However, it comes back at full force once seeing Shana dripping wet.
The robes stick to her skin, and the white clothes are transparent. I can see her figure better, and I want to sink my teeth in it. The dress lifts up underwater, and I find myself trailing my hands over her leg.
But with her face drenched, flushed, and droplets falling from her hair – There are no words to describe the beauty of it.Bathed under the moonlight, her eyes shine, and her parted lips are something out of a dream.
She’s the incarnation of the Ualaire. I’ll never tire of comparing her to it. Meeting Shana makes me believe in the ancient myth that’s now just an outdated pick-up line.
After catching her breath, she looks up at me. She presses her lips together, feeling the remnants of my kiss. She turns away defeated.
“We have to stop,” she says.
I frown. “Why?”
She sighs sharply. “This isn’t right. We shouldn't… I shouldn’t be doing this,” she says, moving to leave.
To leave me.
Relentless in my newfound need, I pull her back. I circle my arms around her small waist, gripping her hips.
“Stop running away. Can’t you feel it? This connection?” I ask, my voice a velvet command.
She swallows hard, searching my face. The doubt on her face gives me the urge to just take her right now. To prove to her that there’s an undeniable connection.
“Feel it,” I whisper, grazing her lips with a wet finger. I trail it down to her chest, resting my palm over it. “Feel me inside of you.”
Her silence speaks volumes. Her heavy breathing is a testament to the depth of our bond – to the tumultuous desire she cannot voice.
“I can’t,” she says softly, not denying my touch.
“Don’t fight it.”
I, a man reborn in the span of a heartbeat, shower her face with tender kisses. I start on her forehead, then move to each of her eyes, even as droplets of water fall off her long eyelashes. Her soft cheeks are still painted pink.
I inhale deeply, taking in her intoxicating scent. I bite her cheek, receiving a yelp from her. Then, I lick it gently, enjoying the salt of her skin.
Each touch is a pledge, a claim of the bond we share. I capture her luscious lips again with an urgency that leaves no room for doubt, kissing her with a fervency that obliterates any remaining resistance.
Soon, she slowly gives in, closing her eyes, clutching my clothes, and sighing against my lips. The delirium passes between us like a strong current, dragging us down to deep waters where we’ll both drown.
I snake my hand underneath the dress, finally clasping her leg. She gasps in surprise when she suddenly feels me grab underneath her ass. The dazed expression on her face is enough permission for me to thoroughly enjoy her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper on her lips, licking over them.
Tonight started as a wish to cause havoc. To continue my path of chaos and destruction in the simplest ways. I had in mind to do the same to this temple, but I found a better source. A better outlet to stain my corrupted self.
But I think that’s anything but possible. My vanity and arrogance want to do vile things in order to trap her. The side of me that's not so malicious simply wants to bask in her magnificent glow. To enjoy the purity of this precious, and sacred, possession.
I place her legs over my waist. Like a good girl, she locks her feet together, giving me more access to her. The dress slips off her shoulders, exposing her collarbone and a bit of her breasts.
She moves her hand to cover herself, but I hold her down. I remove myself from entrancing lips and kiss a path down her neck.
“Let me taste you more.”
I take a bite, relishing how she shivers from a simple touch.
