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Her chest moved up and down as she felt tingles in her stomach. She felt so wrong doing thiswith him, convincing herself that she had no say in this, that it was Kaelith who was doing this to her. That she was being forced into this.

But both of them knew the truth. She did not dare to refuse him. Like her mind was already the prisoner of his touches.

All she could hear was her breathy gasps.

"This…This is wrong…" Amara shook her head trying to push him away but the more she twisted, the more his hold was tightening on her waist. The way his fingers teased the clit, digging and massaging the skin.

"What is wrong?" Kaelith feigned ignorance pecking his way down her legs to between her legs. "Mekissingyou?"

At this moment Amara knew he was playing with her, teasing her, driving her to the edge. "Don't...please." She muttered despite feeling butterflies in her stomach. Chest tightening, breath hitching.

Kaelith cupped her cheek, pulling her face to his. His eyes were darker than the night and deeper than the ocean. Lips curled in a cruel smile. "By the time I’ll be done with you, you’d be coming on my fingers, my mouth.” He muttered tracing her lips with his thumb as he pulled at the bottom lip. His eyes followed his thumb as Amara swallowed.“And soon, you’ll come on my dick too.”

"Kaelith—" Kaelith fisted the bodice of her lingerie and with one single pull, he ripped the dress in shreds.

Amara let out a startled gasp as she instinctively wrapped her arms around her chest holding ontothetatteredpiecesandlookingwide-eyedathim."Whatareyoudoing?"Shepanickedas Kaelith grabbed her wrists and pushed them behind her grabbing the torn piece of the fabric and ripped it.

"Kaelith!" Amara wiggled as he tied her hands with the torn-out piece of the cloth. "N-no!”

"Don’t fight me, you won’t win.” He muttered securing the knot. The dress now hung in torn pieces around her breasts exposing the half of her cleavage and her erect nipples.

Amara felt helpless and vulnerable with him around her, arms tied and him towering over her. Another yelp escaped her lips as he played teasingly with the torn hanging pieces of the dress before pulling it hardly tearing the bodice apart. Thecold air hit her chest as she shut her eyes, feeling embarrassed and nervous.

"Look at me and lie again while your pussy is literally dripping for my cock." Kaelith growled in her ear as he cupped her core possessively and sensually moved his hand in tantalizingly slow circles.

She flinched when she felt his fingers running down her cheeks sensually stopping on her jaw as the hand cupped her jaw. She breathed out heavily feeling a warm breath against her mouth. The fingers around her jaw cupped her jaw from behind.

Amara's heart quickened as his lips met hers, a delicate dance of emotions unfolding within her. A subtle mixture of anticipation and vulnerability lingered in the air as the warmth of his kiss enveloped her. Her senses heightened, acutely aware of the gentle pressure, the softness of his lips against hers. And the wet sloppy sounds as his palm spanked her core lightly.

A rush of emotions– a flutter of butterflies, a tinge of desire, and a depth, that's all she felt. There was a ferocity in his need to claim her.

The way his lips moulded hers, she expected him to be rough, yet he was gentle. So gentle that her body took a whole minute to recognize him. She waited for the nauseating repulsion to approach, the disgust she thought she’d feel.

Yet when it didn't come, a new wave of desire washed over her. His fingers gentle like feathers tilted her head to deepen the kiss as his tongue pushed past her mouth. An involuntary moan left her mouth as Kaelith groaned into her mouth.

"I'll make your mind completely blank." He muttered against her lips licking the seam of her lips as her tired eyes looked into his. Mouth parting as her chest heaved up anddown. He didn't have to say, she was already blank, like one of her canvases.

His hand moved lower to her inner thigh as her legs trembled. She jerked her wrists but they were tied.

His hand traced the hem of her ass as she gasped in fear and tried to close her legs but he slapped her inner thigh. "Uh-uh,” he growled. “Keep them open. You can either hold them wide for me yourself, or I’m tying you down and making sure you don’t have a choice." His voice was deep. Eyes dark and hooded by lust.

She breathed out. He pecked her lips and his hand teased the corner of her ass and a finger slipped inside her cunt. She let out a gasp. "Kaelith!"

"That’s it. Scream it, scream my name. Tell me whose fingers are inside you right now." She heard him breathing against her ear.

Her vision was blurry as his two fingers explored her insides. She could feel her insides clenching hard at the foreign feeling.

CHAPTER 46

Darkness always lured him. The lure of the unknown. Ever since childhood, he found comfort in nights rather than the golden flashy days. They gave him a convenience of some kind, unlike the dayswhenhe’ dhavetowitnessaconstantendeavorofhisown.Thepressureofbeingthe eldest son of the De Luca family. The all-rounder, prideful, arrogant, cold son of the family.

It intrigued him why humans tend to be drawn more to the light than the darkness. When it was the lights that judged them. And in the embrace of the darkness, he felt contempt. Wandering from place to place, yet couldn’t find the sign of peace. Like chaos was meant to be with him.

Or was the chaos he was trying to escape within him? His solitude never bothered him; he was satisfied with whatever he had. Why did he want her? why was it only she had the power to make him go insane?

The woman under him was the one he dreamt of every day and night. The mere childhood crush was now a full-blown destination. All his thoughts and prayers stopped at her. Lost in her, and finding himself within her. Shattering in her and alleviating in her. He was getting feelings he had never gotten before, and all he wanted to was stay with her for a long time.

“Kaelith…” Amara moaned as his tongue swept across her collarbones. A sweet delicacy, a forbidden harmony that escaped her lips. He knew the effect he had on her.