As the rain started pouring hard, Amara smiled, her eyes lighting up with playful excitement. Her smile was infectious, and Kaelith couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer joy radiating from her. His chest tightened and a strange sensation crept over him. She used to dance like this in the rain when she was a child. And that memory brought a painful pang.
It was in the rain she rejected him too. Two years had passed, but Kaelith couldn’t let go of that feeling. That night he lost everything along with her. His jaw ticked as he shut his eyes letting the rain wash away the pain. His ears focused on her laughs mingling with the raindrops.
Kaelith raised his head catching her gaze, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of intense dark emotions representing the storm that now brewed inside him.
Amara twirled around, the t-shirt clinging to her body, and Kaelith circled her. His eyes darted to her chest as her breasts peeked through the t-shirt.
Kaelith licked his lips along with the rain and he frowned down at her, his voice low and deep. "What are you, Amara Garcia? Why did you come into my life?"
Amara looked into his eyes, visibly gulping and then she smiled. No word escaped her lips, but Kaelith felt his world rocking.
He pulled her even closer, “You cannot leave me now. I do not permit you to leave. I don’t know about eternity, but in this moment, in this second, you’re mine. Your heart is mine, your body is mine, and your memories, they’re mine too.”
The intensity of the rain matched the intensity of his eyes. Amara blinked at him and gently put her small hands on either shoulder. And then a strange thing happened. Kaelith shuddered. He tightened his hold on her waist and nuzzled his face into her neck.
“Mine, mine, mine, mine.” He mumbled squeezing her into his arms. Amar couldn't believe a man as big as him was so vulnerable in her arms. There was a sudden softness to his face and eyes. Hairs now lay in a disheveled mess as they fell on his forehead, covering it like a tousled curtain. The droplets of rain streamed down his high cheekbones before gracefully dripping down his chiseled jawline.
Amara stood close, her hair clinging to her skin, yet she hardly cared. She looked up at him, her gaze catching the vulnerability in his softened expression.
He reached up to sweep the wet strands away from his eyes, his fingers brushed against her cheek. The touch sent an electric shiver down Amara's spine. The depth of his eyes, the curve of his lips, and the rugged contours of his face.
Amara felt her stomach flipping. How could he look so handsome, all drenched?
His abdominal muscles pressed against her torso, and the realization of his physical presence ignited a warmth within her.
Something was changing between them, or maybe in her. She felt his lips on her neck as he sucked possessively.
Kaelith whispered, "You're my storm, Amara, no matter what I do, I cannot avoid it."
Her breathing was uneven, and taking a shaky breath, she felt her throat parching. Their breaths mingled, warm against the cool rain, as he pulled her even closer. Kaelith tilted her chin up, his lips a breath away from hers.
"You make my heart race," he confessed, his voice a husky murmur. Amara's fingers trailed gently down the curve of his jaw.
And his was the rhythm her heart danced to.
Their lips met in a slow, searing kiss. Raindrops tasted like liquid passion as their bodies pressed together. Kaelith whispered between kisses, "You're my tempest and my calm, Amara."
And he was becoming her chaos.
CHAPTER 51
Amara was flushed to her core. Her insides were dancing weirdly and her body in his arms was feeling so hot despite the cold rain as he carried her inside. Her legs had given up on the strength, and so did her arms. She was thankful Kaelith was carrying her. Cause she didn’t know how she would’ve managed to climb the stairs with a tremble.
Her breaths, heart, and time seem to be still all together. These feelings she was experiencing were so strange and somewhat familiar like she had gone through them sometime earlier. Hiding her face into his neck, Amara breathed in his scent. Her lips met his neck unconsciously, drinking in the rain droplets, tasting his skin.
Kaelith’sbreath hitched as he looked down at her in his arms. If she kept provoking him like this, he’ d end up doing something crazy. His self-control was slipping, and she kept teasing him with her innocence. Those slanted eyes, dark locks, parted lips, and vulnerability in her eyes. Fuck. Fuck,fuck, fuck.
No creation of the world could be compared to her.
As if God specifically took his sweet time carving her. As if she was made for him. To bathe in his darkness and make him hers. There was no word Kaelith could find in the dictionaries that could name the feelings he had for her- beyond obsession, crueler than possession, painful than separation and a lot purer than love.
A possessive feeling crept up his chest as she shyly shattered in his arms, something so volatile that made him hide her from the world, and not let anyone touch even her shadow. He clenched his jaw and snuggled her closer to his chest as his pace fastened.
His face was a stoic mask, betraying no emotion. Amara stole glances at him, desperately trying to read the unreadable.
His jaw clenched, and his gaze focused straight ahead. There was a tension in the air, an unspoken something that hung heavy between them. Amara's heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears, drowning out the soft patter of raindrops against the window.
He opened the door of his room with his foot, banging it loudly against the wall. He moved powerfully, his movements cautious. He gently urged Amara to sit on the edge of the bed, his touch filled with tenderness yet callousness. Her nerves heightened, a strange electricity coursing through her veins.
