Her smile widens slightly, but there’s a flicker of something in her eyes—an understanding, a quiet strength that has always drawn me to her. And in this moment, with the weight of the day pressing down on me, I feel it again. That pull, that need, that undeniable connection.
I lean in, pressing my forehead against hers, breathing in her scent as my hands trail down her back, pulling her impossibly closer. “You have no idea how much I need you,” I murmur, my lips brushing against hers, barely a whisper of a touch.
Her breath hitches, and her hands slide up to grip my shoulders. “Show me,” she whispers, her voice trembling slightly but filled with trust.
Something in me snaps, the restraint I’ve been holding onto breaking as my lips crash against hers. The kiss is deep, consuming, filled with everything I’ve been holding back—the frustration, the need, the love that only she can bring out in me.
I lift her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the bedroom, the world narrowing to just the two of us. Her hands are in my hair, her lips warm and eager against mine, and every touch, every kiss, fans the fire growing between us.
When we reach the bed, I lay her down gently, my hands moving to unlace her dress with deliberate slowness. She watches me, her eyes dark and filled with a mix of desire and something deeper, something that makes my chest tighten.
“Kael,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible, and the sound of my name on her lips sends a shiver through me.
I lean down, my lips trailing along her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders, as my hands explore the curves of her body. Every touch is deliberate, every kiss a vow, and the way she responds—her soft gasps, the way her body arches toward me—fuels the fire inside me.