DANICA
Words failed me. My throat was tight, and it felt like my eardrums might burst from the sheer intensity of my longing for him. He leaned in once more, and this time, I didnât have the strength to pull away.
His lips met mine for the first time, and we both trembled as if we were touching something sacred and untouchable, something beautifully wrong. This was what a real kiss felt like. It was an explosion of energy between two people that felt powerful enough to topple anyone who dared to interfere.
It began slow and sweet, his hands exploring seemingly innocent places on my body, but making it feel so sensual, so taboo that it was almost unspeakable. His hand rested on my lower back, my knitted sweater lifting slightly from our movements, allowing our skin to touch, sparking like electricity.
As our lips moved in harmony, one of my hands tangled in his dirty blonde curls, while the other rested on his jaw, feeling it tighten under my touch, holding back the desire we both felt. His hand slid higher up my back, under my sweater, while his other hand tangled in my raven hair.
I felt so small in his hold, yet he dominated me as if it was the most natural thing in the worldâ¦and to me, it felt as natural as breathingâ¦when people just instinctively know what to do. My hand slid down his torso, over his rapidly beating heart, and when I reached his abs, he let out a deep, almost inhuman growl.
It was supposed to be just one kiss. But now⦠I didnât know how to stop. Maybe it was the forbidden nature of it all that kept us wanting more. Maybe we would be okay.
Maybe we just needed to get it out of our system. The kiss grew more intense, more rough, just as my body was begging him for. His hands tightened around me, and I was the one who reached for his jacket, wanting him to take it off.
But he stopped my hands and the kiss, breathing heavily next to me.
âDanica, are you sure?â he asked, holding my hands where he had stopped me.
I was sure, and selfish enough to let this happen, knowing the potential consequences if anyone found out. I held his gaze firmly.
âIf they donât knowâ¦nothing bad happens, right?â I asked, my voice trembling with fear.
I saw his eyes soften.
âOnly our sanity might be at risk.â
âIt already isâ¦â
What would happen if I allowed myself to feel this just once, ensuring it never happened again because I couldnât risk his life any further? I knew the consequences of indulging, and yet⦠I was ready to take the risk. I pressed my lips to his.
We were both hesitant, but not once did we kiss as if we were unsure. We were sure, just afraid of what would come after. I removed his jacket with his assistance, and while he took off his shirt, I removed my sweater.
He sat on the edge of my bed, staring at me, a blush creeping onto his face. It was a stark contrast to his usual cold, intimidating gaze. But I also stared. At his perfectly sculpted body.
As a healer, he was flawless. Even the wolf injury was nowhere to be seen. But those eyes. Those damned multicolored eyes were consuming me.
I could feel them heating me up. I reached for the hooks of my bra and bared myself to him. His blush deepened, and his breath quickened. I slowly approached him, and with a swift movement, he pulled me down onto my bed, hovering over me.
His hand on my waist, gently tracing patterns on my skin. I knew I wasnât perfect. But in that moment, I was. In his touch, I was perfect.
Because how could someone so perfect touch anything less than perfection? His lips moved down to my collarbone, leaving a trail of wet kisses down my torso, teasing me slowly. He lavished attention on my neck, making my back arch in pleasure and desire.
It didnât take long for a moan to escape my lips, making him smirk in satisfaction. My hands roamed over his skin and through his hair. At times, I pulled him even closer. But he was already as close as he could be, as if we were one.
Soon enough, our clothes were discarded, lost in the heat of the moment. It felt right. To feel his skin against mine. To kiss his flesh, covered in goosebumps.
It was something so simple. Just two bodies. Skin against skin. Lips against lips. Soul touching soul. A simple act of desire, but it felt like something extraordinary. Pure beauty.
Iâd been with men before. But there was no one quite like him. No one who filled my mind with such sinful thoughts. He paused, his gaze lingering on me as his hands traced the contours of my body.
âIâ¦,â he began, his voice barely above a whisper. âI canât guarantee that I wonât shatter your heart.â
I was aware of that. He was mine, but not in the tangible world. In our idyllic, uncomplicated fantasy, we were each otherâs beloved.
I allowed him to shatter my heart. The thought that I would always love him, regardless of his actions, was terrifying. In secret, while the law denied him the right to reciprocate my feelings.
I kissed him, reassuring him that it didnât matter to me. I desired him, even if it was fleeting, and he was the only one who could make me feel what I yearned for. He brought heaven to me, allowing me to understand what it truly felt like.
He alone could be my clandestine heaven and secret love. His hands began to wander over my body. He touched me as if he possessed me, with confidence, while I remained timid.
I donât believe he noticed, he was in an entirely different world. We were both naked, our bodies pressed against each other, and I yearned for more. I drew his face closer to mine, our foreheads touching.
âI want you,â I murmured, my breath hitching.
His jaw tightened under my touch, his eyes squeezed shut.
âI feel like an impostor,â he confessed, and I tried to discern his remorseful expression. âThere are things you donât know. Things that, if you knew, you would despise me.â
No! I desired him! I needed him!
âHugo,â I said softly, and he looked up at me languidly. He kissed me again, waiting for me to continue. His fingertips lightly brushed the center of my ribcage, as soft as a feather.
âI know we shouldnâtâ¦â His eyes met mine and he froze. âBut I also know that I might not have much life left. Much left to feel.â
He immediately shook his head. I cut him off before he could speak.
âItâs true. You know it. I have nothing to lose, itâs you who has everything to lose, if they discover usâ¦â
âYouâre the only thing they can take from me. I have nothing else that matters to me. If I donât have you. Then Iâve already lost everything,â his eyes mirrored the intensity of mine.
Filled with eager hope.
âIf I can have you just for a moment at the cost of my freedom. Iâll take it.â
âDo it. Take it.â