Page 39 of Broken Desires

The memory of my half-joking promise makes me grimace. Since losing my hearing, I’ve danced only for myself, in solitude where I can’t be judged or pitied. “Liam, no,” I protest, shaking my head, the thought of performing making me anxious. “I’m not—I’m—It won’t be good.”

He doesn’t waver, his confidence in me unshaken. “It will, of course it will.”

“How do you know that?” I ask, my voice filled with doubt and a tiny spark of hope.

He steps closer, his warmth enveloping me as he takes my clammy hands in his. “Because everything you do is perfection,” he says with such sincerity that my heart skips a beat.

“I—” My eyes scan the room, still processing everything.

Liam gently squeezes my hand, drawing my gaze back to him. “I rented this room weeks ago, planning every detail with the team here to tailor it, especially for you. They’ve optimized everything to accommodate your hearing loss.”

“Liam…” His name escapes me as a whisper, overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness.

“I just want to watch you dance,” he says simply.

How can I resist knowing he’s gone to such lengths just for me? Glancing down at my knee-high platform boots, I hesitate. “I’m not dressed for this.”

Then he kneels before me, his actions tender, like a prayer. He carefully unzips my boot and slides it off, followed by my sock, his kiss on my foot sending a wave of emotion through me. He repeats the gesture with the other foot, his gentleness making my heart swell.

“Why are you so perfect?” I blurt out, my voice thick with emotion.

“I’m not perfect, princess. I just—” He pauses, a tumult of feelings crossing his face as he remains knelt before me. “I want to see the freedom you find in dance.”

I nod, barely able to speak, and he rises to brush his lips against mine softly before taking a seat on a bench near the door.

“Petrushka is your favorite, isn’t it?” he asks, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“How did you remember that?” I’m astonished, recalling a late-night conversation where I’d mentioned my love for the ballet after demonstrating a move from it during one of our sexual explorations.

He just smiles. “Dance for me, princess.” He presses a button, and the light in the room dims. The floor beneath my feet begins to vibrate in sync with the visuals of a ballerina preparing to dance on the screens that the mirrors have become. It takes me a moment, but then I realize—the vibrations are guiding me to the rhythm of the music.

Surrounded by the images, feeling the beat pulsate under my bare feet, I understand the depth of Liam’s gesture. He’s not just asking me to dance; he’s inviting me into a world where my passion for dance isn’t hindered by my deafness but celebrated. With a deep breath, I let go of my reservations and prepared to share with him the most intimate part of myself as I dance.

And so, I dance—each movement a reflection not just of the music’s rhythm but of my life’s journey. Surrounded by mirrored images of ballerinas, I let the vibrations guide me, becoming one with the beat. This isn’t just a dance; it’s a release, a catharsis.

With each motion, I channel the highs and lows of my life—the neglect from my parents, the profound silence of losing my hearing, and the despair of thinking I’d never dance again. Yet, as I move, the narrative shifts to one of resilience and rebirth. The dance speaks of the friendships that lifted me and the newfound strength I discovered within myself.

And then there’s Liam. The dance softens, each movement a delicate whisper of my feelings for him. It’s as if my love, fears, and hopes are all woven into the fabric of the dance, revealing the depth of my emotions.

This isn’t just a performance; it’s a declaration of my past pains, my present joys, and the love that has quietly grown. It’s a dance that encapsulates my life’s story, highlighting not just where I’ve been but where I’m going, all wrapped in the silent music that only I can hear. As the last vibration lingers in the air, I realize this dance—this beautiful, raw, and honest dance—will be a moment I cherish forever, a symbol of my journey and the love that dances quietly in my heart.

As the performance ends and the lights brighten, I turn to face him, breathless. The look in his eyes squeezes my heart tight—admiration, awe, love. In his gaze, I’m more than just myself; I’m everything beautiful and profound. For a fleeting moment, seeing myself through his eyes, I believe it too. This moment, his gift, it’s something I’ll cherish forever.

I walk toward him, my movements a little uncertain. “Did you enjoy it?” I ask, though his expression has already given me the answer.

“Enjoy it?” He stands up, closing the distance between us with a few strides. “Nessa, it was more than enjoyment. It was like witnessing pure magic, an art form so beautiful and personal that it was a privilege to watch.” His face is hard, reflecting so many emotions, his hands reaching out to gently cup my face.

The intensity in his gaze is overwhelming. “You saw me,” I whisper, the realization dawning on me. Not just the dancer but the person behind the dance, with all my fears, hopes, and dreams.

“I saw you,” he confirms, his thumbs softly stroking my cheeks. “And you are extraordinary.”

The room feels charged with an energy I’ve never experienced before, a connection that transcends words, music, and even dance. It’s at this moment that I understand the depth of what Liam and I share isn’t just a fleeting romance but something far more profound.

He leans in, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that’s tender yet filled with all the unspoken feelings we’ve danced around.

The kiss deepens and turns from something gentle and soft to something filled with lust.

He starts exploring my mouth in the dominant way that makes me forget my own name and soaks my panties like nothing else.

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