Page 105 of Nemesync
“I’m on the pill,” she said, shyly. Almost guilty.
“I’m clean Zanae. Don’t worry.”
She kissed my shoulder before leaning closer to me.
The bed was a war zone, the sheets were all over the place, we were sweaty, red and I still wanted her even more, now that I discovered the sensation of being inside her and having her fucking screaming my name.
Her fingertips outlined the contours of my chest.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear, “We have to be careful Eli. We can’t fall in love.”
We can’t, she’s Elias’s daughter, and she’s not just his daughter, she’s his heiress. The future Lebanese Emira. And I’m the Pakhan. It could cause a war. And a destructive one.
But do I care enough about a war?
Not as much as I do for her.
“Shut that mouth so I can kiss it.”
With a smirk playing on my lips, I pulled her closer, my lips on hers, thriving from the sensation of her skin against mine.
“I thought I was the Devil. You’re scared to fall in love with me?” I asked against her neck.
She chuckled, then planted a kiss on my cheek before looking back at me more seriously, “The Devil works wonders with his tongue, so I might make an exception. But, I need you to promise me. It’s for our safety.”
“Zanae I—” I paused, letting the words hang between us and continued, “I promise you.”
She kissed me again, offering me this new obsession, her lips. My gaze traveled, discovering the delicate quote on her thigh.
I traced it with my fingers and read it in a low voice, “‘I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night’. You’re a poetic one,Milaya.”
She smiled sadly and that was enough for me to feel that fucking knot in my chest, again. “I do love the stars.”
My mother loved them too.
I traced the beautiful moon on her back, “I like this one.”
“Luna did it. She was so talented.”
Her eyes were lost in sad memories, nostalgia filling her irises like a hollow ache. Dead and foggy.
But then she snapped out of it.
I wanted to reply but she touched my neck tattoo, two naked branches intertwined from either side of my nape. “It’s beautiful. Maybe now I want even more to get under your skin and feel the meanings of every inch of ink you have on your body,” she smiled.
“I think you were under my skin way before that.”
She just grinned wider and brighter, then rose from the bed. And I watched her naked and ethereal, bruised by me, stained by me, her soft pale skin adorned by the marks I left. The silk sheets draped around her softly as she moved to the bathroom. And I just watched.
What was I doing? What were we doing? Was it wrong?
Maybe, but nothing felt righter than this.
She was with me, in my bed, wearing my clothes, snuggling in my arms. She belonged there.
Why? I didn’t know.
But I felt it. She belonged tome.
