Page 107 of Nemesync
A little laugh escaped me, even I was surprised, I was not an easy person to make laugh.
“I love hearing you laugh. I love the sound of it,” she added, grinning, ear to ear.
“Keep talking to me like that, and we’re going to inaugurate this balcony like we did to the room, Miss Dellé.”
She chuckled as I pulled her closer to me. Leaning against my shoulder, she looked again far away in the deep sky. I caressed her cheek, to remind her that I was here.
“One day; you’ll tell me about your demons,” I said, my voice softer now, “I may not be the easiest person to be around, but I’m not going anywhere.”
I hated it when she was in her head, I couldn’t stop thinking about the night I found her crying in the car and blood on her. It felt chaotic, pure torture.
She faced me and gave me this pretty little smile I see everywhere, “Perhaps I don’t want you to go anywhere.”
My gaze lingered on her lips, all red, her cheeks hot and flushed, “You’re begging to be fucked at this point, Zanae.”
I closed the distance, capturing her lips in a kiss that held both hunger and restraint, under the eyes of the stars, witnessing this new thing between us, just like she told me.
They witnessed us, a tornado meeting a volcano.
Destructive but beautiful.
“You taste like the finest wine I’ve ever had.”
She was breathless, and tipsy, and so pretty.
“Taste some more if you like it,” she whispered, teasing me.
I grinned against her lips, breathing her in, “I might just get drunk on you.”
The world disappeared when our lips met again. It was a new symphony I’ve ever heard before. One of conflicted sensations going through my mind, expressing how much I would willingly give her everything to taste those lips forever.
My hands found her waist, pulling her closer, the plaid slipping off her shoulders. When we finally broke apart, my eyes bore into hers, “You obsess me.”
She grinned, her fingers tracing a provocative pattern on my chest. “Is it good?”
“I don’t know yet.” I scooped her up in my arms and continued, “Let’s go inside, you’re shivering.”
I went up to my room, still holding her.
She gazed at me with incomprehension all over her features. “Elijah, this isn’t the way to my room.”
I kept moving towards mine nonchalantly, “Because you’re sleeping in mine.”
She raised an eyebrow, a sly smile forming on her lips, “And why is that?”
I lowered my face, planting a small, teasing kiss on her lips, “Because I decide, and if I want you right next to me, you’ll be right next to me.”
“And if I don’t want to?”
“Nonsense. You obviously want to.”
“And if I try to run away during the night.”
“Then I’ll tie you up and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
She giggled, her head falling on my chest, “Completely insane.”
I was insane. Abouther.
