Page 123 of Nemesync
My heart was screaming out to him, and he couldn’t hear it as loudly as I was.
He nodded understandingly, and quickly found a hidden spot to park. The engine’s hum settled into a gentle purr as the car came to a stop. I took a deep breath, his scent filling my lungs like the nectar of a venomous flower.
Deadly and toxic.
Magnificent but lethal.
Only music around us.
‘A Little Death’ by the Neighbourhood.
He turned to face me, ready and curious to whatever I wanted to say. I felt a lump form in my throat and struggled to put my emotions into words. I took off my seatbelt and his arms encircled me as I straddled him.
My face was inches apart from his. He was so beautiful; I never found a man in my life this captivating.
Everything about him made sense now.
Everything.
He remained silent, giving me the space to share whatever was on my mind. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes,silently,heavily. The weight of everything felt unbearable—loss, betrayal, love.
“Don’t leave me alone,” I managed to let out.
His green eyes bore into mine, then his hand reached out, gently wiping away a tear that had escaped. “My beautiful Zanae, I’ll protect you.”
Was I crying? I hated it.
Grow the fuck up Zanae. Stop crying. You’re not a fucking child anymore.
The song was still vibrating in the car, and my lips found his in a hopeless kiss—a kiss that desperately yearned the promise that, now, there was him, someone I can hold on to.
Breathe Z, breathe again. Breathe him in. Feel life on his lips.
I wanted him like I wanted to heal.
I wanted him like I was dying, and he was the only remedy.
I wanted him like he was my heart’s wildfire.
The song was still playing, and I understood that I fell for him harder than I thought. I understood that I wanted to be his.
My lips were crushing his, and he kissed me back just as hungrily. He cupped my face with a hand while the other was caressing my hips in circular motions.
Elijah’s lips were soft and firm, demanding, yet tender. Each brush, each press, each bite made my heart burst, and the voices disappear.
Breathe in, breathe out Z.
My fingers found their way into his short hair, threading through the dark strands as I pulled him closer, needy,agonizingly.
A long and delicate stroke followed the arch of my back before he just pushed me closer to him. Our bodies molded together, as if they needed each other to feel complete, as if one was waiting for the other to feel alive.
It was him and I, everything else faded into insignificance.
It was a mess of passion, danger and safeness.
I could still taste the essence of his soul on my lips. We were a mess, a tangle of limbs, a blend of hushed breaths and urgent caresses.
I unzipped his pants, needing to feel everything he had to offer.
