Chapter 45 His Sudden Praposal
ARIA'S POV
The night is completely quiet. Inside the house, I can hear only the soft rustle of the breeze and the distant ticking of the clock. Everyone is asleep… I slowly make my way toward his room, my heart beating faster with every step. As I reach the door, I hear a soft knock. My pulse races. I whisper, “Come in.”
He enters the room, and I hold out a bottle of water. I give it to him softly, my voice trembling slightly, a mix of excitement and nervousness, “Water…”
He smiles and says, “Come closer.”
My heart skips a beat. I move closer to him, slowly, with a slight hesitation. With every step, my mind races, but I try to steady myself, as if I am walking through a dream.
As I stand in front of him, his eyes are fixed on me, observing every detail. He looks at me with an intensity I’ve never seen before. I feel small and vulnerable, yet a strange confidence rises from within me.
He gently takes my hand. My heart jumps. His touch radiates warmth and security, as if all the tension in the world has vanished for a moment.
Then… he places his lips on mine. My body freezes. I don’t know how this is happening. I try to slow my breathing, but inside me, a storm of excitement and nervousness rages.
After a few moments, he pulls away gently. We both take deep breaths. My heart is pounding with a strange mixture of fear and happiness.
And then… he looks at me and asks, “Would you like to be my life partner?”
It feels as if time has stopped. Confusion, surprise, and joy hit me all at once. My face fills with astonishment. I stare into his eyes, but words catch in my throat.
I stammer, my voice barely steady, “Is… is this really you?”
His eyes are completely focused on me. He smiles softly and says, “Look… I’ve gathered all my courage to tell you this. Now… just a yes or no.”
My heart starts racing. His tone… so sincere, so confident, it sends a strange mix of nervousness and excitement through me.
He steps closer, pausing for a moment, and asks gently, “So… will you spend your life with me?”
I can’t tear my eyes away from his. Every word sinks deep into my heart, echoing with meaning. He reaches out and takes my hand softly, “I will take care of you… always love you. Everything I am is yours. Just… in our closeness, I may be a little aggressive. But I promise… you’ll never feel pain because of me. Understand?”
I nod slowly, a shy smile spreading across my face, “Yes…”
He smiles a little more and kisses my forehead, then looks deep into my eyes and asks, “You’re not saying this out of pressure, right?”
I reply softly, with quiet confidence, “No… why would I say it out of pressure? You’re good… you’ve cared for me so much. Who wouldn’t want to spend their life with someone like you?”
His face lights up even more. He smiles, kisses my forehead again, and then suddenly lifts me into his arms.
“God… god!” He spins me gently up and down, and I can’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling out of me. My heart and eyes shine with pure happiness.
Holding me close, he says, softly yet firmly, “Just… keep laughing like this always. I want to see you this way, always.”
Then, slowly, he sets me down and comes very close to me. His face is just in front of mine, our eyes locked together. For a moment, the world seems to stop, and we are lost in each other’s gaze.
Then… he pauses, thinks for a moment, and steps back slightly.
I ask softly, “What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head and says, “Nothing…”
I tilt my head, confused, “Then why are you turning your face away from me?”
He looks at me with intensity, his voice low, “When I see you… I lose control.”
I take a small step closer, my voice teasing, “Then lose it.”
He hesitates, his gaze flickering with both desire and restraint, “No… your body just got better. I won’t do anything.”
Without thinking, I suddenly press myself against him. My heart pounding, I look straight into his eyes and say, “Then you’ll have to do everything you want.”
As I say this, I gently place my lips on his, closing the space between us.
Within moments, our clothes lie discarded in a tangled heap on the cold floor, and the air in the room is thick with the heavy, rhythmic sound of my desperate whimpers.
He is driving into me with a primal, unrelenting force that borders on cruelty, his every thrust a punishing collision that rocks my entire frame. Despite the raw intensity, a dark, addictive familiarity has taken hold of me; the sheer violence of his passion has become my only solace, and I find myself arching my hips upward, meeting every brutal lunge with a feverish hunger of my own.
I am actively seeking the friction, lifting myself off the mattress to take him deeper, my body vibrating with a mixture of agony and profound surrender.
He leans down, his breath scorching my ear as he rasps, "I'm sorry, Aria, but I can't control myself anymore."
His voice is thick with a dangerous, unchecked need. My lungs burn as I take a sharp, jagged breath, my eyes locking onto his with a wild intensity. "Don't... don't control it," I moan, my voice trembling but certain.
In a defiant act of possession, I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back to trap him within me. The invitation shatters his remaining restraint.
He erupts into a frenzied, ruthless pace, his body becoming a blur of motion as he hammers into me. He treats my body like a territory to be conquered, his heavy, rhythmic battering turning my whimpers into breathless, high-pitched cries as he relentlessly ravages me, pushing us both toward a chaotic, inevitable breaking point.
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!