Yours, Forever 2
And I kissed him hard. Desperate.
His breath caught. His body tensed like a struck wire. For a heartbeat, he didn’t move. Then everything in him came alive.
His hands flew to my waist, possessive and trembling. He crushed me against him like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. Our mouths clashed, urgent, starved, like we were trying to breathe through each other.
I pulled back, chest heaving. My lips tingled. “What am I doing?” I whispered, stunned by my own boldness.
Adam’s smirk was slow, sinful. Heat darkened his eyes to something almost inhuman. “You tell me.”
His voice brushed over me like velvet and smoke.
Then he leaned in again, this time slower, deeper. His lips moved over mine like he had all the time in the world like he already owned me and was savoring every second of it. The kiss shifted, turned softer… then demanding. He tasted like storm and sin and everything I never knew I needed.
My fingers dug into his shoulders. My body pressed closer.
“Mark me,” I breathed against his lips. “Make me yours.”
He stilled, his forehead resting gently against mine.
“Emmanuelle…” he said softly. “It’ll hurt.”
“I’m not scared.”
“You should be.”
I didn’t flinch. “I’m ready. I want this. I want you no matter what it costs.”
His hands rose, cupping my face. His thumb brushed across my cheek, slow and reverent.
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he whispered, almost broken.
“Yes, I do.” I met his gaze. “I’m asking you to stop running. And I’ll stop too.”
He groaned, pulling me close until our bodies were flush. One arm wrapped around my waist. The other slid up to the back of my neck, his fingers threading into my hair.
He tilted my chin up. “Close your eyes,” he said.
I hesitated.
He watched me, then huffed a short breath of amusement. “Of course you won’t.”
He gently covered my eyes with his palm. His touch was warm, grounding. I felt the air change the electricity that always wrapped around him thickening.
Then
Pain.
White-hot and merciless, his fangs pierced my neck. I gasped, back arching, breath stolen. But beneath the pain was something else—raw, dizzying pleasure. It rushed through me like wildfire.
I cried out.
Magic slammed into me.
My vision blurred. My skin burned. Something primal howled inside me. My legs buckled. Adam caught me before I hit the floor, cradling me like I was breakable. I shook in his arms, the bond tearing through me, ancient and unstoppable.
“Stay with me, Emmanuelle,” he whispered fiercely. “Stay.”
I screamed. My bones felt like they were shattering. My veins pulsed with molten heat. My body writhed, every nerve alight but I didn’t let go. I couldn’t. I wrapped my arms around him and held on like he was the only real thing left.
The magic crackled. My skin glowed faintly gold. Then
Silence.
The storm passed. The world stilled.
I opened my eyes.
Everything was different.
The air felt sharper. My hearing clearer. My heart quieter.
Adam helped me to my feet, still holding me like I might fall again.
“Come,” he said, leading me to the mirror in the hallway.
I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. Her hair was the same, her face familiar—but her eyes…
Gold.
Glowing, molten gold.
“Won’t people notice?” I asked, voice shaking.
Adam turned me toward him, cupping my jaw. Then he kissed me fierce, claiming, like he needed to remind me who I belonged to now.
“They won’t,” he murmured. “Not if you trust me.”
And I did.
“I’m yours, Adam,” I whispered. “Completely.”
His eyes flashed with something darker hungrier. “Are you sure?”
“There’s no going back. I know that.” I nodded, breathing him in. “And I don’t want to.”
He kissed me again rougher this time. Our mouths collided, urgent, wild. My hands slid under his shirt, feeling the taut muscles of his back. He growled low in his throat, the sound sending a pulse straight between my legs.
He lifted me like I weighed nothing, carrying me to the sofa. The air shimmered with heat.
His mouth was on my throat, brushing over the fresh mark. I trembled.
“Mine,” he growled, his voice a promise and a threat all at once.
Then his teeth sank into the other side this time slower, more possessive than painful.
Pleasure tore through me like a wave.
I moaned his name, nails digging into his shoulders. His hand slipped under my shirt, grazing my breast through lace. I gasped, arching into his touch.
Clothes suddenly felt like barriers.
“Take it off, Adam,” I gasped. “Take it all off. I need you.”
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Okay guys, I think it’s time I told you the truth. From the beginning of this story, I never actually planned to put Emmanuelle and Adam in a relationship. But my younger sister kept insisting that I should give them more scenes together and honestly, I’m glad I listened to her.
I hope you all are enjoying their journey just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe it truly means a lot to me!
Thank you for reading ❤️