Chapter 118 Chapter 118: A Choice Made
\[Lilia\]
Kael just stared at me for a moment, his eyes gleaming with anticipation after the words came out of my mouth.
I meant it, though. I knew it sounded absurd and illogical, a way of trying to convince myself to believe. But after hearing those things from Kael, something stirred deep down inside me. A silver lining, another glimmer of hope, despite my rational mind frantically raising warning flags to remind me not to be persuaded by everything he did or said.
However, it was already too late for that.
Kael lifted his hand and cupped the base of my neck, drawing himself closer. “Doll,” he whispered, leaning his head against mine. “You are going to be the death of me.”
There wasn’t anything funny in what he said, but somehow my sense of humor had broken, and I had no idea why I began laughing.
“You have no idea how you are already killing me,” I chuckled lowly, closing my eyes and leaning into his touch. His lips brushed softly against mine, and I felt him smiling as well, moaning in agreement.
Guess both our senses of humor are in shambles at this moment.
Kael broke the kiss and lifted me carefully. We threaded the hallway into my room, my head resting on his chest with my eyes closed, listening to the cadent beating of his heart.
Things had been so hard lately. A roller coaster of emotions that almost sent me to insanity, caused by the very man holding me right now. I did not know where this would lead or how things would end for us, but right now, all I wanted was Kael. I wanted to forget everything that had transpired between us, even just for today. To pretend we were both back in Italy.
Kael opened the door to my room single-handedly, slipping us both inside as he veered me around and slowly lay me on the bed.
“Stay,” I said before he could even turn to leave. My uninjured hand shot upward, reaching for the hem of his shirt, pulling him to a stop. He looked down at me for a moment, his brows drawn with perplexity.
My chest clattered with anticipation, and my breath grew ragged. His stare was melting me, and the amorous tension between us thickened.
“Doll, I am not going to leave. I might not be able to stop myself,” he muttered warily. I could feel the strain in his voice. He was resisting the urge.
“Don't hold back.”
Yes. I am crazy.
I did not know what I was saying, but it was too late to take back the words uttered.
Kael’s eyes gleamed with need, and with a blink, he was already on top of me, his lips crashing into mine. But unlike earlier, he was gentle, and I wasn't rejecting his kisses. Instead, I welcomed him, kissing him back with the same intensity. I moaned in delight as his enormous hand began to wander underneath my blouse, grazing his rough palm against my skin, eliciting a shudder down my spine.
I could have fought him. I could have mustered the confidence to send him away. If I had been in touch with my reasonable self at this time, I would have removed myself from his presence. But as soon as his tongue pierced my mouth and his lips covered mine, every cell in my body let out a sigh of relief, as though they had been waiting for this very moment. The rage that had been pumping through me transformed into a burning hunger.
I responded to his moan, his hand gripping tightly around my waist as though grounding himself, as though I would vanish if he let go. I couldn’t move my injured hand, but that didn't hinder my uninjured one from sinking my fingers into his hair, inhaling his familiar scent, slowly intoxicating me into submission.
“Damn it, doll!” he groaned, sucking and biting my lower lip, slanting over mine, driving me closer to insanity again—but this time with the hot, sensual provocation of an ever-deepening caress.
I could feel the fire in my body growing stronger and hotter with each passing second. My breasts ached against the fabric of my bra, my nipples hard little points begging for attention as his chest settled closer to mine.
“God, you taste good.” His roughened voice caused me to shiver with pleasure as he pulled back, staring down at me, his mossy eyes narrowed and intense. “Doll, tell me I should stop.”
“Don’t,” I mumbled helplessly, urgently tightening my grip on his hair with no plan of letting go, shivering with an exquisite pain that rode far too near to heated pleasure.
His knee went between my legs and pressed against the tender ridge, brushing against my throbbing need, my burgeoning wet desire. A fleeting thought came to my mind: could Kael feel it too? The moist pooling in the fabric of my underwear.
I had been denying myself these pleasures, forbidding myself his touch, and I could no longer hold back.
Kael abandoned my lips, moving to my ear, his tongue swirling around it sensually as I fought for breath. “Is this what you really want, doll?” he murmured gently, his lips stroking the shell of my ear. Instantaneously, my entire body writhed in approval, needing to touch him, to feel the heat and hardness he offered.
My head fell back against the plush pillow as his lips trailed down my neck. As the air surrounding us heated to a searing level, he deftly lifted my blouse over my head, taking care not to touch my injured hand, releasing the fabric from my body with blistering need.
His calloused, warm hands slid over my flesh to the pair of aching mounds waiting for his attention, removing the strap of my lacy bra, unclasping the hook situated in the front, and springing them free. My hardened nipple stood as his gaze centered on my breast.
The intensity of the feelings washing over me made me want to close my eyes so my other senses could take part in the experience. But at the same time, I wanted to make sure I would not lose a single second of the opportunity to see or feel the force driving his hunger for me.
Be damned with this world and with my inhibitions. All I wanted was him inside me, filling every inch.
“Kael, make love to me like there's no tomorrow.”