Borrowed But Mine: An Arylie FF

Borrowed But Mine: Chapter 45 18+

Previously,

Once again she watched quietly as his feet approached her. A finger slid under her chin and she tipped up her face.

Aryan gazed at her.

He'd felt something shift inside him tonight.

A need to possess her. Mind, body......and soul. Brand her, hear her cry out that one name she reserved especially for him, reassure himself in the process of that claiming that she was still Imlie, the woman he'd grown to ......love.

"You've said what you wanted to say, Imlie. Now, it's my turn."

"Aryan...I can.." He silenced her with a finger on her lips.

"My turn, Imlie. That means you don't speak until I ask you to."

"But.." She began protesting.

He circled her shoulders with one arm and slid the other behind her knees, lifting her effortlessly.

"Wh-what...I can walk!!"

She froze as his lips grazed her ears. That warm throb she'd felt before made a comeback deep inside her.

"Shhhh...No talking. I mean it, Imlie."

Imlie closed her eyes as goosebumps broke out across her skin at his gruffness. 

She nodded her head and stole her arms around his neck, opening her eyes to gaze at the aristocratic set of his cheekbones, the straight line of his nose, the firm set of his mouth.

Smoldering eyes met hers, a promise hidden in their depths. Imlie shivered in anticipation. That look had done nothing whatsoever to help her galloping heart or her fevered skin.

She knew what he wanted. Imlie buried her head in the crook of his shoulder. Was she ready to give him what he desired?

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Rewrite the Stars by Zac Efron and Zendaya

You know I want you

It's not a secret I try to hide

I know you want me

So don't keep sayin' our hands are tied

You claim it's not in the cards

And fate is pullin' you miles away

And out of reach from me