The Ultimate Soulreach :[Damian Wayne x Reader]

Merciless

Damian's POV:

     Now, mere inches apart, Damian feels the warmth of her breath on his skin as the distance between them shrinks. The soft brush of her exhale caresses his cheek, igniting a cascade of sensations. The ethereal scent of her delicate perfume permeates the air, an alluring fragrance that envelops him. It triggers a surge of desire, his heart pounding in his chest like a tempest, coursing through his veins with an electric fervor. How did he maintain his sanity during this last month? Just the flutter of her gaze sends waves of longing crashing through him, every fiber of his being ardently responding to her.

     The strain in his pants is disconcerting, a tangible reminder of how effortlessly she can elicit a visceral reaction from his body. It's a physical manifestation of his yearning, a fervent desire that twists and knots within him. He yearns to bury his hands in her luxuriant hair, to revel in its silky tendrils and savor the subtle fragrance that emanates from it. But their relationship's fragility restrains him.

     As his desire rages, he grapples with the reality that she will now see him as he truly is, unmasked and vulnerable, stripped of the facade he presents for her. Memories of his tumultuous past resurface, akin to watching the poignant journey of another soul unfold. He longs to shield her from the harshness of their world, the unforgiving pressures and expectations that loom beyond the library's sanctuary. But he understands that doing so would stifle her growth, impede her journey of self-discovery. He wants her to be ensconced in safety, but he also yearns for her to ascend to new heights.

     Swallowing the lump in his throat, Damian clenches his molars, refusing to unveil his genuine trepidation. Instead, he fixates on her luscious lips, their enticing contours kindling an inferno of heat within him. His gaze lingers on her countenance, unabashedly capturing every delicate curve and contour of her face. The sun's rays, filtering through the library's large windows, bestow a soft glow upon her, accentuating her beauty. 

     She must discern the poignant yearning in his eyes because she deftly shifts the conversation to a subject that quells the fervent ardor pulsating within his veins. "So...out of the universities you've applied to, which one is your favorite?" There's an enigmatic undertone in her question that eludes his deciphering, a subtext that tugs at his thoughts.

     "My favorite is wherever you go," Damian responds, his voice descending to a low, intimate timbre. It's a vow, a declaration of his unwavering devotion. The words linger in the air, saturated with sincerity. Her surprise begets a grin, his audacious words a deliberate choice. Since the day they betrayed her, he resolved to be unequivocal, to lay bare his emotions. As his candidness seeps into her being, she wrestles to suppress a smile, fighting against the swell of amusement.

     "Smooth, but not very subtle," she playfully teases, her eyes ablaze with mirth, her cheeks aglow with an enchanting smile. Casually intertwining her fingers behind her back, she idly traces the well-worn patterns of the tawny carpet beneath her, an intimate connection to the library's history. Her lips graze her bottom lip in contemplation, bestowing an aura of anticipation. Then, with a chuckle, she meets his gaze, her eyes alight with mischief.

     "Well, for me, Gotham University is my top choice," she shares, her excitement palpable. The sun's rays dance upon her face, highlighting her passion. However, a shadow of doubt intrudes, blemishing her expression. "They have one of the best  biochemistry programs, as you are well aware," she elucidates, a tinge of melancholy lacing her words."But it's fiercely competitive, so my chances are slim." Damian's heart clenches, an irrational desire to protect her surging within him. He yearns to silence those who doubt her capabilities.

     He yearns to offer solace, to envelop her in his embrace, but he refrains. He cannot risk overwhelming her. Instead, he reassures her, his voice resonant with unwavering certainty. "Habibti, among the applicants, you indisputably stand as the most exceptional candidate," he affirms, his conviction unswerving. She shakes her head, her laughter carrying a flicker of disbelief. How can she not discern her own brilliance, her prodigious talent?