𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮

Unspoken Bonds

When the first streaks of morning light shone through the blinds of my windows. I threw off my blanket & rubbed my sleep-deprived eyes that had probably reddened after thoroughly brushing through my teeth & brushing through my tangled 'to the point of no return' hair. I decided to make myself look well-dressed & composed after last night's little adventure that took me by surprise & banished me into the depths of mortification. Just when I was about to twist open my door, someone's almost inaudible knock sounded. I creaked the bedroom door open to find a nervous Elen standing in front, she yelped discreetly when across the corridor Dante showed up in his exquisitely polished dress shirt & pants with an ironed coat hanging between his bulging muscled arms. I smiled, greeting him with a nod, and he escaped down the stairs, not paying attention to Elen. I motioned her inside because she still seemed a little puzzled and unsure of what to make of this entire situation. It saddened me that she thinks she cannot share everything with me but I respect whatever decisions she wants to make even if that means distancing from me. If that's what it takes for her to stop throwing caution to the wind. When a minute or so passed & she did not speak anything only fumbled with her incoherrible words & undecided eyes. I sat her down at the edge of my bed & took her fidgeting hands into mine. "It doesn't matter whatever has happened in the past few days Elen. What does however is what we both make of this helplessness that has caught us in its clutches ever since we lost Mama & papa. You must also know that in my eyes, nothing between you and me has altered even a fraction of a hair's breadth. I have chosen avenging for the sake of my sanity but that doesn't, by any means, make sense that you have to do the same. You are free to make distinctive decisions or stand with mine."With that I hug & reassure her as little warm water beads tread through my clothes, starting from small whimpers which soon transformed into painful cries & me holding a shivering body. We then cascade down the stairs heading for the dining table that stretched & sat magnificently. Dante held his newspaper, rummaging through it calmly but it did not escape his notice how Elen's steps follow mine closely as if she's unsafe. "I hope you're doing well Ms. Eleanor", greets Dante with a massive permanent frown sitting between his brows. A small but noticeable smile forms on my lips when Elen just nods & ignores him through the rest of her food quest which manages to displease Dante even more so. I move my hand to grab the pepper powder when the skin of my hand ever so lightly grazes Dante's fingertips. A strong force of tension buzzes through the air & my eyes find his. They're a captivating abyss, I get lost in those deep hues I should be fearful but I am not. A sharp intake of breath escapes when I deliberately play an innocent look on my face as I slide my bare feet through the fabric of his pants. He pins me with his thunderous stare but I do not waver & continue to do so until he slams his hands on the table & a laugh bubbles through me. Elen looks at me horrified and excuses herself from the table, not without her plate of croissants & a cup of coffee. Dante gets up & I follow him, when he stops mid-track & turns around, I'm sure he finds my puzzled face staring at him dumb-founded in the empty kitchen. He takes languorous steps in my direction slowly backing me until I'm trapped between him & the counter. "Aren't you a feisty little thing cara mia? Stop playing with fire unless you intend to burn all the same." I pull away his hands trapping me from either side & spin us. I tip-toe to stand leaner & taller when he edges closer as I whisper to him. "And what if", I tell him placing my pointed finger on his chest," it's a sinner destined to burn ever-long in the hell fire?". His soot black eyes find mine as he backs away his head & stands straight. I trace the ridges of his pecs counting them amidst his tie, through his dress shirt & lower, storing them away for all my wildest, almost unachievable & horrendously enticing ideas. He clasps my wrist in a firm unmoving hold & I feel like his mind may be occupied with the same thoughts. He holds me close but doesn't budge as if it's my fingers searing fire through his body, he is unaware the fire already has a grave hold.His escapade be damned, I tug the hair at his nape & pull him so fiercely we might have just shattered to the floor in a mess if it wasn't for his arms closing at my waist. He tastes minty & his soft thin lips in contrast to his hard exterior. I jerk his hair once more when a growl sounds & he bites delicately on my bottom lip to ravage me. Metal taste mixes with his dominant mint one & I shiver when his woody-scented cologne evades my senses. Settling & then escaping as butterflies through & through.His fingers play with my hair, holding me steady & exuding more of his control over me. An annoyed sigh resonates when he leaves my lips only to kiss every inch of my face, tracing to my lips and then lowering until he bit the edge of my jaw. He did not just tag me as his possession. I take the moment to do the same. A smirk plays at his lips when he finds equal possessiveness in my eyes. I kiss away his smirk & see glimpses of what seems like adoration in his eyes. I trace cheekbones with the back of my hand, he has grown a light stubble. I love it, he shouldn't shave it away. I stare into his sight. Holding my breath, my heart beats thrumbs steadily & I leave pecks all over his face. Stamping lip prints all over, then I chuckle when I see what I did. He lifts me onto the counter, his eyes not leaving mine, as if he's capturing every single one of my smiles & treasuring them. He traces my bottom lip, admiring how he messed my hair & face. His lips lift & wrinkles appear at the edges of his eyes stealing all that's left of me for myself. So I let myself fall, bit by bit, piece by piece. I'll never go back to not knowing this man before me. He's everything & anything I want. I can't leave him & the thought of separating from him pains me. I match his breaths unintentionally until we're at a steady pace, I lift my gaze to him, taking my time & hooking my palms to his neck. Ever so slowly I bring our foreheads together & I want nothing more than him to see what I have for him. Wanting nothing more than him choosing me, not because I did it. Instead, because he wants me, he sees me like life. As if there's nothing without me in it. It's selfish but that's what I yearn for. Perhaps he's not capable of reciprocating but I hope.Aimlessly. Fearlessly.