Crimson Nightmares

Chapter Twenty-six

I pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily as he gazed down at me. Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight, and I could see the passion burning in them. I traced the outline of her lips with his thumb as if committing the feel of them to memory. Then, with a growl, I pressed his body against mine once more, taking her mouth in a possessive kiss.

The rough bark of the tree dug into my back as we swayed together, lost in the moment. Her hands were in my hair, pulling me closer, while her legs wrapped around my waist. I felt her nails scrape lightly against my skin, and I shuddered with pleasure.

Our breath came out in ragged gasps as we broke apart again, our chests heaving. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and dazed. "Gérald," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

I cupped her face in my hands, feeling the warmth of her skin against my fingertips. "I want you," I growled, my voice rough with desire. "Right here, right now."

With that, I lowered my head, kissing her again, harder this time. My hands wandered over her body, skimming over the fabric of her dress and teasing the swell of her breasts. She moaned into the kiss, her lips parting to allow me better access to her tongue. I pushed her back against the tree, feeling the bark dig into my shoulders as I deepened the kiss.

Her hands found their way under my shirt, and I arched into her touch, reveling in the feel of her fingers on my bare skin. She gently traced a path up my spine and then back down, making me shiver with pleasure. As if sensing that we were getting too close to the edge, I broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily into her neck.

"Wait," I managed to say between ragged breaths. "We need to be careful."

Her fingers continued to move against my skin; her touch was feather-light but incredibly powerful. "I know," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

above the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

I cupped her face in my hands, feeling the warmth of her skin against my fingertips. "I want you," I growled, my voice rough with desire. "Right here, right now."

With that, I lowered my head, kissing her again, harder this time. My hands wandered over her.

body, skimming over the fabric of her dress, teasing the swell of her breasts. She moaned into the kiss, her lips parting to allow me better access to her tongue. I pushed her back against the tree, feeling the bark dig into my shoulders as I deepened the kiss.

Her hands found their way under my shirt, and I arched into her touch, reveling in the feel of her fingers on my bare skin. She gently traced a path up my spine and then back down, making me shiver with pleasure. As if sensing that we were getting too close to the edge, I broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily into her neck.

"Wait," I managed to say between ragged breaths. "We need to be careful."

Her fingers continued to move against my skin; her touch was feather-light but incredibly powerful. "I know," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her heart racing in her chest.

And with that, she pulled me closer, kissing me again, harder and deeper than before. The taste of her lips, the feel of her skin against mine—it was all too much. I could feel the heat building inside of me, and I knew that I couldn't resist her any longer.

But as we kissed and as our bodies moved together in the moonlit garden, I couldn't help but wonder what the morning would bring. What would the consequences be for us both? Because even though we were here, in this moment, together, the truth was, we were still in a mafia. Aram had warned me that if I got closer to her, it would distract me. He would spit us apart if he found out.