Since I was 16 years old, I'd often wondered what August's lips would feel like against mine. Even though he wouldn't be my first kiss, right now, it certainly felt like it could be.
Our lips melded together seamlessly as his hands explored my waist, drawing me closer. It was a sensation unlike any other I'd experienced before.
Running my hands through his hair, I realized he'd let it grow out. I untied his bun, relishing the feel of his curls as his lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses.
I leaned back, overcome by the pleasure coursing through me. This was a level of intimacy I'd never known before, a depth of feeling that left me breathless.
His hand moved upwards, grazing over my breast, sending shivers down my spine. I gently pulled his head away from my chest, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.
Pressed against the wall, our bodies molded together as he held me, his leg nestled between mine. I surrendered to his touch, allowing him to take control.
Despite the impending regret, the impulse was too strong to resist. As faint chatter echoed from the stairs, I opened my eyes, fearing discovery.
August chuckled softly, noting my apprehension. With a mischievous grin, he knelt down, lifting my dress with a sly smile.
I tried to protest, but he persisted, his actions sending waves of pleasure through me. Gripping onto the wall for support, I could barely contain the ecstasy.
He stood back up, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Delicious," he murmured before claiming my lips once more.
Lost in the moment, we pulled apart, our foreheads resting against each other as we caught our breath.
Reality crashed over me as I realized the gravity of what had just happened. I had kissed August... and I had enjoyed it.
"Are you okay? Your face is flushed," he asked, his touch gentle against my cheek.
Inside, I berated myself for succumbing to my desires. This was meant to be a fleeting indulgence, yet I, an engaged woman, had just shared a passionate moment with another man.
"I feel... ashamed like a whore," I whispered, the weight of my actions heavy on my conscience.
August's expression softened, his eyes filled with understanding. "Lilith, you're not," he reassured, taking my hands in his.
"I am a terrible person," I confessed, my guilt consuming me.
"It's not your fault... I should have been honest with you sooner," he admitted, wiping away my tears.
"I should go upstairs," I said, stepping away from him. August watched me leave, his expression a mix of confusion and concern.
Hurrying to my room, I encountered Cassian and Roland near Colette's door. Their inquisitive stares only added to my discomfort.
"Lilith, I didn't know you were awake" Cassian spoke.
Attempting to deflect their questions, I nervously explained my presence. "Just needed to clear my mind and get a drink."
Cassian accepted my explanation with a nod, while Roland seemed lost in his own world.
As footsteps approached, I turned to find August joining us. His presence only heightened my unease.
"August, perfect timing. Help me get Roland to bed," Cassian requested. As August complied, I made a hasty retreat, eager to escape the scrutiny of their gazes.
Alone in Colette's room, I wrestled with my thoughts. What had possessed me to kiss him like that?
Frustrated with myself, I climbed into bed, but sleep eluded me. August's touch lingered on my skin, his lips haunting my thoughts.
With a sigh, I closed my eyes, repeating a mantra to silence my racing mind. "I'm engaged," I whispered, hoping to find solace in sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Forbidden Flames
FantasyGrowing up wasn't easy for August, his father's reputation followed him but perhaps there was one individual who remained indifferent to the whispers and stares. Love knows no boundaries, but will they dare to cross the lines drawn by fate? A sequel...
