Obsidian Desires

Chapter 3

Alex POV

Night had fallen by the time I made my way to the gallery, the city’s lights reflecting off the glass façade like twinkling stars. Inside, the muted glow of lamps cast a soft ambiance over the empty halls, the artwork seeming to watch my every step as I made my way towards Isabelle’s studio.

At the door, I paused, apprehension coursing through me. I couldn’t be sure what Isabelle would say or how she would react to my presence. Just as I was about to raise my hand to knock, a flicker of movement caught my eye. There, in the shadows of the gallery, stood Isabelle, a solitary figure lost in her own thoughts. Her gaze was fixed on a painting, its vivid colors and stark brushstrokes captivating her attention.

For a moment, I froze, mesmerized by the beauty of the scene before me. Then, silently, I moved deeper into the gallery, stealthily following Isabelle's movements as she drifted from one work of art to the next, her footsteps echoing softly in the deserted space. The shadows danced across Isabelle's form, accentuating the curves of her body as she moved with an otherworldly grace. In the dim light, she seemed almost ethereal, her skin glowing with an allure that defied reality.

As I watched her, my breath quickened, desire pulsing through me with every beat of my heart. My mind raced with fantasies, vivid and intense, of Isabelle's skin flushed with passion, her body arching against mine as I lost myself in the intoxicating rhythm of our union. Every fiber of my being yearned to cross the distance between us, to claim her as my own, but I knew that such a move would break the fragile equilibrium of our dance. So I remained in the shadows, my gaze following her every movement, my mind consumed with the most primal of urges.

Unable to restrain myself any longer, I stepped forward, the soft scuff of my shoes against the floor breaking the silence. Isabelle turned, her eyes widening slightly as she saw me. For a heartbeat, neither of us moved, the air between us thick with unspoken tension.

"Alex," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.

I closed the distance between us, my heart pounding in my chest. "Isabelle," I replied, my voice low and rough with desire. "I couldn’t stay away."

She swallowed, her gaze flickering to my lips before meeting my eyes again. "What are you doing here?"

"I needed to see you," I said, my hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. Her skin was soft and warm under my touch, sending a shiver of longing through me. "I can't stop thinking about you."

Isabelle's breath hitched, her eyes darkening with a mix of emotions. "Alex, this is..."

"Complicated," I finished for her, my thumb grazing her cheekbone. "I know. But that doesn't change how I feel."

Before she could respond, I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, and for a moment, she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into the kiss, her hands coming up to rest against my chest. Encouraged, I deepened the kiss, my arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer.

Isabelle responded with a fervor that took my breath away, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt as she pressed against me. The kiss grew more urgent, more desperate, as if we were both trying to bridge the chasm that had kept us apart for so long.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard, our foreheads resting against each other. "Isabelle," I murmured, my voice rough with need. "I want you. I've wanted you for so long."