Shadows Of Desire

Chapter 6

                                                   Leandra Moreno

The night is still and the only sound are the cackling fire and the wind rustling leaves. I flutter my eyes open, my head on Zade's hard, toned chest. Deep down in my belly...in between my thighs, it was warm and sensitised. The pulse was slowly growing, taunting me to do something. I look down, noticing  Zade's  firm grip on my inner thigh which is comforting but also making me go crazy.

I shift slightly, trying to get comfortable, but when I do, Zade's grip tightens, almost instantly.

The contact sends a shiver through me, and I tense for a moment before forcing myself to relax. My mind was hazy, not fully awake but not entirely asleep either.

I shift again, this time pressing my leg slightly against his hand. His fingers on my thigh tighten, and I can't help the small gasp that leaves my lips. The sound seems to stir him and before I realise what's happening, his hand moves higher, brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

I feel a rush of heat flood my body, and I have to bite my lip to keep from making more noise. I glance up at him, his eyes closed and his face relaxed as if he's still half asleep. But the way is hand is exploring, slowly, purposefully, tells me he's somewhat aware of he's doing.

My body responds before I can stop it, leaning into his touch, my breath quickening. With oen hand still on my thigh, he uses his free hand to roam his fingers around my upper stomach, which was revealed by the low neckline. He moves the hand on my thigh even higher, drawing shapes with his index finger. 

With my heart pounding, I reach out, my hand finding its way to his arm; not to stop him but not encouraging either. I hold his hand there, while he continues to draw shapes, putting more pressure than before.

I should be pushing him away, throwing some remark to break the tension, but all I can think about is how his touch is driving m me wild.

I shift closer, removing his hand from my stomach and pressing our bodies together. I feel his warm breath against my neck as he plants soft kisses on my temple. The sensation sends another shiver down my spine, and I close my eyes. Trying to focus on anything but the heat pooling between my thighs.

"Zade..."I murmur. "You're getting too comfortable."

"You're the one who keeps coming closer, Leandra." His voice raspy and his accent heavily thick.

With that, just as quickly as all this started, he pulls back, his hand sliding away from my thigh. The abscence of his touch leaves me breathless, a mix of frustration and relief swirling through me.

Zade mutters something under his breath, turning away from me slightly, as if he's trying to distance himself. I let out a shaky breath, my mind slowly clearing from the fog of desire. I can't let this get to me, 

Can't let him get to me.

The next morning, I wake up to the dull ache of the cold ground beneath me, my body stiff from the uncomfortable night. The fire has long since died down, leaving only smoldering ashes and a biting chill in the air. I stretch out, wincing slightly as the memories of last night come flooding back—Zade's touch, the heat between us, and how close we came to crossing a line we can't afford to.

I glance over at Zade, who's already awake, sitting up with his back to me, his posture rigid. There's a tension in the air, thick and uncomfortable, and I can't help but smirk at the sight of him trying to pretend nothing happened.

"Morning," I say, my voice laced with a teasing edge as I prop myself up on one elbow, my hair cascading over my shoulder. "Sleep well?"

He doesn't turn around, but I see his shoulders tense at my words. "Fine," he replies curtly, his voice cold and distant. He's clearly doing everything in his power to ignore what happened last night.