Quantum Obsession | 18+

41 ~ Her lips on his skin

Naisha

After pushing him out of the room , I lock the door to avoid any further drama and clear my racing thoughts.

" What was that stunt you pulled?"

His deep voice resonates inside my room all of a sudden.

What the hell he entered through the balcony !

He slowly moves towards me, taking slow menacing steps towards me. His overwhelming presence is trying to consume me like a storm,

Why does it feels like there is no space to breathe, no room to run away.

As if I am drowning in his dark dominating aura,

Is it a sea of power and protection !

Yes it is, Yet there's a twisted comfort in it, a perverse security.

As if am his, and he'll fight to keep me that way.

" Why are you here? Go to her " I snap at him , trying to push him away.

" And Why exactly shall I go to her?"

He looks agitated.

And I stare at his eyes.

I have never seen eyes as deep as his before.

It's just like a stormy sea, which foams with a blizzard of feelings.

Sometimes it oscillates between the wild waves of anger and placid pools of adoration for me.

" You only know the reason why you should go to her" I sigh looking straight into his eyes again.

Earlier I used to be afraid of them.

Now I have slowly forgotten any fear, any inhibitions.

Now there is only deep obsession for them.

But his beautiful eyes looks so conflicting today.

It feels like At times, they are flashing with the fury of an intense storm which will burn me alive,

Yet, in an instant, they are softening to a molten pool of affection which will soothe me to sleep.

" No I don't know the reason, kindly explain " He sounds confused, his chin becoming taut with irritation.

" Because you had some relation with her or maybe you still have"

I still remember her blushing face.

So I turn towards him and shrug looking at his face,

" What did you say ?" His brows slowly knit together in a tight, furrowed line, trying to contain the torrent of clueless stress churning within him.

Sometimes I feel I know the extrerior of this man very well.

How each of his expressions will change.

How many lines will be there on his forehead.

But the interior !

Alas I know nothing.

He never lets me in there.

" Go back to her " I mutter and the creases on his forehead deepen as if his anger is trying to surge forth,

as if he is utterly frustrated with my behaviour.

But as soon as I sniff a little, his face changes, a beautiful glance laced with adoration smoothening every line of anger - just like a chasmic ocean which has buried a plethora of feelings for me within it's depths.