Unravelled Love || ✔️

♡CHAPTER 51♡

"Are you perhaps feeling a little... jealous?" I teased, my voice low and playful, hanging between us like a tantalizing secret.

I caught a slight catch in his breath, a telltale sign that his composed exterior was cracking just a bit.
The atmosphere shifted, growing heavier, as if we were caught in a brewing storm, and I could see the whirlwind of emotions flitting across his face.

His brow crinkled in thought, revealing the battle within his mind. Was that irritation I saw, or was it something more fragile?
I edged closer, excitement bubbling within me as I ventured into the depths of his emotions.

"Please don't do that," he finally said, though I knew precisely what he meant; still, the thrill of mirroring his teasing was too tempting to resist. Deep inside, I was revelling at this moment.

"Don't do what?" I challenged, observing the annoyance etching his features, only for him to avert his gaze again.

"That thing you're doing right now," he replied, and I moved in closer, making sure he couldn't look away.

"Why?" I pressed, but his silence spoke volumes as his eyes remained locked on mine. I could sense I was encroaching on his personal space; while he didn't appear furious, I knew that pushing any further could ignite his temper.

"I was just a kid—" My words vanished into thin air as the dynamics shifted, placing him above me.

He peered down, and I caught a tempest of emotions dancing in his eyes. A flicker of confusion mingled with an unwavering focus on me as if the rest of the universe had faded into insignificance.

Slowly, he leaned in, his breath brushing against my skin, igniting a trail of shivers along my spine.
His gaze was heavy, intense and questioning as if he were seeking to unveil the core of who I was. The moment lingered, stretching time to its limits, creating a tension that hummed in the air like a drawn bowstring.

Then, with a soft yet purposeful motion, he closed the distance, placing his lips on mine. The kiss carried a profound sensuality, a fusion of gentleness and urgency that sparked a fire within me. It felt as though he infused every unexpressed thought and feeling into that electrifying moment.
My heart raced as I melted into him, surrendering to the warmth and fervour surrounding us.
Each caress of his lips sent jolts through me. I could feel the warm intertwining of our breaths, a gentle murmur of desire that enveloped us like a delicate thread. The taste of him was sweet and mesmerizing, a cocktail of the known and the thrillingly new, awakening every sense within me.

His hands instinctively found their way to my waist, drawing me in closer, and I could feel the solidness of his body pressed against mine, a comforting presence that filled me with both safety and excitement. Each tender touch sparked a jolt of electricity, sending ripples of pleasure through me.
My thoughts became a haze of longing as I surrendered to the rhythm of our connection, enveloped in the intoxicating essence of our shared closeness.
His other hand smoothly travelled up my shoulder, playfully tugging at the strap of my dress until it slipped down.

The cool air kissed my skin, sending a delightful shiver racing down my spine. His fingers hovered just above my breast, teasingly close yet frustratingly out of reach, while he planted soft kisses along my collarbone.
Each gentle press of his lips ignited a warmth within me, a blend of desire and anticipation that made my heart race. But then, in a heartbeat, he froze.

His gaze locked onto mine, searching and questioning, as if he were weighing the significance of the moment against the thrill of the unknown.
I held my breath, torn between the desire to pull him closer and the fear of what might follow. The warmth of his body radiated against mine, yet the stillness between us felt electric, like the calm before a tempest. I could see a flicker of emotions in his eyes—desire, uncertainty, and something deeper that made my heart flutter.