Run With The Devil

Thoughts

Lyras pov

The way he looked at me, a mix of admiration and hunger, sent a thrill through me. I could feel his heartbeat quicken under my fingertips as I lightly trailed them along his chest, teasingly slow.

"You're really testing my patience," he murmured, his voice low and husky, a smirk tugging at his lips.

I leaned in closer, so close that I could feel his breath on my skin. "Am I?" I whispered teasingly, letting my hands rest on his shoulders before sliding them down his arms, feeling the strength in them. I could tell he was holding back, restraining himself, and that only fueled the playful energy between us.

Deon shifted beneath me, his hands finding their way to my waist, his touch firm but not forceful. I felt his fingers gently press into my sides, pulling me a little closer, and I could see the heat in his gaze intensifying.

"Lyra..." he said, his voice rough as he leaned in, brushing his lips against my neck. His breath was warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I tilted my head, giving him more access, as his lips gently grazed my skin. Every kiss was slow, deliberate, filled with tension that was hard to ignore.

"You always do this," he muttered softly between kisses, his lips moving lower toward my collarbone. "Tease me, then pretend you don't know what you're doing."

I chuckled softly, leaning back just enough to look into his eyes. "Maybe I do know what I'm doing," I said with a playful smirk, running my hands up his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

His hands moved to my lower back, holding me close as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his lips lingering there. I could feel the tension building, the space between us becoming almost unbearable. Yet, there was something more than just physical attraction-it was an unspoken understanding, a bond that had grown between us, stronger with every day.

I shifted slightly, playfully nudging his chest. "Maybe you deserve it, for all the times you've teased me," I teased back, smirking.

Deon leaned back again, his expression softening, though the intensity never left his eyes. "Oh, I see how it is," he said, his hands sliding down my sides, his fingers brushing lightly against my hips. "But don't forget, I can give as good as I get."

I felt my breath catch as his hands traveled lower, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns. My teasing grin faltered for a moment, replaced by something more vulnerable as our eyes met again.

The air between us seemed charged, a silent conversation passing through our gaze. I leaned forward again, this time resting my forehead against his, closing the distance, the playfulness fading into something deeper.

"You're different," I whispered softly, my hands resting on either side of his face. "You make me feel...alive. And I don't know what to do with that sometimes."

Deon's expression softened even more as he looked at me, his hands now resting on my lower back. He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine in a slow, meaningful kiss that took away every lingering insecurity. The tenderness in that moment was far more overwhelming than anything else we'd shared.

"Lyra," he whispered when we pulled apart, his hand gently cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin. "You don't have to figure it all out right now. Just...let yourself feel it. Let yourself be in the moment."

I smiled at that, resting my forehead against his again. "I guess I've never really allowed myself to just...feel," I admitted. "It's always been about survival. But with you, I can breathe."

Deon's hands moved up to my back again, pulling me into him, our bodies close as he rested his chin on my shoulder. It wasn't about teasing or seduction anymore-it was about trust and the safety we found in each other's presence. In that embrace, it felt like the world outside didn't matter.