Consumed by you : Whispers of devotion

Chapter 10: The Tipping Point

Lucas's Perspective

The dim light in Elara's room cast flickering shadows on the walls as Lucas lay on her bed, his body alert, every muscle tense. His hands were still loosely bound, though not tightly enough to hold him. He could easily break free—but he didn't. There was something thrilling about the way Elara's obsession wrapped around him, suffocating yet seductive.

He watched her with growing fascination as she paced nervously. His gaze followed the sway of her hips, the way her long wavy hair spilled over her shoulders. She was so sure she had control over him, yet she had no idea of the darkness that was slowly awakening inside him. This wasn't fear or disgust that kept him lying there—it was hunger.

Something raw and untamed was rising within Lucas, and it had nothing to do with the sweet, innocent boy everyone believed him to be. Elara, in her misguided love, was pulling that darkness to the surface, and the more he let her play this twisted game, the more he realized he liked it. His eyes traced her figure, her small stature, and the curves she seemed to hide behind oversized clothes. Lucas felt something tighten in his chest, an unexpected rush of desire. She was insecure, vulnerable in her own obsession, but to him, she was anything but weak. The thought of her desperation, of her doing all this just to keep him close, made him want to take her, to devour her whole.

He tugged lightly on the restraints, the cords loosening easily under his strength, but he didn't move. Not yet. He was enjoying watching her struggle, watching her unravel while thinking she was the one in charge.

"Elara," he called softly, his voice taking on a deeper, almost menacing tone. "Come here."

She hesitated, her large doe eyes meeting his briefly, uncertainty flickering in them. But she came to him, as he knew she would.

Elara's Perspective

Her heart raced as she slowly approached him, trying to maintain control of the situation. This was Lucas, her Lucas—the boy she had loved from afar for years. But tonight, something had changed. His eyes were darker, sharper, as if he was seeing her in a way he never had before. It thrilled her, but it also terrified her.

She stood next to the bed, biting her lip nervously. Her mind was spinning, a constant tug-of-war between her obsession and fear. He was bound, under her control, yet why did she feel like the tables were turning?

"Elara..." His voice was soft, but commanding. "Closer."

Her breath hitched. She leaned down, her face inches from his, but Lucas's hands suddenly freed themselves from the binds. Her pulse quickened, not from fear, but from excitement. His hands gripped her waist firmly, pulling her down onto him. She gasped, her heart hammering in her chest as his touch set fire to her skin.

"You really thought you could control me?" His voice was low, dangerous.

But instead of cowering, Elara leaned into him, feeling the intoxicating pull of his strength. She didn't want him weak. She wanted him like this—powerful, demanding. Her obsession had driven her to do the unthinkable, and now, feeling the heat of his body against hers, she couldn't stop herself.

"I don't need to control you," she whispered back, her lips brushing against his ear. "You'll stay because you want to."

Lucas's lips twitched into a dark smile. She was challenging him, pushing back, and it only made him want her more. His hands roamed down her back, gripping her hips tightly. He could feel her uncertainty, the way her body trembled against his, but there was no mistaking the desire between them.

He pushed her down harder, making her straddle him, his gaze locking onto hers. "You think you know what I want?" he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "You think you understand me?"

Elara's breath came faster as his hands moved up, slipping beneath her shirt. Her body tensed slightly, her insecurities flaring to the surface. She had never been confident about her figure—her softness, the curves she tried to hide. But Lucas's hands gripped her more tightly, his touch hungry, almost desperate.

Lucas's Perspective

As his fingers slid over her skin, Lucas felt the rush of heat course through him. Elara's body, soft and warm, pressed against him in all the right places. She was shorter than him, her form a little fuller, but it only fueled his desire. She had always hidden herself, always seemed insecure about her body, but right now, all he could think was how perfectly she fit against him. Her curves, her softness—they drove him wild. He had never seen her this way before, but now that she was here, so close, he wanted to explore every inch of her.

His hands gripped her waist, pulling her down harder against him, and he could feel her heartbeat racing in sync with his. She was his—whether she realized it or not—and the idea of her going to such extremes to keep him here only fed his growing hunger.

He wanted to kiss her, to devour her, but he held back, watching her squirm above him, her breath shallow, her lips slightly parted. She wanted him just as badly, but there was something about holding back that thrilled him.

"I could leave," he whispered, his voice low and teasing. "I could walk out of here right now."

Elara's eyes widened, and for a brief moment, panic flashed across her face. But then she composed herself, her lips curving into a small, determined smile.

"No, you won't," she whispered back, her breath hot against his skin. "You're mine."

Lucas's heart pounded in his chest, not from fear or anxiety, but from something far darker. He loved this—her obsession, her desperation. It made him feel powerful, in control. And even though he still didn't fully understand what was happening inside him, he knew one thing for sure: he wasn't going anywhere.

With a swift, aggressive move, he flipped her beneath him, pinning her wrists to the bed as he hovered over her, his body pressing down against hers. Elara gasped, her eyes wide with surprise, but there was no fear. Only desire.

"I'm not yours," he whispered, his lips brushing teasingly against hers. "Not yet."

Elara's breath hitched, her body arching toward him. She wanted him, needed him, and the realization of that sent a wave of excitement through him. He leaned down, his lips barely touching hers, teasing her, driving her insane with the anticipation.

And as much as Lucas wanted to lose himself in her, to give in to the hunger building inside him, he held back. He wanted to watch her squirm, to see how far she would go to make him hers. He wasn't ready to give in—not yet.

But soon. Very soon.