Consumed by you : Whispers of devotion

Chapter 13: The Breaking Point

Elara's Perspective

Elara's heart pounded in her chest as she paced the room. The lingering sensation of Lucas's touch burned on her skin, driving her to the edge of madness. Every time she thought she could predict him, he pulled away, teasing her, denying her the satisfaction of giving in.

But she wasn't weak. Not anymore. Lucas had awakened something in her—a darkness she never knew existed, a hunger she couldn't control. It wasn't just obsession anymore; it was something primal, a craving that threatened to consume her.

She had moved him from his apartment to her own home, ensuring that he couldn't leave. He was in her domain now, under her control. And yet, despite everything, she couldn't shake the feeling that it was him pulling the strings, not her.

"Elara, come here," his voice called from the bedroom, low and smooth, but with an edge that made her pulse quicken.

She paused, the sound of his voice sending a shiver down her spine. The control she thought she had was slipping with every passing moment. She was the one who had planned this, who had orchestrated everything to keep him close. Yet now, standing outside the door, it felt like she was walking into a trap.

With a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped inside.

Lucas was sitting on the bed, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, revealing the sharp contours of his chest. His black hair was tousled, and those piercing blue eyes stared into her, as if they could see every twisted thought inside her mind. He was calm, too calm, and it only made her feel more out of control.

"Elara," he said softly, his voice like silk, "why are you so afraid?"

Her heart skipped a beat. Afraid? She wasn't afraid of him. Or at least, she didn't want to be. But there was something about the way he looked at her, something dark and unreadable behind those angelic features, that made her question everything she thought she knew.

"I'm not afraid," she replied, her voice coming out more confident than she felt. "You're mine, Lucas."

A slow smile spread across his lips, and something in his gaze shifted. "Am I?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement.

Before she could respond, he stood up and crossed the room in one swift movement. In an instant, his hand was around her wrist, pulling her toward him. The suddenness of his actions took her by surprise, and for a brief moment, her heart raced with something she couldn't quite identify.

"You've been playing this game for too long," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "But you forget, Elara—I'm not as innocent as you think."

Lucas's Perspective

Lucas had been teetering on the edge for days now, trying to keep his own darkness at bay, trying to deny the part of him that was drawn to Elara in ways he couldn't explain. But with every passing moment, every touch, every look, that darkness grew stronger, feeding off her obsession, twisting something deep inside him.

He didn't know when it had started—this pull toward her that went beyond attraction, beyond need. It was like an addiction. She thought she had him trapped, that she was the one in control, but in reality, it was her obsession that was fueling the monster inside him.

He looked down at her now, her doe-like eyes wide with both defiance and something close to fear. She was trying to remain strong, trying to keep up her façade of control, but Lucas could see through it. She was just as consumed by this as he was. And that realization sent a thrill through him that he couldn't deny.

As he held her close, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse beneath his fingers, Lucas leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers. He could feel her tremble, could sense the war raging inside her. She wanted him, craved him, and the power that gave him was intoxicating.

But instead of kissing her, instead of giving her what she so desperately wanted, he pulled back, smirking at the frustration that flashed across her face.

"Tell me something, Elara," he said, his voice soft and dangerous. "What would you do if I left right now? If I just... walked out of your life?"

Her breath hitched, and for a brief moment, he saw a flicker of panic in her eyes. The thought of him leaving was too much for her to handle. And that's when he knew—she was broken. Completely, utterly, broken for him.

"You won't leave," she whispered, her voice shaking but determined. "You can't."

Lucas chuckled darkly, his hand moving to cup her face, his thumb brushing against her lips. "You're right. I won't. But not because you're keeping me here."

Elara's eyes narrowed, confusion and defiance swirling in their depths. "Then why?"

His smile widened, and for the first time, Lucas let a small glimpse of his darkness show. "Because you're mine, too. You just don't realize it yet."

The words sent a shiver through Elara, her body tensing against his. She didn't speak, but Lucas could see the way her mind was racing, trying to process what he had just said.

Before she could react, Lucas pulled her closer, his grip tightening around her. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, teasing her just as he had been doing for days now. But this time, there was something different, something darker behind the kiss.

Elara gasped, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt as he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against hers in a slow, deliberate motion. She moaned softly, her body pressing against his as if she couldn't get close enough.

But just when she thought he would give in completely, Lucas pulled back, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

"Lucas..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He smiled down at her, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. "You want me to stay, don't you?" he asked, his voice soft but with an edge of command.

Elara nodded, her eyes wide and pleading. "Yes."

Lucas's gaze darkened, and he leaned in again, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Then stop pretending you're the one in control."

Elara's breath caught in her throat, and for the first time, Lucas saw something crack in her carefully built walls. She was losing herself, just like he had. And he loved it.

As she stood there, vulnerable and exposed before him, Lucas felt something shift inside him. The darkness that had been slowly creeping in was no longer something to be feared. It was a part of him now, just as her obsession was a part of her.

And as much as she thought she had captured him, Lucas knew the truth.

She was his. And there was no turning back.