Consumed by you : Whispers of devotion

Chapter 14: The Unraveling

Elara's Perspective

The days had blurred into nights, and Elara no longer knew how long it had been since she'd brought Lucas into her home—into her life in a way that he could never escape. But something was shifting, something she didn't understand. The more she tried to control him, the more he seemed to slip through her fingers. And yet, she couldn't stop herself.

Her obsession had reached a fever pitch. Lucas was in every thought, in every beat of her heart. The idea of him leaving, of not being by her side, was unbearable. She had crossed lines she'd never thought possible, all to keep him close. But no matter how tightly she held him, Lucas remained just out of reach.

Elara stood at the foot of the bed, watching him. He looked so serene, his dark hair tousled and falling over his angelic face as he slept. His broad chest rose and fell rhythmically, his body at peace, yet something about him remained untouchable. Even now, in the quiet of the night, she could feel the distance between them.

She moved closer, her fingertips hovering just above his skin. She wanted to touch him, to feel his warmth, to know that he was real—that he was hers. But something inside her held back. Something about the way he had begun to look at her, with those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see through her, made her hesitate.

Was he really hers? Or was she falling into his trap?

Before she could stop herself, Elara's hand brushed against his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. His skin was warm, his body strong beneath her touch, and for a moment, she let herself believe that he was hers—that he always would be.

But then, as if sensing her presence, Lucas stirred. His eyes fluttered open, and those blue depths locked onto hers, sharp and calculating despite the softness of his face.

"Elara," he whispered, his voice low and filled with something she couldn't quite place.

Her heart leapt in her chest. "Lucas, I—"

Before she could finish, his hand shot out, gripping her wrist with surprising force. The suddenness of the action sent a jolt of adrenaline through her, and she gasped, her body freezing in place.

Lucas's eyes darkened, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement, but there was an edge there, something dangerous lurking beneath the surface.

"I... I just wanted to—" she stammered, but the words caught in her throat as his grip tightened.

"You wanted to what?" he whispered, his face inches from hers now. "You think you can just play with me, Elara? You think you can control me?"

Her heart raced, but instead of fear, there was something else coursing through her veins—excitement. The raw power in his grip, the darkness in his eyes, it only fueled her obsession further. She didn't want him to be weak, she wanted him to fight back, to challenge her, to make this game even more dangerous.

"Maybe," she whispered back, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "Maybe I do."

Lucas's smirk widened, and he pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers as he pinned her to the bed beneath him. His breath was hot against her neck, his hands firm on her wrists, and Elara's pulse quickened.

"I'm not as weak as you think," he growled, his voice low and menacing.

Elara's breath hitched, but she refused to back down. "Neither am I."

Lucas's Perspective

Lucas had been fighting it for so long, the darkness that Elara had awakened in him, the primal urge to take control, to stop pretending he was the innocent, soft boy she thought he was. But with every passing day, it became harder to keep that part of him buried. And now, with her pinned beneath him, her defiance only making her more irresistible, he knew he was losing the fight.

The sweet facade he had worn for so long was cracking. He had tried to tell himself that he was just playing along with her games, that he was in control of himself. But the truth was, Elara had unleashed something in him that he couldn't contain. And the more she pushed, the more he wanted to give in.

He could feel her trembling beneath him, but it wasn't fear that drove her—it was something far more dangerous. She wanted this. She wanted him to snap, to lose control. And that realization made the darkness inside him roar to life.

Lucas leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a low growl. "You think you're in charge here, don't you? But you're wrong, Elara. So, so wrong."

Her body tensed, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she pressed closer, her eyes wide with challenge. "Prove it."

Something inside Lucas snapped. Without thinking, he crushed his lips against hers, the kiss rough and demanding, his hands gripping her tightly as if he could mold her to him, make her a part of him. Her lips parted in surprise, but she didn't resist. Instead, she kissed him back with equal fervor, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper.

His heart raced, the taste of her fueling the fire that raged inside him. Every breath, every touch, sent him spiraling further into the abyss. He wanted to possess her, to claim her, to make sure she could never escape him.

But even as the darkness consumed him, a small part of Lucas still held back, still tried to cling to the remnants of who he had been before all of this. He wasn't supposed to be like this. He wasn't supposed to feel this way.

Yet, as Elara arched beneath him, her body responding to every touch, Lucas couldn't deny the truth any longer.

He wanted her. More than that, he needed her.

But he wasn't ready to admit it, not yet.

So instead, he pulled away, watching as Elara lay beneath him, breathless and flushed, her eyes dark with desire.

"You don't know what you've started," he whispered, his voice rough, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Elara looked up at him, her gaze steady, unflinching. "Maybe I do."

For the first time, Lucas felt a true sense of fear. Not for her, but for himself. Because he wasn't sure if he could stop.

And a part of him didn't want to.