Consumed by you : Whispers of devotion

Chapter 16: Unleashing Desire

Elara's Perspective

Elara felt the tension crackle in the air as she and Lucas shared an electric moment, the world outside fading into nothingness. The way he looked at her, with those intense eyes, made her heart race. He approached her slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every second.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and deep, the hint of mischief dancing on his lips.

Elara nodded, her breath hitching in her throat. The thrill of anticipation made her skin tingle. She had never felt so exposed yet so empowered, ready to explore the depths of their connection.

Lucas moved closer, the air thick with unspoken desire. His fingers brushed against the fabric of her shirt, lingering for just a moment before he grasped the hem. "Let's start slow," he whispered, his gaze locking onto hers.

With a teasing smile, he began to pull her shirt up, revealing just a sliver of her skin. Elara felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks, her heart pounding with excitement and anxiety. The anticipation made her dizzy as he took his time, inching the fabric higher, exposing more of her.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, a mixture of admiration and hunger flickering in his gaze. The way he looked at her sent shivers down her spine, awakening a side of her that craved his attention.

As he pulled the shirt over her head, she felt a thrill of vulnerability, but his gaze reassured her. There was a deep appreciation in his eyes, a quiet admiration that made her feel more desirable than ever. He brushed his fingers over her exposed skin, sending sparks of electricity through her.

Lucas took a step back, looking at her as if she were a masterpiece he wanted to explore. "You're stunning, you know that?" His voice was a husky whisper that made her pulse quicken.

Elara felt a mix of excitement and vulnerability. Lucas's words hung in the air, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world. She shivered at his admiration, craving more of his touch, more of his gaze.

"Touch me," she urged, her voice a soft plea that held an edge of desperation. She wanted him to lose himself in her, to give in to the wild, primal urge that simmered just beneath the surface.

Lucas's Perspective

Lucas couldn't help but admire Elara as she stood before him, her beauty radiating with every passing moment. The way her skin glowed under the dim light, the soft curves of her body, and the way her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and vulnerability made his heart race.

He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, the way her body was a perfect blend of softness and strength. The contrast between her delicate features and her fierce spirit intrigued him, stirring something dark and primal within.

"Let's take this slow," he said, feigning innocence while his heart raced with desire. He wanted to tease her, to draw out every moment until she was begging for him. He reached for the waistband of her pants, fingers brushing against her skin as he slowly pulled them down.

Each inch revealed more of her, and he couldn't help but admire the way her body responded to his touch. His breath hitched as he exposed her thighs, the sight making him want to lose himself in her completely.

Elara watched him with wide eyes, a mix of trust and anticipation dancing in her gaze. He felt a rush of power at the sight of her vulnerability, and a wicked smile curled on his lips. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "You're so beautiful, Elara. I could get lost in you."

As he peeled off her pants, he couldn't resist the urge to let his hands explore her soft curves. His fingers traced her skin, savoring the texture, feeling the warmth radiate from her. Each gentle caress made her shiver, and he felt the pull of desire grow stronger.