Consumed by you : Whispers of devotion

Chapter 25: The Descent into Darkness

Lucas's Perspective

The room was dim, only the moonlight filtering through the curtains casting faint shadows on the walls. Lucas sat in the corner of the bed, watching Elara. She was sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the turmoil inside him. His heart beat erratically, his mind swirling with dark, confusing emotions. He had always been the calm, gentle one, but now... now there was something else stirring inside him—something primal.

He couldn't stop thinking about how she looked at him, how her lips brushed his, teasing him, pushing him to the edge. He wanted her more than he could explain, but it wasn't just desire. It was something darker, something more dangerous.

She had always been his obsession. He just hadn't realized it.

Now, it was like the floodgates had opened, and every suppressed feeling he'd hidden under the guise of friendship was rushing forward, threatening to overwhelm him. His mind kept playing the moment over and over again—her body pressed against his, her defiant eyes daring him to take what he wanted, what he had always wanted.

Elara had awoken something in him, and it was terrifying.

But thrilling.

His fingers twitched, and he clenched them into a fist, trying to regain some semblance of control. His gaze lingered on her—her long, wavy hair cascading over the pillow, her full lips slightly parted in sleep, her body curled up in the blanket. The curves she was always so insecure about were now burned into his mind, and he found himself growing more possessive with every passing second.

He wanted to touch her again, to feel the warmth of her skin beneath his hands, to claim her in a way that went beyond desire. His chest tightened as the thought took hold. He wanted her to be his—completely and utterly. But not just in the sweet, romantic way he had once imagined. This was something far more intense.

He had to fight the urge to wake her, to grab her, to take control. But even as he fought it, a part of him wondered if she would resist. Elara had always been obsessed with him, her love bordering on madness. She wouldn't push him away, would she?

No. She would welcome it.

The thought sent a surge of heat through him.

But he had to maintain control. He couldn't let her see the darkness that was slowly taking over. Not yet.

He slipped out of the bed silently, trying to clear his head. The cool air did nothing to settle the fire burning inside him. He leaned against the window, staring out into the night, but all he could think about was her. Every part of him wanted to go back to her, to kiss her until she begged for more, to make her see that she belonged to him.

But for now, he needed to hold back, to wait.

Elara's Perspective

Elara stirred from her sleep, the warmth of Lucas's body now absent. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw him standing by the window, his back to her. For a moment, she just watched him, her heart still heavy with the obsession that had driven her to this point. She loved him with every fiber of her being, even if it was unhealthy, even if it was twisted. Lucas was hers, whether he realized it or not.

But something had changed tonight. She could feel it.

The way he had touched her, the way he had looked at her—it was different. There was a hunger in his eyes, a darkness she hadn't seen before. And she loved it. The thought that Lucas could feel something similar to what she did made her pulse quicken.

He wasn't as innocent as she once thought. She could sense the shift in him, the way he was struggling with something inside. He was fighting it, but she could feel it rising to the surface. He wanted her, just as much as she wanted him, but there was something more—something deeper and darker that he was holding back.

And it excited her.

Elara shifted in the bed, the blanket falling away as she sat up. Her heart raced, knowing she was playing with fire, but she didn't care. The idea that Lucas could become as obsessed with her as she was with him sent a thrill through her body.

"Lucas," she called softly, her voice cutting through the quiet room.

He didn't turn around right away. His shoulders were tense, his hands gripping the windowsill so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

"Come back to bed," she whispered, the invitation clear in her voice.

Lucas turned slowly, his expression unreadable. There was something in his eyes she couldn't quite place—something that made her pulse quicken. He looked at her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine, but it wasn't fear she felt. It was desire.

But Lucas didn't move right away. He just stood there, staring at her, his chest rising and falling heavily. She could tell he was battling something within himself, something he wasn't ready to share yet. But that only made her want him more.

"Lucas," she repeated, this time more firmly, her voice filled with a seductive edge. "Come here."

He didn't respond with words. Instead, he walked towards her, his steps slow and deliberate. When he reached the bed, he didn't sit beside her like she expected. Instead, he stood over her, his tall frame towering above, his gaze dark and unreadable.

There was a dangerous edge to him now, one she hadn't fully seen before, but she craved it. She craved him.

Lucas reached out, his hand brushing her cheek softly at first. But then, his fingers tightened, gripping her jaw firmly, tilting her head back so that she had no choice but to look up at him.

"What are you doing to me?" he murmured, his voice low, almost growling.

Elara's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn't afraid. She loved it. She loved the way he was slowly unraveling, the way his control was slipping.

"I'm not doing anything," she whispered, her lips barely moving as she spoke. "You're the one who's changing."

Lucas's grip tightened just slightly, enough to send a message. "You don't know what you've started."

Elara smiled up at him, her eyes gleaming with desire. "Then show me."

For a moment, there was silence. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. And then, without warning, Lucas leaned down, his lips crashing against hers with a force that left her breathless.

It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was rough, hungry, filled with the dark emotions he had been holding back for so long. His hands moved from her face to her shoulders, pinning her down onto the bed as he kissed her deeply, possessively.

Elara's heart raced, her body responding to him in ways she had only dreamed of. She wanted him—needed him. But this... this was something entirely different. This was raw, primal, and she loved every second of it.

Lucas pulled back, his breath ragged as he stared down at her. His eyes were wild, filled with a darkness she hadn't seen before. But instead of being afraid, Elara felt exhilarated.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "No one else gets to have you. Do you understand?"

Elara smiled up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. "I've always been yours, Lucas."

But deep down, she knew that things had changed. This wasn't just about love anymore. This was about obsession, about possession. And they were both falling deeper into the darkness together.