Consumed by you : Whispers of devotion

Chapter26: Into the Abyss

Elara's Perspective

Elara had always prided herself on being in control. Control over her life, her work, and most importantly, her feelings. But with Lucas, that control was slipping, crumbling at his touch, at his gaze. She had always been the one who obsessed over him, who pined for him from afar, but now—now the tables were turning, and the realization made her pulse quicken.

Tonight, there was something in the air, something electric and dangerous. The way Lucas moved, the way he looked at her—it sent shivers down her spine. He was no longer the sweet, innocent boy she had known. There was something darker behind those beautiful blue eyes, something primal and possessive.

And she wanted it.

She lay back on the bed, her heart pounding as Lucas stood over her, his eyes dark and intense. She had teased him before, pushed him to the edge, but now she was the one who was trembling, not from fear, but from anticipation. He had awakened something in her, something wild and reckless, and she was ready to give in to it. Ready to give herself to him completely.

Lucas leaned down, his hands gripping the edge of the bed, his face inches from hers. His breath was hot against her skin, and she could feel the tension radiating from him. He was holding back, barely restraining himself, but Elara could see the cracks in his facade.

"You've been playing games with me," Lucas growled, his voice low and dangerous. "But I'm done playing."

Her heart raced at his words, excitement surging through her. She had always loved pushing him, loved seeing how far she could go, but now he was the one in control, and it thrilled her.

"Then stop holding back," she whispered, her voice breathless. "Show me who you really are."

There was a brief pause, a flicker of hesitation in Lucas's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by something darker, something more dangerous. Without another word, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as he climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over hers.

"I warned you," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "You don't know what you've started."

Elara gasped as he tightened his grip on her wrists, his strength overwhelming. But instead of resisting, she arched her back, pressing herself against him. She wanted this. She wanted him to take her, to claim her.

"I'm not afraid of you," she whispered, her eyes locking onto his.

Lucas's lips curled into a dark smile. "You should be."

And then, without warning, he kissed her, hard and rough, his lips bruising against hers. There was no gentleness in his touch, no hesitation. This was Lucas unleashed, and it was everything Elara had dreamed of. His hands roamed her body, his touch both possessive and hungry, as if he couldn't get enough of her.

Elara moaned into his kiss, her body trembling beneath him. She had always wanted him, but this was different. This was raw, primal, and it sent her mind spinning. She was no longer in control, but she didn't care. She wanted him to take everything, to consume her.

Lucas pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with desire. His hand trailed down her body, teasing her skin as he gripped the hem of her shirt. With one swift movement, he pulled it off, tossing it aside as he gazed down at her.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "No one else. Just me."

Elara's breath hitched as she stared up at him, her heart racing in her chest. She had always known that Lucas was possessive, but this... this was something else entirely. And she loved it.

"Always yours," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.

Lucas's eyes darkened at her words, and for a moment, she saw something flicker in them—something deeper, something darker. He wasn't just possessive. He was obsessed.

And that obsession was consuming him.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her neck as he kissed her softly at first, but then his teeth grazed her skin, and she gasped. His grip on her wrists tightened, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body as he pressed himself against her.

"I've wanted this for so long," Lucas murmured against her skin, his voice low and dangerous. "But you... you kept pushing me, kept testing me."

His words sent a thrill through her, and she arched her back, pressing herself closer to him. She had always pushed him, always wanted to see how far she could go, but now it was Lucas who was testing her, pushing her to her limits.

"And now..." he continued, his voice trailing off as his hand moved down her body, slipping under her waistband. "Now I'm going to show you just how much I want you."

Elara gasped as his fingers brushed against her, her body trembling with anticipation. She had never felt like this before, never been so consumed by desire. Lucas was taking control, and she was helpless to stop him.

But she didn't want to stop him.

"I'm yours," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust. "Do whatever you want."

Lucas's eyes darkened at her words, and for a moment, she saw the full extent of his obsession. He wasn't just attracted to her. He was consumed by her. And that thought sent a shiver down her spine.

"I intend to," he growled, his voice filled with dark promise.

And then, with one swift movement, he tore her pants off, leaving her exposed beneath him. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her as if he was claiming her, marking her as his own.

Elara moaned, her body trembling beneath his touch. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, but at the same time, she had never felt so alive. Lucas was consuming her, devouring her, and she loved every second of it.

But then, just as she thought she couldn't take any more, Lucas pulled back, his eyes filled with something darker, something more dangerous.

"You have no idea what you've unleashed," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

And then, without warning, he kissed her again, his lips bruising against hers as he took what he wanted, what he had always wanted.

Elara had lost control, but she didn't care.

Because Lucas was finally hers.

Lucas's Perspective

As Lucas hovered over her, his body trembling with desire, he felt a strange sense of clarity. For so long, he had suppressed these feelings, these dark urges, convincing himself that his love for Elara was pure and innocent. But now, with her beneath him, exposed and vulnerable, he knew the truth.

He had always been obsessed with her.

It wasn't just love. It was something darker, something more dangerous. And now that he had her, he wasn't going to let go.

She was his, completely and utterly.

But as he gazed down at her, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, something inside him shifted. He had always thought that Elara was the one who was obsessed, the one who was crazy, but now he realized that he was just as mad, just as consumed by her.

And he loved it.

Elara's eyes fluttered open, and she gazed up at him with a mixture of desire and fear. But Lucas didn't stop. He couldn't.

"You've always been mine," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "And now, I'm going to make sure you never forget it."