Consumed by you : Whispers of devotion

Chapter28: The Dress and the Darkness

Lucas's Perspective

It had been weeks since Lucas had taken Elara into his home, locking the door behind her with a sense of finality that echoed through the empty halls. His days revolved around her, and he found himself reveling in the rhythm of their lives together. He had become her protector, her provider, and in return, she filled the void within him, a light in the darkest corners of his soul.

He had never intended to keep her away from the world, but the thought of her being out there without him was unbearable. Each time he imagined her with someone else, a fire ignited in his chest, and he couldn't allow that to happen.

Every evening, he made it a ritual to spoil her—cooking her favorite meals, surprising her with small gifts, and creating an atmosphere of safety and warmth. He would watch her smile, the way her eyes sparkled with happiness, and it brought him a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Yet, beneath that gentle facade lay an intense yearning for something more—something darker. He wanted to break down the walls she had built, to bring out the wildness he felt brewing within him. But he could sense that she craved more than the tenderness he offered; there was a fire in her that wanted to be unleashed.

That evening, as he returned home from the bakery, he noticed something was different. The air felt charged, electric with anticipation. As he stepped through the threshold, he found Elara standing in front of the mirror, her back to him. She wore a white laced mini dress that hugged her curves, accentuating her figure in a way that made his breath hitch.

The fabric clung to her body, highlighting her soft curves and giving her an ethereal glow. The delicate lace danced around her thighs, and he couldn't help but admire the way it made her look both innocent and enticing.

"Wow," he breathed, taking a step closer, his heart racing. "You look stunning."

Elara turned to face him, a playful smile on her lips. "Do you really think so?" she asked, her voice light and teasing.

"Oh, I know so," he replied, moving closer until he could smell the floral scent of her perfume. "That dress... it drives me insane."

She looked at him with those big doe eyes, a playful challenge lingering in the air. "I wanted to impress you, Lucas. I thought maybe you'd like it if I dressed a little... differently."

"Differently?" he echoed, stepping closer, their bodies inches apart. "This isn't just different; it's—" He let his gaze wander over her body, drinking in every detail. "It's perfect."

He could see her excitement, but there was something else lurking beneath the surface, a hunger that mirrored his own. "But I can't help but feel like you want something more," he admitted, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "Something darker."

Elara stepped closer, her breath hitching as she reached for him, the soft fabric of her dress brushing against his skin. "Maybe I do," she said, her voice sultry and inviting. "But will you give it to me?"

He felt the intensity of her words wash over him, and the darkness within him stirred. The way she looked at him, with a mix of challenge and desire, set his blood on fire.

Lucas reached out, his fingers brushing against the delicate lace of her dress, tracing the outline of her waist. "You have no idea what you're asking for," he warned, his voice a low growl, the words laced with temptation.

"Maybe I do," she replied, her gaze unwavering. "Maybe I want to see how far you're willing to go."

A primal urge surged within him, a desire to both protect and claim her. He wanted to spoil her, but he also wanted to unleash the darkness he had kept hidden for so long. He stepped back, trying to regain control of his racing heart.

"Let's see if you can handle what you're asking for," he said, his voice steady but filled with tension.

Elara smiled, a glimmer of excitement dancing in her eyes. "I think I can," she teased, swaying her hips slightly, drawing him in with every movement.

The heat between them intensified, and Lucas felt himself slipping into that darker part of himself. He wanted to be gentle, to show her how much he cared, but the way she challenged him, the way she looked in that dress—it ignited a fire he couldn't contain.

"Stay here," he commanded softly, his eyes locked onto hers. "I'll be right back."

He stepped away, his heart pounding as he headed toward the kitchen. He needed a moment to gather his thoughts, to rein in the chaotic thoughts racing through his mind. But as he moved, he couldn't shake the image of her in that dress from his mind.

Elara was beautiful, and she knew it. She was teasing him, pushing him to his limits, and it thrilled him.

When he returned, he found her still standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the lace around her waist. "You're driving me crazy," he said, his voice low and thick with desire.

"I know," she replied, turning to face him fully. "That's the point."

He crossed the distance between them in an instant, capturing her waist in his hands, pulling her closer. "You have no idea what you're doing to me," he growled, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Then show me," she breathed, her voice sultry and inviting.

Lucas's heart raced as he felt the last remnants of control slipping away. The darkness within him surged, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He wanted to take her, to claim her fully and make her understand the depths of his desire.

With a sudden urgency, he pressed her against the wall, capturing her lips with his in a heated kiss. It was desperate and raw, a collision of their desires as he poured everything he felt into that moment. He could feel her responding, her body arching against him, and it drove him wild.

He knew that this was just the beginning—that there was so much more to explore between them. And as he kissed her, he felt the thrill of the darkness within him, a promise of the chaos that was yet to come.

"Stay with me," he whispered against her lips, the intensity of his words hanging heavy in the air. "I won't let you go."

And in that moment, he knew he would do anything to keep her by his side, to envelop her in the whirlwind of their passions, no matter where it led them.