𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chapter 52: Bound by Desire

W A R N I N G

Mature scene alert *wink wink*

Scarlett

The weight of the conversation with Alexander still hung in the air, but now there was a quiet stillness between us. The warmth of his arms around me, the steadiness of his breath - it was enough to make me feel safe, secure, loved. His hand, which had been resting on my back, moved gently in slow circles, lulling me into a state of calm. But beneath the surface, I could feel something else simmering. A tension that hadn't quite faded from the moment he walked in.

I lifted my head from his shoulder to meet his gaze, and there it was - his dark, stormy eyes filled with something primal, something deep. Desire. It flickered between us like a spark ready to ignite. I swallowed, suddenly aware of how close we were, the heat of his body seeping into mine. His hand slid from my back, down to my waist, pulling me a little closer, his fingertips pressing into my skin like he couldn't bear the thought of any space between us.

"Alexander," I whispered, my voice betraying the need I felt blooming inside me.

"Shh," he hushed me softly, his thumb brushing over my lips. "You don't have to say anything."

And then he kissed me. Slow at first, gentle, as though giving me time to pull back if I wanted to. But I didn't. I kissed him back, leaning into the heat of his mouth, his tongue tracing the outline of my lips before diving deeper. Every movement was deliberate, full of want, yet restrained. His other hand cupped the side of my face, and the way he touched me - it felt like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.

His kisses grew hungrier, more insistent. The slow burn of our desire finally beginning to take over. I could feel his fingers slipping beneath the hem of my shirt, grazing the soft skin of my stomach. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I couldn't stop the small gasp that escaped my lips. He pulled back slightly, his lips ghosting over my ear.

"Scarlett," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but it was enough to send a shiver down my spine.

His hands moved to cradle my face, fingers threading through my hair as he pulled me closer, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that I hadn't felt from him before. It was as if everything he had been holding back, all the passion, the desire, the need - it was all there, in the way his lips moved against mine, in the way his body pressed closer to mine, demanding more.

I gasped when his lips trailed down from my mouth to my jawline, his breath hot against my skin. He kissed the sensitive spot just below my ear, and I couldn't help the small moan that escaped me. His name slipped from my lips like a prayer, and I felt him smile against my neck before he moved lower, his mouth now trailing down to my collarbone.

"I want you, Scarlett," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "But only if you want this too."

My breath hitched. I wanted him - so badly that it hurt. Every part of me screamed for him, to feel him, to be consumed by him. I nodded, unable to form coherent words. That was all the encouragement he needed.

With a swift, almost practiced motion, he tugged my shirt over my head, discarding it carelessly to the side. His eyes roamed over my now bare chest, the intensity of his gaze making my skin tingle. He leaned down, his lips brushing over the curve of my shoulder, then lower, leaving a trail of kisses down to my collarbone. His hands moved to the waistband of my pants, and in one smooth motion, they were gone too.

I felt exposed, vulnerable, but the way he looked at me - like I was something to be cherished, to be worshipped - made me feel powerful. I was entirely his in this moment, and I loved it.