Until I breathe | 18+

Two- Sinful Touches

Lily

I step into Ayren's room, my eyes widening as I take in the breathtaking view. It's not like I've not seen something like this before, but still the view is too majestic to ignore. The entire wall opposite me is a sprawling glass window, stretching from floor to ceiling. The panoramic vista unfolds like a canvas, showcasing the city's twinkling lights.

The room's sleek, modern design fades into the background as I approach the glass. The city's skyline stretches before me, a dazzling display of steel and stone. I press my fingertips against the cool glass, feeling the smooth surface.

As I turn around, my eyes adjust to the room's dim lighting. Ayren's space reflects his personality - polished, calculated, and guarded. Every item has its place, every surface gleams. I sense a vulnerability in this room, hidden beneath the surface.

His presence is declared by the soft clicking of his shoes and slamming of the door. He remains quiet for a while.

"Undress lily", He finally speaks, "Show me what's mine"

I hear him but I care less. I am not exactly known for my obedience. I stay still looking at the view outside. I notice his eyes burning with rage in the reflection of the glass window.

"You think you are entitled to ignore me?", He growls in anger, "You are not the same girl I once loved, you are the product of The Eagle's deceit"

I shake my head, amused at his words, "Really?...I was expecting even worse"

"Finally you dare to speak at least", I see him taking a step towards me in the reflection of the glass window, "Get ready Lily, your husband is coming for you"

His presence is too powerful, his scent too all consuming. It crowds my lungs with mild lavender and bergamot. Only I know how difficult it is to avoid him. His words hangs in the air, as heavy with threat and promise. And the next moment he holds me from my elbow, spinning around to face him.

"Look at me, when I speak to you", His hold tightens as his free hand grasps my chin, forcing me to look up and meet my gaze with his.

My ability to breathe ceases when his eyes connect with mine. Dark hair, blue eyes, sculpted cheekbones. It's been less than a week since we last saw each other, yet he's somehow more handsome than I remember. I can't believe this stunning man is my husband now. I finally dare to meet those eyes.

His gaze holds the depths of torment, longing and ecstasy, all intertwined , Like Hell, Purgatory and Heaven all coming for me, together.

"My husband? Are you sure?... Because all I'm seeing is a heartbroken man trying to be strong and dominant", I smirk.

"You think you can still read me? After everything?", He shouts. His face darkens, as his hold on my chin tightens

"I'm not the guy you broke,I'm the man who will break you." His hands snap out, grasping my wrists like shackles, pulling me closer.

"Oh you think I will be intimidated by your words?", I roll my eyes, relaxing my wrists in his grasp, contrasting his harsh grip.

"Maybe you need a reminder of who you are dealing with!", His lips curl into a snarl, as his breath dances across my skin.

The next moment, his hands snap out, grasping my hair, pulling my head closer and he leans down bridging the height difference of ten inches between us, crashing his lips onto mine in a fierce, demanding kiss.

His nibbling on my lower lip allows him the entrance he wants. I try to pull back, but his grip on my hair tightens, his lips refuse to leave mine. His tongue claims mine, his body pressing against mine. He deepens the kiss, and the kiss tastes metallic. My lower lip is bleeding.