RODERICK DE VERE SECRET OBSESSION |BL

CHAPTER 6

Elion woke with a gasp, his head pounding, his body aching. He was in a strange bedroom, the scent of lavender and something vaguely masculine filling the air. Sunlight streamed through the window, painting the room in a hazy golden glow. He sat up, his heart pounding in his chest, his mind a jumbled mess of fragmented memories.

He was naked, his body slick with sweat, his skin flushed. He looked around the room, his gaze falling on a discarded shirt, a pair of jeans, and a half-empty bottle of water on the nightstand. He tried to recall the events of the previous night, but his memory was a hazy, fragmented mess.

He remembered the club, the throbbing music, the intoxicating heat of the dance floor. He remembered the alcohol, the way it had loosened his inhibitions, fueled his desire to escape the pain. He remembered the touch of a hand on his arm, a voice whispering his name. He remembered Roderick.

And then, a wave of memory crashed over him, vivid and undeniable.

He remembered the car, the way Roderick had led him out of the club, his touch gentle but firm. He remembered the way Roderick had looked at him, his eyes filled with a tenderness that had sent shivers down his spine. He remembered the way Roderick had kissed him, his lips soft and insistent, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body.

He remembered the backseat of the car, the way Roderick had unbuttoned his dress, his fingers tracing the curve of his body, his touch sending a wave of heat through him. He remembered the way Roderick had kissed him again, this time more demanding, his tongue exploring the inside of his mouth, his hands roaming over his body, his touch arousing a fire within him.

He remembered the way he had surrendered to Roderick, his body arching against his, his breath catching in his throat, his desires swirling into a whirlwind of passion. He remembered the way Roderick had entered him, his movements slow and deliberate, his touch both gentle and powerful.

He remembered the way he had cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure escaping his lips. He remembered the way Roderick had held him close, his body a haven against the storm raging within him.

And then, he remembered the way he had felt... good.

A wave of guilt washed over him, a sense of shame for betraying Jacob, for succumbing to the forbidden desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for years. He knew what he had done was wrong, a transgression against his vows, a betrayal of his love.

But amidst the guilt, a strange sense of relief bloomed within him. He had felt a connection with Roderick, a spark of passion that had ignited a fire within him, a fire that had been dormant for years. He had felt a sense of release, a sense of freedom, a sense of being seen and understood in a way he hadn't felt in years.

He knew he shouldn't have given in, that he shouldn't have betrayed Jacob, that he shouldn't have allowed himself to feel this way about Roderick. But he couldn't deny the truth. He had felt something real, something powerful, something that had shaken him to his core.

He lay back on the bed, his mind racing, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of the night before. He knew he had a lot to think about, a lot to process, a lot to make sense of. He knew he had crossed a line, a line he couldn't undo.

To be continue....