Until I breathe | 18+

Six- Shattered Bliss

Lily

Jeh's hands wrap around my waist, lifting me onto the bike. But instead of sitting behind him, he positions me facing him, my legs straddling the fuel tank.

"Hold on," he whispers, his eyes lock on mine.

I extend my arms, grasping his shoulders, my fingers digging into his leather jacket. The bike roars to life beneath us, its vibrations humming through my body.

As Jeh accelerates, the wind whipped through my hair, sending strands dancing around my face. I smile, exhilarated, my heart racing with the thrill. I nuzzle his neck, deliberately wrapping my legs around his waist.

He looks at me, with his eyes burning with intensity. The bike picks up speed, the landscape blurring around us. I feel alive, free, and reckless, with his free arm wraps around me, holding me close. His hands splay across my back, securing me against the rush of wind. His thumb absently strokes my skin.

The way he commands the bike with one hand while keeping me safe with the other. That's the most intoxicating thing about him. His confidence, his strength, his protectiveness can easily get me on my knees.

The bike devours the highway, as Jeh expertly navigates the curves. I surrender to the rush, my senses overwhelm by the speed, the wind, and warmth from the proximity.

Our faces inches apart, Jeh's warm breath mingles with mine. His lips curve into a smile, mirroring my smile, our mouths almost touching. I capture his lips in a slow, exploratory kiss. In this moment, Nothing exists but us.

I pull back, but not before sucking his lower lip. His gaze holds mine, as I lean back, surrendering to the rush. My head rests on the speedometer, the cool metal a contrast to Jeh's warm hand on my back.

The wind buffets my face, whipping my hair into a frenzy. I close my eyes, feeling the bike's vibrations, Jeh's steady grip, and the thrill of the unknown. His fingers flex on my hips, holding me secure. His thumb traces gentle patterns on my skin, sending shivers through me. I feel free, unmoored from reality. The bike, Jeh, and I merge into a singular entity, slicing through the night.

I lift my head, swaying my body towards him. His low and husky voice whispers in my ear, "Hold on, Lily."

My fingers instinctively tighten on his shoulders, my nails digging into his jacket. I relax into the ride, Jeh's scent-leather, smoke, and a hint of wildness-envelopes me.

Jeh slowes the bike, expertly maneuvering it to the curb. He killes the engine, silence enveloping us.

With a fluid motion, he kickes down the stand and swings off the bike. His eyes, burning with intensity. "Wrap your legs around me," he whispers and I obey, straddling his waist, my thighs hugging his hips. His hands cradle my bottom, lifting me snugly against him.

He strides towards my house, carrying me effortlessly. His boots echo on the porch steps, a rhythmic beat leading us to my doorstep. He releases one hand, reaching out in my pocket, getting the keys. I trail kisses along his jawline, as the keys jingle in the background, while he unlocks the door.

With a gentle push, he swings open the door, carrying me across the threshold. The door creaks shut behind us, enveloping us in silence.

His hands cradle my face, thumbs tracing my cheekbones. He lean in, his lips brushing mine in a whisper of contact. I part my lips, inviting him deeper. His mouth move slowly, exploratory, as if mapping every curve of mine. His tongue dances across my lower lip. His fingers tangle in my hair, deepening the kiss while his other hand slides down my back, tracing the curve of my spine.