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chap -10: is it okay?🥀

Sylus pov:

She's a vise around me, her inner walls milking me as I thrust into her with all the pent-up passion and frustration of our conflict. Our bodies clash, our hips meeting with a wet slap. It's raw, intense, a battle unto itself.I'm teetering on the edge, her tight heat squeezing me, drawing me deeper. Her moans, her whimpers, her soft cries of pleasure push me closer. Her body is a siren's song, luring me to my release.

"Y/n....I...."

My balls are drawn up tight, my cock throbbing violently as I fight to hold back. But it's no use, the pressure is too great. With a roar, I surge forward, burying myself to the hilt as I erupt inside her, painting her insides with my hot seed.

Y/n pov:

I can feel him trembling inside me, his release imminent. I'm right there with him, my own orgasm coiling tightly in my belly. Our bodies are synced, two ticking time bombs ready to detonate at the same moment. I bite my lip, trying to hold back, but it's no use.

"Sylus... Sylus... It's... It's too much... I... I... Ah! AH!"

I throw my head back, my body convulsing violently as I come undone. Waves of pleasure crash over me, drowning me, as I milk his hot seed from his body. My orgasm finally subsides, leaving me spent and shaking. I collapse onto his chest, my face buried in his neck as I try to catch my breath. He's still buried inside me, his softening cock a reminder of what just happened.

Sylus pov:

She collapses onto me, her body relaxing as her breathing slowly returns to normal. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as I nuzzle her neck. Our little truce is over, and reality will soon intrude. But for now, there's just us, entwined and sated.She goes limp in my arms, unconscious from the intensity of our shared passion. I gently lay her down on the bed, cleaning her up tenderly. She deserves gentleness now, after the storm of our passion. I tuck her in, brushing a soft kiss on her forehead.As I watch her sleep, I can't help but reflect on what just happened. We crossed a line tonight, a line that can't be uncrossed. I'm no longer just her enemy, her captor. I'm the man who took her innocence, who found solace in her body.

And she's not just my captive, my enemy. She's the woman who tempted me beyond reason, who cried out my name as she came undone in my arms. Our situation is more complicated than ever, but one thing is clear - I want her again. And again. And again.I lay down next to her, careful not to disturb her sleep. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me as I rest my head on her shoulder. The room is quiet, except for the sound of her gentle breathing. I watch her face, studying every line and curve.

why is she so warm why I feel like this.

Next morning:

Morning light streams in through the window, casting a golden glow over Y/n's face as she stirs in my arms. She blinks her eyes open, her gaze flicking to mine. For a moment, we just look at each other, the weight of last night hanging heavy between us.

I extract myself from his embrace, wincing at the slight soreness between my thighs. I slide out of bed and wrap a sheet around myself, turning to look at him. He's sprawled on his back, one arm thrown above his head, the other dangling off the bed.

A/n pov:

Y/n curses herself under her breath, shaking her head in disbelief. She can't believe she let things go that far with her enemy, her captor. She should be focusing on escaping, not getting tangled up in his arms and losing herself in his touch.

"Stupid, stupid,stupid,"

She tries to stand, but her legs tremble, still weak from the intensity of their lovemaking. She stumbles slightly, clutching the sheet tighter around herself. The soreness between her thighs is a stark reminder of Sylus's passion, his possession of her body.

"Aah..."

He notes the sheet wrapped around her, the slight blush on her cheeks, the uncertainty in her eyes. He smirks, knowing that she's likely sore from their activities.

"Good morning,"

Y/n's face turns crimson, and she avoids his gaze, her voice barely a whisper.

"Let's just... Let's just forget about last night, okay? It was a mistake, a moment of weakness. It can't happen again."

He watches her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her blushing cheeks, her avoidance of his gaze. He can't help but chuckle, the sound low and amused.

"Forget about last night? After the way you screamed my name, after the way you clung to me?"

"You expect me to forget how your body trembled beneath mine, how you begged for more, how we lost ourselves in each other?"

Sylus's voice drops to a husky register, his body stirring as he remembers.

"And you want me to believe it was just a mistake?"

Sylus stands up, his eyes never leaving hers, before turning and walking towards the bathroom. He pauses at the door, looking back at her over his shoulder.

"Wait here,"

he commands, his voice firm but gentle.

"I'll be back in a few minutes after I take a shower."

As soon as Sylus disappears into the bathroom, y/n sits back on the bed, her mind racing with thoughts and emotions. She buries her face in her hands, trying to make sense of everything that happened last night and this morning.

"This can't be happening,"

she whispers to herself.

Unable to face the situation any longer, y/n quickly gathers her clothes and dresses, her movements hurried and jerky. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself, before slipping out of the room and closing the door quietly behind her. She needs time to think, to process everything that's happened.

As y/n hurries down the hallway, her mind is in turmoil. She curses herself under her breath, wondering how she could have been so foolish, so reckless.

"What the hell was I thinking?"

she mutters angrily to herself.

"Getting involved with Sylus, of all people."

Y/n's heart races as she descends the stairs, her cheeks still flushed with a combination of embarrassment and lingering arousal.

"This is going to make things so awkward,"

she frets, running a hand through her disheveled hair.

"How am I supposed to face him now, after..."

Y/n's mind replays the heated scenes from last night, and she cringes at the memory of her own desperate pleas.

"He's probably laughing about it, thinking about how I fell apart for him,"

she grumbles, her steps quickening as she makes her to the cab.

Sylus pov:

"Y/n?"

I called out, my voice barely above a whisper. When no response comes, i strides to the window, looking out as if i expects to see her fleeing the house. The pang in my heart is sharp and sudden, taking me by surprise.

"Oh gods,why do I feel like this"

My hand clutches at his chest, my face contorting with an unexpected surge of emotion. I feels... hurt. Rejected.

"Why would she leave without saying anything?"

he mutters, his brows furrowing.

"Unless... she regrets last night."

Yeah right probably i am feeling hurt because I got rejected for the first time.

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