The Black Silk

Chapter 15🖤✨

" Porco Dio! What more damage does he want to do now?" I thought to myself and ignored the notifications as I would have ignored the spam notifications.

With that I proceeded towards the quarter where the sentinels were given accommodations. I had one luxurious quarter as the Head of the security. It was three bedroom hall kitchen apartment, a symphony of black, beige and brown. The apartment was nestled with modern urban settings and with the first step I felt 'Home' , such was the warmth it exuded. The heart of the home was the Living Room. The walls were painted in a soft beige, a neutral canvas that harmonized with the sleek black accents of the furniture. A plush L-shaped sofa in deep brown leather served as the centerpiece, complemented by throw pillows in varying shades of beige and black for texture.

In the middle a low rise coffe table was placed with a matte black metal frame and a polished brown wood top, sitting atop a textured beige rug. Amber-toned lights casted a warm, ambient glow to the room. The floor-to-ceiling windows was a gateway to a panoramic view of the city skyline. The tall skyscrapers glistened under the setting sun, their reflective surfaces turning shades of orange, pink, and gold. The humidity in the air softened the edges of the buildings, creating a dreamy glow as dusk settled in. The window offered a front-row seat to the transition of the city, as streetlights flickered on and the vibrant pulse of urban life emerged.

"God! I love this place."

I murmured to myself as I proceed towards my open kitchen for a bag of hot water for my aching back and a cup of soothing warm sweet coffee for my aching heart. I was in no denial that I was attracted towards Adrian. I wanted that man like a junkie wants its regualr dose of drugs.

"Damn it! I was a goner for him."

But with my duties, position and my fear, I could never fully escape it and was in a war with my heart. Yet, I was yearning for the forbidden. I craved him with an intensity that felt like it would consume me whole.

I wanted those hard abs pressed firmly against my chest. His lips, sinful and inviting, consuming mine with an unyielding dominance, exploring every corner of my mouth leaving me utterly breathless.

I wanted his hands roaming, teasing and tormenting me, igniting a fire within me with his every touch. I wanted his fingers brushing, pulling and twisting my nipples with each stroke sending  shocks of pleasure coursing through my veins. And the promise of his third 'MAN'- unrelenting and powerful, to shatter the very foundation of my world, leaving nothing in its wake expect the blissful ruin and its evidence.

I do know that this was not a wishful thinking or my raging hormones. It was clear as a day I wanted every piece of him to myself, every fucking inch. I wanted the allure, the temptation, the captivation, the mystique, the intensity, the passion, the seduction. Whatever he was ready to throw at me.

But the only question remained, "Does he also crave me the way, I crave him?" I highly doubted it.

I was sure about one thing that he considered me a one night stand. He would do me once to get me out of his system and never look back at me again. Destroying in its wake the very transient heart that was ready to give him anything that he wanted.

"Every part of me ached for him."

Yet I stood frozen, shackled by the invisible chains of duty and doubt and fear. It was a war I didn't know how to win, but the desire burning within me whispered that surrender might be my only salvation.

Lost in my own thoughts, I failed to notice the soft click of the door as it shut behind me. The stillness of the room broke with a presence so palpable it felt like the air itself shifted. A warm breath glided the nape of my neck sending shivers down my spine. The scent—rich and intoxicating, a heady blend of amber and ash—was unmistakable.

"It was Him. It was Adrian."

His breath wrapped around me like a velvet fog, pulling me under its spell. I could lose myself in that aroma, let it drown me completely, and still wear a look of a serene pleasure etched on my face. His breathing was uneven, shallow yet commanding, a rhythm that matched the thrum of my pulse as if we were in sync.

I stood frozen yet melting into a puddle as his strong yet deliberate,calloused yet soft, hands slid around my waist like a serpent. They lingered there for a moment, possessive and firm, commanding an unspoken claim over me. With agonizing softness and slow movements that sent my senses spiraling and making me see stars, his fingers began to hover just above my navel. The deliberate circles that his hands traced felt like whispers against my skin, each one a silent provocation, igniting a firestorm of sensation that I couldn't contain.

My breath hitched, and I instinctively closed my eyes, shutting out the world trying to steady the storm raging within me. The sensation was too much, yet not nearly enough.

But it was futile.

My chest rose and fell with an uncontrollable rhythm, the rapid rise of my heaving breasts betraying the effect that his touch had on me. Every motion, every lingering second, unraveled the last strands of my composure, leaving me utterly undone and gasping for more, wanting for more.

"I was completely at his disposal. And he knew. He fucking knew it".

The subtle brush of his touch sent waves of heat coursing through my body, my senses heightened to every small shift of his fingers, every inch of skin they claimed as their own.

His touch was deliberate, maddeningly so, as if he knew exactly how close I was to breaking. My hands clenched at my sides, torn between the need to grasp at something solid and the overwhelming desire to let him continue his torturous exploration.

A soft hum of satisfaction escaped him, barely audible, but it resonated deep within me, igniting something more primal.

As his fingers dsecended lower, skimming the edge of my waistband, my body arched instinctively, a silent plea for more.

Asking him for more.

He paused, just for a moment, as if savoring my reaction, and then his other hand rose to rest lightly against my ribs, his thumb brushing the curve beneath my breast. The contrast of his firm touch and the delicacy sent a dizzying blend of sensations coursing through me.

The stroke of his fingers felt like a dance, unhurried and intimate, refined yet nervous, as if he was touching a fragile antique piece and was afraid it will break. He was claiming in ways no one could ever in the future. It was for sure. He was destroying me for everyone else. My mind was a haze, the world around me faded into nothingness. There was only him- his touch, his breath, his presence and his delectable scent. And it was the devastatingly beautiful way he was unraveling me, piece by delicate piece.