The Tale Of Hearts

Chapter 110

Hazel's pov

"You've driven me to the edge, love," he said, his voice rough, laced with something dark and primal. "I'm done holding back." His words came out like a low growl, and the way his eyes bore into mine left me speechless. My heart pounded wildly in my chest as he carried me effortlessly, each step deliberate, each movement sending a ripple of sweet fear through me, building in my gut like a storm.

I couldn't tear my gaze from him, couldn't ignore the tempest brewing in his eyes—a storm meant for me and me alone.

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His grip tightened around me, heat of his body seeping through my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Every step he took felt like a silent Promise, making me swallowed hard as he stopped abruptly, setting me down on the edge of the bed, His hands stayed firmly at my waist, grounding me, yet binding me all the same. His gaze remained locked on mine, dark and unwavering, like he was daring me to move away from him. 

My heart pounded against my ribs as he leaned in, his face a mere breath away from mine. His thumb grazed over my trembling bottom lip, his touch slow and deliberate. "You've pushed me too far," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a tremor through me. "And now you'll see what happens when I stop pretending to have control." His eyes held mine captive, a storm swirling within them, daring me to break.

"Hyde—" My voice faltered, the word caught in my throat as He tilted his head, his lips curving into a faint, dangerous smile. his breath warm against my skin. "Don't try to stop me love,I'm not letting you run from this... from us." and his words caught me off guard. His dark eyes reflecting the desires in his voice making my breath tagged and fast. Before I could respond, he closed the gap between us, his lips crashing against mine with a searing intensity that stole the very air from my lungs. His kiss was intense, demanding, like he was pouring every ounce of frustration, desire, and unspoken emotion into that single moment. My hands instinctively clutched at his shirt, trying to anchor myself as the world seemed to tilt beneath me. I was lost in him, in the fire that threatened to consume me whole. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and the taste of him left me breathless, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. His other hand pressed firmly against my lower back, pulling me flush against him,like separation would shatter the fragile thread holding him together. His lips moved with a bruising fervor, each touch an inferno blazing beneath my skin, burning away my resistance, unraveling my will to resist one agonising second at a time.

A gasp escaped me, but it was swallowed instantly by the consuming force of his kiss, and He seized the moment, deepening the kiss, his tongue brushing against mine with a deliberate, electrifying tease. It felt like he was claiming every part of me, wordlessly demanding that I surrender to the storm brewing between us.  When he finally tore himself away, our breaths came in ragged, uneven bursts, the air between us thick and charged with tension. His forehead pressed against mine, his dark, storm-filled eyes burning into my soul, leaving me trembling and utterly undone. "You feel that?" he rasped, his voice a low growl vibrating with unrestrained desire. "That's what you do to me... every single time." He murmured, his breath hot against my skin, before latching his lips onto the side of my neck. The sensation sent a jolt through me, his touch was intoxicating. feathery kisses were slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of heat that ignited every nerve, making it impossible to think, to breathe.

His fingers traced my jawline, a touch both tender and fiercely possessive, as if he feared I might vanish if he didn't hold on. My chest heaved, my heart a wild, chaotic drumbeat in my ribcage. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came, just the shaky remnants of my composure tangled in the storm he had created. I felt his teeth graze my skin, followed by the soothing caress of his tongue, leaving marks that burned with a mix of pleasure and possessiveness. My breath hitched with every movement, my pulse racing as if it might burst from the sheer intensity of the moment.