The Deadly Charm

Part 67 : A Promise Beneath the Stars

In the quiet of the night, hearts speak louder than words.

Akira stood anxiously in front of the library, the silence of the night doing nothing to calm her racing heart. After receiving a call from Kritin saying he would be back soon, her mind could think of nothing else. She kept worrying about how the battle had gone—how badly he might be hurt.

It wasn't long before she saw the figure she had longed for approaching from the library entrance. Kritin, wrapped in bandages and visibly worn, walked toward her. Though he tried to keep his steps steady, the exhaustion on his face was unmistakable.

Without thinking, Akira ran to him and threw her arms around him.

"I'm back," he said softly, smiling faintly as he let his bag fall to the ground and returned her embrace. Her hug, warm and tight, soothed his pain more than any healing spell.

She clung to him as if afraid he would disappear again.

"Krit..." Her voice trembled with emotion—but then, Kritin winced.

"Easy... that hurts," he said, trying to hide the pain.

Akira quickly pulled away, her face filled with alarm.

"Oh no, did I hurt you?" she asked worriedly, her eyes scanning his bandaged body.

"It's nothing," he replied with a tired smile, sweat clinging to his hairline. "Just a few scratches."

But his words didn't fool her. She stared at him with concern, not appreciating how he tried to downplay the pain.

"Come inside. Let me take a look at your wounds," she said firmly, taking his hand and pulling him into the library.

Kritin didn't resist—he let her lead him. Her care and worry warmed him more than he could admit.

Inside, the quiet scent of old paper filled the room. Kritin sank into a large sofa, bare-chested now, revealing the smaller wounds across his abdomen.

Akira sat in his lap, gently treating his wounds.

"Does it hurt?" she asked, blowing softly on one of the wounds.

Her warm breath sent a shiver through him—not of pain, but of something deeper. He gazed at her, a growing need stirring within.

"A little," he replied with a small smile. Then, in a whisper, "But... there's something else I'd rather be doing."

Akira looked up, confused. "Hmm?"

A mischievous smile curled on his lips. He said nothing more—just pulled her gently closer and kissed her softly. The kiss was tender at first, like an unspoken question—but the desire within him quickly deepened, and the kiss turned into something more intense.

"Mm..." Akira moaned softly.

Kritin's hands grew bolder, fingers slowly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a delicate floral-pink bra. Her skin trembled under his touch, reacting to the warmth of his hands and the cool air of the room.

"You're still hurt..." Akira whispered, her voice barely audible—yet she, too, was powerless to resist the moment.

"I need you."

Before she could respond, he lifted her into his arms as if she were the most precious thing in the world. He carried her to the small bedroom behind the library.

Thump.

He laid her gently on the bed, hovering above her with eyes full of longing. Her heart pounded—no matter how many times they shared this closeness, she always felt shy and breathless.

"Your wounds..." she tried to protest, but her voice melted into the heat between them.

"It's nothing."

His smile disarmed her completely. He leaned down and kissed her again, deeper this time, while his hands traced the curve of her neck, then down to her chest.

Her breathing quickened as he undid her bra, revealing her soft, trembling form. She turned her face away, cheeks flushed pink.

"Don't stare..." she whispered, embarrassed.

"But I love looking at you," he murmured, his eyes never leaving her.

He moved lower, his hot tongue tracing her skin until it found the most sensitive spot. His lips and tongue played over her breasts with passionate precision, making her body arch under him.

"A-ah..." The sound escaped her lips involuntarily.

Soon, he removed his pants, his gaze locked with hers. Every motion spoke of a yearning he could no longer contain.

He lowered himself, pressing his heated body to hers. Their bare skin met, warmth passing between them in waves.

Kritin moved slowly at first—each motion carrying both love and desire. He was fully immersed in her, their bodies entwined in perfect rhythm.

"Ah... ha..." Akira's moans filled the room, her body responding completely to him. Her heartbeat raced in sync with his as their movements grew more intense.

Kritin quickened his pace, their bodies now completely fused, every thrust pulling them deeper into each other. Time seemed to disappear—there was only this moment.

Their breaths grew louder and more ragged. Their rhythm became flawless, as if their bodies remembered each other completely. Akira felt like she was floating, swept away in a current of overwhelming emotion.

Finally, they reached their climax together. The built-up tension exploded in a wave of release, their cries mingling as they collapsed into each other's arms.

Lying there, bathed in sweat and silence, they held each other tightly. Their hearts still pounded, but with a peaceful rhythm now. Kritin wrapped his arms around Akira as if he never wanted to let her go.

"I..." he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. His eyes were full of love and quiet fulfillment.

Akira smiled faintly, resting her head on his chest. The exhaustion and joy washed over her like a dream she never wanted to wake from.

"I love you," Kritin whispered again, this time with a depth that made her breath catch.

Akira raised her eyes to meet his, her voice barely a breath.
"I love you too."

Kritin smiled gently, then kissed her forehead again. This time, his voice trembled slightly—not from fear, but from conviction.

"Marry me."