「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(193) Incarnation

Charles' POV

It was already burning, fervently, the urge to hold her in my arms. It was already screaming, obnoxiously, the longing to secure her in my embrace.

Yet, there was an obvious apprehension fuelled by the sheer determination to protect her fragile heart, the most delicate one that thoroughly needed to be handled with dear care, but she seemed unconcerned.

The persistent invitations stood no more resistible, and I took to the bed.

My cravings only wailed louder, with escalating intensities almost impossible to subjugate as her slender but awfully cool fingers gingerly figured their way around the refined timepiece.

I leaned in towards her back, anxiously awaiting her head's return. She swung it around normally, meeting my face that was practically captivated by that alluring awe shadowing her every elegant move.

Under sufficient moonlight danced the exciting essence of hazel embellishing her beady pupils, but it was a time short to fully relish in the pure beauty emitted from those that no longer spelled fear. She reacted like she had not, freezing where our lips stayed as far as the fraction of a second before they fiercely contacted.

Sparks flew at the simplicity of our touch, and I surrendered to the burst of fireworks vividly colouring my lonely heart with true meaning again.

Her icy palm revisited me beneath my night shirt, resting nicely on the front of my torso as she hung from her other arm snaked around my neck for support. Under the hospital gown she once claimed was unflattering, yet failing miserably to hide how stunning she really is, sneaked my hands that connected impeccably with her slim figure now further thinned by the brutality of her illness.

We were natural, and no one could stop us.

She parted our tongues briefly for a mere moan easily passing off as the most remarkable sound known while I groped her top in the dark. I slipped into her V region, thrilled, but silence fell upon her like poison had threatened her throat as my fingers gallivanted between her moist walls. I tried again, but besides the enthusiasm channeled through her passionate kisses, her response was basically void.

"Love," I murmured quietly between our heated smooches.

"Mm?" Lynn replied, the tenderness of her lips still on mine, inciting me into another tango with our mouths.

"Lynn," I managed after several moments as she readily and continuously enticed me, blatantly ignoring my distressed calls to collect her attention.

"Lynn, stop," I pleaded desperately, swiftly pulling away from her.

Examining the lack of so much as a twitch on her alarmed face as I pressed my fingers onto her sweet spot, my heart was tossed into an abyss. Intoxicated with pang, I reluctantly removed myself and slowly skimmed my palms up her hip, pausing as they arrived at her waist.

"I'm terribly sorry..." I whispered sympathetically, albeit bitten by an unforgiving sense of shame realizing only now the actual extent of the atrocities inflicted onto my poor girl.

Uncontrolled agony showered from her eyes, as I stared pitifully at them. The torment crept into my forlorn heart like the cold that seeped through the windows and it cringed, watching the pain that did not crawl but in fact charged in her direction.

Like the stampede of wildebeest murdering Mufasa, it severely destroyed her. Inside, outside, and altogether.

Tears gushed down her empty face, a broken dam too fast to restrain. Tremors ran around her weak frame, a nerve-wrecking shiver too tenacious to contain.