His Possession

3: He's gone

"I kept falling, but I didn't know it was for you"

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As our lips meet, time appears to stand still. The world around us becomes insignificant as the intensity of the moment takes over. Our mouths move together with a blend of softness and urgency, exploring uncharted territory. The taste of him is a delightful mixture of warmth and subtle mint, awakening a hunger within me that I hadn't realised existed. In this stolen embrace, there is an undeniable chemistry that defies rational thought, captivating me with the intoxicating dance of our intertwined breaths.

As Blake's arms wrap around me, a surge of heat courses through my veins, stirring a mix of confusion and desire. The touch of his hands against the small of my back sends shivers down my spine, awakening sensations long forgotten. Instinctively, my body moulds against his, responding to the unspoken invitation conveyed through his gentle yet firm hold.

With each deepening of the kiss, the boundaries between us blur, and I find myself succumbing to the magnetic pull that draws us closer. His lips possess a mixture of confidence and tenderness, captivating me with their irresistible allure. Our shared desire quickens, fueled by a fire that blazes uncontrollably. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, mirroring the erratic rhythm of my own.

As time passes, uncertainty dissipates, replaced by a profound certainty that this connection holds a significance beyond mere chance. It feels as though the universe conspired to bring our paths together, weaving a tapestry of destiny that neither of us can resist. In this stolen moment, all inhibitions fade away, replaced by a profound sense of belonging and rightness.

His lips are a delicate balance of softness and masculinity, sending tingles throughout my body. It seems as though he has yearned for this moment, pouring years of pent-up desire into this electrifying kiss. Surprisingly, I find myself not complaining. There is an undeniable attraction between us that runs deeper than mere physical chemistry. It's quite perplexing, considering we've only just met.

But suddenly, reality snaps back, reminding me of the swiftness of our connection. We are practically strangers, and here we are, locked in a passionate embrace. It dawns on me that Blake might misinterpret this encounter, seeing me as a woman with loose morals. Panic sets in as I vehemently reject such an idea. I am a fiercely independent, intelligent, and organised woman, far from the shallow stereotype my current actions might imply. I should put an end to this kiss, tempting as it may be. However, the pleasure coursing through me makes it difficult to resist.

"I think we should stop," I manage to pull away, much to my dismay.

"Why? You were enjoying it, and I certainly was," he breathes out, his warm arms still embracing me.

"I was enj—uh, I mean, we barely know each other. Isn't this moving too fast?" I stumble over my words, trying to express my concerns.

Suddenly, his eyes darken, and the radiant smile that graced his face fades, replaced by a cold, distant expression. What just happened in this realm of uncertainty?

"You're right. I should leave," he retorts, his voice tinged with anger and a hint of rejection. But why would he feel rejected when we've only just met? The opposite gender can be so confusing, I swear.

"Wait, don't go," I interject, blocking his path to the door. "You're still injured. At least stay the night and leave in the morning, after you've rested."

"Please," I implore, my plea carrying an uncharacteristic tone of desperation. This boy has managed to unravel me, and we've only spent a mere half-hour together.

He lets out a sigh, his eyes searching mine as if trying to decipher my sincerity. Finally, he nods, agreeing to my request. A surge of relief washes over me, accompanied by an immense smile. "You won't regret it," I assure him.

Guiding him upstairs to the guest bedroom, I reach for the doorknob, ready to open the door, when I feel his hand gently enclosing mine, preventing me from turning it. Curiosity etches itself onto my face as I turn to face him.

He shakes his head slightly, stammering, "I want to sleep in your room."

Taken aback, my mouth slightly agape, I struggle to form a coherent response. His nervousness, charm, and allure are both adorable and enticing.

"Yeah, sure," I reply with a giggle, feeling my cheeks warm. He responds with a slight smile and a shake of his head.

As we make our way to my room, my nerves intensify. What if he finds fault with my room? What if he deems it too small or lacking in some way? My mind spirals into a whirlwind of anxious thoughts, and I can't help but feel like I'm overreacting.

Sensing my unease, Blake's warm hand gently clasps mine, his thumb tracing soothing circles in an attempt to calm me. I appreciate his gesture and blush in response. "Thanks," I murmur, feeling a mixture of gratitude and embarrassment.

He nods, his eyes filled with understanding. "If you're uncomfortable, I can always go and sleep in the guest room," he offers, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"No, it's fine," I assure him, attempting to dismiss my irrational fears. "I'm probably just being overly dramatic."

"Well, I think it's cute," he says, his words accompanied by the broadest smile I've ever seen him wear. My cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, and I quickly open the door to my bedroom. His soft chuckle trails behind me as I hastily enter the room, with him following closely.

"You have a beautiful room," Blake remarks, his eyes scanning the space. "It truly reflects your personality." His gaze lands on a photograph displayed on a shelf, and he reaches for it. "Who's this?" he asks, holding up the picture of my mom and brother, Alex.

A wave of sadness washes over me, and I whisper, trying to keep my voice steady, "It's my mom and my brother, Alex." I struggle to hold back tears threatening to spill over. "Hey, what's wrong?" Blake's concern is evident as soon as he notices my teary eyes.

"It's nothing. Nothing's wrong," I reply hastily, swiftly turning around to wipe away the tears that have escaped my control. "It's late. We should get some sleep."

Blake's hand gently cradles my chin, his touch both tender and reassuring. "You can tell me anything, you know," he says softly, his thumb brushing away the remnants of my tears. I hadn't even noticed him stepping closer.

Nodding, I manage a smile through my lingering sadness, aware of how dishevelled I must appear. Blake leans down, placing a tender kiss on my forehead. "Let's go to bed," he whispers, his voice filled with a comforting warmth.

With the flick of a switch, darkness engulfs the room as I settle into bed, finding comfort in its familiar embrace. "Are you just going to stand there?" I tease, looking over at Blake.

"Yeah, I mean... no, uh..." He stumbles over his words, caught off guard by my playful remark.

"Just get in," I tell him, my giggle echoing through the room as I tap the space beside me, inviting him to join.

"Goodnight, Blake," I say, my voice filled with a mix of anticipation and affection.

"Goodnight, my beautiful mate," he whispers, the tender words resonating in my ears as I settle into a state of tranquillity, my eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment. His presence brings me solace and contentment, soothing any lingering worries that may have clouded my mind.

In the stillness of the room, I surrender to the embrace of slumber, knowing that whatever tomorrow may bring, our paths have converged in a way that feels inexplicably right. As I drift off to sleep, a sense of trust and connection intertwines with my dreams, weaving a tapestry of possibilities.

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Their so cute!🥰🥺
Wondering what Blake meant by "mate". I guess you'll just need to keep reading to find out!(queue in evil laugh🙈😹)

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