DESTINED LOVE lies and desires

His breaths were deep and uneven, pounding against her skin like waves during a storm. There was something about this moment, something he could never fully explain that always left him completely intoxicated. It wasn't just desire; it was the way she existed so quietly, yet with such power, in his world.

He loved watching her-how she struggled between surrendering and resisting, her lashes fluttering as if battling the urge to close her eyes. But he didn't want that. Not tonight.

She tried to look up at him, wanting to meet his gaze, to read his expression, but something held her back-something stronger than hesitation. That's when he smirked, knowing exactly what was happening within her.

Without warning, his lips brushed against hers-not gently, but with purpose. He captured her lower lip, sucked it lightly, then bit down just enough to make her gasp. Her eyes flew open, startled, questioning.

His voice, low and commanding, barely above a whisper, sent a shiver through her.

"Keep looking into my eyes..."

There was no space for defiance in his tone-only a quiet demand woven with need. His intense gaze held hers captive. She wanted to close her eyes, to retreat into the overwhelming sensations, but his eyes-those dark, unreadable eyes-had locked her in place.

She tried to resist, but every part of her was now responding to the gravity of his presence. Her breath quickened. His smirk deepened, satisfied by the way her control was unraveling. Her fingers curled into the sheets, her body tense, aching for release, but his every move was deliberate, pushing her to the edge and holding her there.

She was no longer in control.
She was at his mercy.
And strangely, that didn't scare her... it set her free.