Stay mine

"I'LL BE THE ONLY SKIN YOU'LL EVER NEED. I'm your beginning and your end."
he spat these words, anger flooding his voice, as he pressed me harder against the wall. I tried to push him away to create some space between us, but he was too determined. My kicks struck his shins without budging him and all I got in return was a low amused grunt that rolled against my forehead.
"Stop," he murmured.
His hands seized my wrists and pinned them above my head. I turned my face away.
"Look at me"
His hand closed around my jaw, his thumb stroking my lower lip with such slowness that he seemed to taste my resistance before devouring it. He turned my face toward his and pressed his pelvis against mine, as I felt the hardness of his desire through the fabric of our clothes. He held me tighter, sliding his thigh between mine, and I had to grip his chest to keep from collapsing under his weight.
Then he pressed his hand against my lips before whispering to me:
"Honey, you need to understand that even if I'm away, you are mine."
With these words, his other hand slid to my waist and gripped it tenderly.
"Your blood, your soul, your suffering. Everything is mine."
All I could do was tremble beneath his touch. Then he said to me:
"I'll cage you between my hands and my legs"

He was looking for refuge. He still has no idea what she was looking for. From Afrin, Adar exchanges messages with a French woman who gradually becomes his only anchor. When she offers him a home in France and the chance to start over, he accepts. But once he is with her, certain details begin to crack the reassuring image he had built of her. Beneath her kindness, he glimpses a woman more secretive, more unsettling than he had imagined. Adar should keep his distance. Yet the more elusive she becomes, the more he needs to understand her, even turning to those who know her best. Unaware of how far his curiosity has gone, she sees only his support, while Adar slowly sinks into a fascination he can no longer control.