The warmth of Daemond's embrace was a soothing balm to Mahnoor's frazzled emotions. As she rested against him, the gentle rise and fall of his breathing became a rhythmic comfort. However, as the minutes passed, the intensity of her feelings grew stronger, and the boundaries of their situation began to blur.
Unable to resist, Mahnoor let her lips trail down from Daemond's mouth to his neck. She kissed him softly, her lips brushing against his skin with a gentle, almost exploratory touch. Her kisses soon turned into delicate nips, her teeth grazing his neck in a way that was both tender and provocative.
Daemond's breath hitched, and he whispered her name in a soft, trembling voice. "Mahnoor…"
She didn't stop. The taste of his skin, the softness of his hair beneath her fingertips, and the intensity of the moment drove her actions. Her hand found its way to his hair, fingers tangling in the strands and tugging lightly. Her kisses became more fervent, her passion evident in every touch.
Daemond's initial surprise turned into a palpable tension. He pushed her back slightly, trying to create a bit of distance. But Mahnoor was determined. She held his face firmly in her hands and leaned in, capturing his lips in a forceful kiss. Her grip on his hair tightened, pulling him closer.
At first, Daemond seemed frozen, his body unresponsive as he struggled with the overwhelming mix of sensations. But then, after a few seconds, he began to kiss her back, albeit tentatively. The kiss was hesitant, filled with the confusion and conflict of emotions he was experiencing.
As their lips met, Mahnoor felt something unexpected. Her lips tasted saltiness mixed with the warmth of his tears. She pulled back slightly, her eyes wide with concern. Daemond's cheeks were wet, and tears streamed down his face, mingling with the moisture of their kiss.
"Daemond…" Mahnoor said, her voice trembling with regret. "I'm so sorry. I...I'll just leave before I do something further...really sorry, Daemond."
She quickly gathered her belongings, her heart pounding with a mix of guilt and confusion. She was about to make her way to the door when Daemond's voice broke through the room, sharp and filled with anguish.
"All I ever wanted was a friend, not a predator!" His voice cracked, the pain evident in every word. "I've only had one true friend till date...my boyfriend...who died in a car crash and left me alone! Now you're gonna prey on me and walk away?"
Mahnoor froze, her hand gripping the door handle. The rawness of Daemond's words cut through her like a knife. She turned slowly to face him, her eyes wide with both sorrow and self-conflict.
"I really want to make out with you right now," she said, her voice strained and trembling. "And that would be violating you. I'm in need and might hurt you… I… I don't know!"
Daemond looked at her, his eyes filled with a pleading desperation. "Fine! Kiss me! But don't leave me!"
Mahnoor's heart ached at his words. She hesitated for a moment, the internal battle waging within her. But the sincerity in Daemond's voice, the anguish she saw in his eyes, compelled her to set her belongings aside and walk back to him.
With a deep breath, she approached him again and gently laid down on the bed. She motioned for him to come closer, patting the space beside her. Daemond, his face still wet with tears, hesitated for a moment before he lowered himself next to her. She guided him to lean against her, her arms wrapping around him in a tender embrace.
As Daemond's body relaxed against hers, she began to kiss him again, her lips moving with a mix of tenderness and urgency. Her hands roamed his back, caressing him gently as she tried to offer comfort and solace. Daemond responded by shifting to be fully on top of her, his weight pressing down on her but with a gentleness that betrayed his conflicted emotions.
Their kisses deepened, becoming more passionate, as Daemond buried his face in her neck, his tears mingling with her skin. Mahnoor held him close, her hands running through his hair and tracing soothing patterns on his back. She whispered soft reassurances, her own emotions tangled with the intensity of the moment.
"I'm here," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "I'm here for you."
Daemond's breathing began to steady as he found solace in her embrace. He held onto her tightly, his own tears slowly subsiding. Mahnoor continued to stroke his hair and back, her heart aching for him. The bed beneath them became a cocoon of shared pain and unspoken comfort.
In that intimate space, surrounded by the softness of their emotions, both of them sought refuge from their respective worlds. For Mahnoor and Daemond, the boundaries of their relationship had blurred, but in that moment, the shared vulnerability and solace offered a strange kind of connection.