Kael began kissing Esme's neck aggressively as his hands wrapped her small neck, he kissed her right below her ear, this gave her tingles.
On seeing how his touches affected Esme, he moved back…studying her expression, Esme's eyes pleaded for more and Kael could see it even though she said no words.
The next moment Esme felt herself being lifted from the floor, in Kael's arms
So roughly, her on the bed causing Esme to let out a yelp as her brows twitched in an unknown feeling.
Kael tore off his shirt from his body, leaning in to lick and taste all sides of Esme, she was so sweet on his tongue, her scent intoxicating, he wanted to consume her, to have the whole of her, have her all to himself and nobody else.
He grabbed her cheek, digging his fingers in her skin, kissing her with hunger, desires.
Tears rolled down Esme's eyes, not because she felt bad….but because the pain his aggression caused brought a weird type of pleasure to her, it made her ache down there as she shut her eyes, filled with the urge.
Esme, as mush as her body wanted for this to continue soon regained herself 'what on earth am I doing ?' She screamed in her head, using her hands on his chest to stop his movements….they both lock eyes "p…please stop" Esme mutters
Kael froze at her words, his heavy breaths mingling with hers as he stared down at her. His grip on her face loosened slightly, but his eyes remained dark, filled with something raw and unreadable.
Esme's chest rose and fell rapidly, her fingers still pressed against his bare chest, trembling slightly. The heat between them was unbearable, suffocating, and yet, she had stopped him. She had to.
Kael let out a slow exhale, his jaw tightening as he searched her face for an explanation—was it fear? Hesitation? Or was she playing another game?
His hand, which had been wrapped around her waist, slid away, leaving behind a burning trail of heat. He sat back slightly, running a frustrated hand through his hair as his intense gaze never left her.
"Why?" His voice was low, raspy.
Esme swallowed, feeling her throat go dry. She had no answer. Or rather, she had too many, all tangled in confusion. She wasn't supposed to feel this way. She wasn't supposed to want him this much.
Kael reached out again, this time with deliberate slowness, his fingers tracing the outline of her jaw. "You push and pull, Esme," he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost dangerous. "You act like you want to be devoured, and the moment I do, you run."
Esme turned her face away, avoiding his piercing gaze. "This isn't real," she whispered, more to herself than to him. "None of this is real."
Kael let out a low chuckle, though there was no humor in it. "Isn't it?" he challenged. "Because it sure as hell feels real to me."
His words sent a shiver down Esme's spine, but she refused to look at him. She was afraid that if she did, she would fall—fall into something she couldn't escape.
Kael exhaled sharply and pushed himself off the bed, reaching for his discarded shirt. He tugged it over his head, the muscles in his arms flexing with tension.
"Fine," he said, his voice clipped. "I won't touch you again."
Esme's heart clenched at the cold finality in his tone. She should have felt relieved. But why did it feel like she had just lost something?
Kael turned his back to her, his posture rigid. "Go to sleep, Esme," he muttered
Kael turned away, his voice cold and final. "Go to sleep, Esme."
Esme exhaled, feeling the tension still crackling in the air between them. She hesitated for a moment before deciding that staying in the same space with him, especially after what just happened, was impossible. She had to leave.
She slowly swung her legs over the bed, ready to stand and head for the door. But before she could take a single step, a firm grip closed around her wrist.
Kael stopped her.
"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was sharp, leaving no room for discussion.
"To my room," Esme answered, her voice quieter than she intended.
Kael turned to face her, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an unreadable intensity. "You don't have a room anymore."
Esme blinked, taken aback. "What?"
Kael's grip on her wrist tightened just slightly, his jaw clenching. "You're my wife now. There's no need for separate rooms."
Her heart skipped a beat. Same room? Same bed? Every night?
"No…" she shook her head, attempting to pull her wrist free. "There's no need for that."
Kael, unmoved by her refusal, leaned in slightly, his voice dropping lower. "I didn't tell you because you have a say, Esme." His expression was firm, unwavering. "From now on, you sleep here. And that's it."
Before she could protest further, Kael pulled her back toward the bed, forcing her to sit. His grip was unyielding, his authority absolute.
Her breath hitched as she stared up at him, her pulse racing. He bent down, his fingers grazing her arm as he grabbed the blanket and tucked it around her, his movements surprisingly gentle despite the dominance in his words.
"Sleep," he ordered, standing back up.
Esme swallowed hard, staring at him in disbelief. He turned away again, this time heading toward the other side of the bed.
She was trapped. There was no running from him now.
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