Fleeting romance
"Ah... Stop, Malik," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of ecstasy and resistance. Her involuntary moans cut through the darkness enveloping them. Her wrists were pinned against the sofa, and his lips traveled slowly across her neck, each kiss igniting a fiery desire within him.
"Did you think you could toy with my feelings and then simply flee?" he growled, his voice raspy with an intensity that even surprised him. His arm wrapped tightly around her, while she struggled to suppress her reactions, closing her eyes against the bittersweet torment of his kisses.
"What we had was nothing but a fleeting love," she murmured defiantly, her words fueling his need. He pressed his lips forcefully against hers, deepening the kiss as he explored her mouth with an insatiable hunger. Her lips were a forbidden delight, but she fought against him, knowing this was a mistake. As she pulled away, he reclaimed her lips, consumed by his obsession.
"Fleeting love?" he whispered urgently into her ear, tracing her skin and sending shivers down her spine. "I have your name engraved in my heart—your voice, your lips, our first night, every moment."
With a gentle move, he unclasped her bra, the straps falling beneath her top. "Forget me? I'm doing us both a favor. I have a life; you already have a fiancé—" Her words were silenced by his finger softly brushing her lips.
"It's already called off," he declared. "I will never let go of the gift that you are. You are mine, always and forever. No other man will ever have you, or he’ll face my wrath."
"What could possibly stop me if not death itself? I will never cease to chase and love you, my dearest wife," he vowed, tightening his embrace.
As her eyes widened, she realized the depth the obsession she had unknowingly nurtured. She pondered the chain of events leading her to this inevitable fate, a consequence of one small act of kindness spiraling into a consuming obsession.
