His dark voice trails down her spine, lighting a path of desire that renders her breathless. "If only I were in a position of no consequence."
Alia's breath wavers when the pad of his thumb slowly glides across her bottom lip.
"Then I could give in...
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"Men go to far greater lengths to avoid what they fear than to obtain what they desire." - Dan Brown
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Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Valen barges into the en-suite of his bedroom and stares at his wide-eyed reflection in the mirror. With his hands gripping the curved ceramic edge of the sink, he takes deep breaths to try and calm his vivid mind. Heat rises up his chest and neck, hands beginning to shake from the overwhelming need growing inside of him.
When Alia began eating the steak, Valen felt something he can't even begin to describe. He stood over her as he waited. But when she took that first bite, all he could see was his hand grabbing her neck, and then his lips on hers. An illusion, taunting him as his breaths grew heavy with desire. He tried to straighten himself, and he even took a step away from the girl, but it took over his mind in every way possible.
And then the illusion progressed.
He saw Alia's legs wrapping around his waist; his body on top of hers; his mouth at her neck; and him fucking her until the only thing she could moan was his name.
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Alia trudges up the stairs with half-lidded eyes, replaying Valen's abrupt departure from the kitchen earlier. After he left, Alia wondered if something was wrong, but then she realised he was probably tired. Which is understandable because even she wants to get into bed and sleep the rest of the morning away.
Arriving at the door to the bedroom she woke up in, Alia glances over her shoulder at the closed door behind her. Light peeks through the gap underneath, but not a sound comes from within. For a moment, Alia wonders if Valen's sleeping, but then she remembers the light's on.
Her hands become tense, the desire to walk into his room and kiss him filling her mind. But she can't touch him. Not when she knows it'll hurt him.
So she turns back to her room and steps inside, gently closing the door behind her.
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