Forbidden Flames (Pt.4)
The world outside seemed distant, unreal. Every moment with him was like stepping into another dimension, where she was no longer the woman she used to be. He had awakened something within her—a primal need, a craving for more.
They moved through the night like shadows, meeting in secret, indulging in whispered confessions and stolen touches. He never asked for more than she was willing to give, yet somehow, she found herself surrendering more with each encounter. It was never enough.
“You think you’ve given in,” he murmured one evening, his breath hot against her ear. “But you’re only just beginning to understand.”
She shivered under his touch, feeling his hands explore her like they had all the time in the world. He had a way of breaking her apart and putting her back together in a way that left her breathless, aching for more.
Yet, a question lingered in the back of her mind—what happened when she had nothing left to give? When he had unlocked every hidden part of her? Would he still crave her the way she craved him?
Her body answered before her mind could. She belonged to the fire now, and there was no turning back.