CHAPTER FIVE — Desire Against Danger
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For a long moment, neither of them moved.
Kian’s eyes burned into hers, dark and demanding, his presence filling the small room like a storm about to break. Adella felt the warmth radiating from him even before he took a step closer. The weight of Cassian’s revelation still clawed at her chest, but now another heat rose intense, unavoidable, consuming.
“Kian…” she breathed, her voice trembling despite herself.
He closed the space between them slowly, deliberately. His hands lifted, gentle at first, resting on her arms, holding them as if she might slip away. The pressure was grounding, but every brush of his fingers sent a shiver down her spine.
“You’re shaking,” he said softly.
“I’m fine,” she whispered, but her pulse betrayed her.
“You’re not,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower, rougher, and full of something feral.
He lifted her chin with one hand. Her gaze met his, and for a moment, the world contracted until it was just the two of them.
The way he looked at her made her breath catch. His dark eyes roamed her face with a hunger that went deeper than desire it was obsession. Her thighs pressed together, heat pooling low, and her body betrayed her calm words.
“Kian,” she whispered, a tremor in her lips. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“I don’t care,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I don’t care about anyone or anything in this room except you.”
Her heartbeat stuttered. The closeness, the danger, the heat it was all overwhelming.
He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his knuckles grazing her throat, sending fire shooting through her veins.
“You don’t belong to him,” he whispered.
Her breath caught, and she shook her head. “I don’t belong to anyone.”
“Good,” he murmured, his chest brushing hers, his body pressing in just enough to make her shiver. “Because I’m losing my mind wanting you.”
Her knees felt weak. She wanted to step back, to pull away, but every fiber of her body was drawn to him. She leaned into him before she realized it, her hands rising to his chest, fingers digging lightly into his shirt as if her body recognized its home.
His hand slid down her back to her hip, pulling her closer. Heat pooled low, molten, undeniable. Her breath came in shallow bursts as his thumb brushed the small of her back, tracing invisible lines that set her nerves on fire.
“Kian…” she whispered, but it was half plea, half surrender.
“Adella,” he breathed, his lips hovering dangerously close to hers, “I don’t want you because you’re in danger. I want you because you make me feel alive.”
Her pulse slammed. “I..I don’t know if I can…”
“You can,” he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. “Because I won’t let anyone hurt you. Not him. Not your father. Not anyone.”
His fingers tangled in her hair, brushing against the nape of her neck, and a soft groan escaped him. She could feel the tension in his body, the raw need. Heat pooled low in her, her body arching toward him without permission.
“I can’t… Kian, if someone sees”
“Let them,” he whispered, voice thick with desire and possessiveness. “I don’t care. No one touches you but me.”
Her lips parted. His gaze dropped to them, dark and hungry.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured.
She couldn’t. She didn’t want to.
His lips brushed the corner of hers close enough that her breath mingled with his. Not a kiss. Not yet. But the promise of one that made her pulse race and her body ache.
Footsteps. Fast. Coming down the corridor.
Kian froze.
Adella’s breath caught.
The handle of her door turned.
Her heart leapt. “Kian hide!”
He acted instantly, pressing her gently toward the balcony curtains. Instead of disappearing completely, he leaned into the shadows outside, ready for anything.
Cassian stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room with a predatory precision.
“You didn’t answer the first time I knocked,” he said, his tone sharp, controlled.
Adella forced her voice steady. “I was changing.”
Cassian’s gaze lingered too long. “I see.”
He moved closer, closer than was safe, inspecting the room. The shadows concealed Kian, but the tension in the air was palpable. Every muscle in Adella’s body screamed with need and fear.
Cassian reached the curtain. Lifted it slightly, peering in. But he didn’t see Kian. He muttered, “Nothing,” and let it fall back into place.
“Your father wants you to call him tomorrow. Early,” he said to Adella before leaving, the door clicking shut behind him.
Silence swallowed the room.
Kian stepped in, pressing close immediately, his chest warm against hers, his hands gripping her waist with quiet intensity.
“He touched you,” he growled.
“I’m fine,” she whispered, trembling.
“No,” he said, voice dark and low. “Not fine. Not when he thinks he owns you.”
Her hands rose instinctively, holding onto him, fingers curled into the back of his shirt. His lips brushed hers not a kiss, but close enough to make her shiver violently.
“One day soon,” he murmured, forehead resting against hers, “I’m going to take you away from here. And no one will ever touch you again.”
Her breath caught. His words, his closeness, the way his heat pressed into her… it was intoxicating.
“And when that day comes,” he whispered, lips brushing her ear, “I’ll make you forget fear… forget danger… forget everything except me.”
She leaned into him, body and soul, feeling the fire coil inside her. She didn’t need words. She didn’t need logic. She just needed him.
For the first time, she believed someone he was on her side. And she wanted him more than she’d ever imagined.
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