chapter 13: A Dangerous Desire
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– A Dangerous Desire
Adrian didn’t hesitate.
His arms wrapped around Emma’s waist, pulling her against him as his lips moved against hers with slow, burning intensity.
Emma felt it everywhere.
The warmth of his hands on her skin.
The soft, teasing brush of his tongue against her bottom lip.
The way he held her—as if she belonged to him.
A shiver ran down her spine.
She should pull away.
She should stop this.
But when his grip tightened, when his fingers traced circles against the small of her back, Emma’s restraint crumbled.
She melted into him.
A soft sound escaped her lips—one Adrian definitely heard because his grip on her tightened.
“You don’t hate this,” he murmured against her lips, his voice husky.
Emma’s hands clenched the fabric of his shirt. She didn’t want to answer.
Because he was right.
Adrian exhaled a sharp breath before suddenly lifting her off her feet.
“Adrian—!” she gasped as he carried her toward the bed.
Before she could protest, they were falling.
Adrian pinned her against the mattress, his body hovering over hers, his eyes filled with a dangerous mix of desire and restraint.
Emma’s chest rose and fell rapidly.
Adrian’s fingers traced her jaw, tilting her face upward. “Do you want me to stop?”
She should say yes.
She should.
But her lips parted, and instead of saying stop…
She whispered, “No.”
A slow, dark smile spread across Adrian’s lips. “Good.”
And then—he kissed her again.
But this time, it was different.
Deeper. Slower.
His fingers traced down her arm, making her shiver. His lips moved to her jaw, leaving a trail of heat as he teased her skin.
Emma’s heart raced.
This was dangerous.
This was wrong.
But it felt so right.
Why did it feel so right?
Adrian’s lips brushed against her ear. “You belong to me, Emma.”
Her breath hitched.
She knew she should fight it.
But the way his lips pressed against her skin, the way his body fit against hers, the way his voice sent shivers through her—
She didn’t want to fight it.
Not tonight.
And as Adrian kissed her again, deeper this time, Emma knew…
There was no going back.
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Bound by Fate
Emma stirred.
The warmth around her was unfamiliar, heavy, and undeniably masculine.
As her consciousness slowly returned, she felt the steady rise and fall of a strong chest beneath her cheek. A deep heartbeat. A steady rhythm. Too steady. Too perfect.
Her fingers twitched against smooth fabric. His shirt.
And then it hit her.
Last night.
The kiss.
The way Adrian held her.
The way she let him.
A sharp inhale left her lips. She froze.
Adrian’s arm was draped over her waist, pinning her against him as if he refused to let her go.
Emma’s breath hitched.
She needed to move.
But before she could, Adrian’s grip tightened.
“Trying to run, little lamb?” His voice, deep and husky from sleep, sent a shiver down her spine.
Emma tensed. “I—”
Adrian shifted, pulling her even closer. His lips brushed against her temple, his breath warm against her skin.
“You’re mine.”
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
She should fight this.
But her body? It betrayed her.
She melted against him.
Her fingers curled into the sheets, desperate to ignore the heat pooling in her stomach. Why did he affect her like this?
Adrian’s hand slid along her back, his touch almost possessive. “Do you want me to stop?”
Yes.
No.
Emma shut her eyes. Why was it so hard to think around him?
And then, as if sensing her inner struggle, Adrian suddenly rolled on top of her, caging her beneath his weight.
Her breath caught.
His eyes burned into hers—dark, intense, filled with something dangerous.
“You feel it, don’t you?” His fingers brushed along her jaw. “The pull.”
Emma swallowed hard. “What are you talking about?”
Adrian exhaled slowly. “You were never meant to resist me, Emma.”
What?
Her pulse raced.
He lifted her hand, pressing her palm against his chest—right over his heart. It beat steady. Too steady.
Not human.
Emma’s eyes widened.
Adrian leaned in, his lips just inches from hers. “You and I are bound.”
Emma’s mind spun. Bound?
She tried to move, but he didn’t let her.
“Fate tied us together the moment you were born,” Adrian murmured, his voice silk and steel.
Emma’s breath came shaky. “That’s not possible.”
Adrian’s eyes darkened. “It is. And that’s why you can’t resist me, little lamb.”
Her body trembled beneath his.
Adrian dipped his head, his lips brushing dangerously close to hers.
“Your soul belongs to me.”
Emma’s heart stopped.
And in that moment, she knew—
There was no escaping him.
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A Glimpse of the Truth
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting golden light across the room.
Emma’s mind was still spinning from Adrian’s words.
Bound together.
Fate.
Her soul… belonging to him.
It sounded insane.
And yet, as she lay beneath him, feeling the heat of his body and the undeniable pull between them, she couldn’t deny one thing.
She felt it too.
But why?
Emma licked her lips, her voice shaky. “What do you mean I was never meant to resist you?”
Adrian’s gaze darkened. “I mean, you and I are connected in ways you can’t begin to understand.”
He sat up, finally giving her space to breathe, but his intense presence still lingered.
“Look,” he muttered, lifting his hand.
Emma’s eyes widened as black shadows curled around his fingers like living smoke. They shifted, forming patterns, twisting and flickering like fire.
Unnatural.
Emma scooted back. “What… what are you?”
Adrian smirked, his golden eyes flashing. “Not human, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Emma’s breath hitched. She had already known that—deep down.
Adrian watched her reaction carefully. “You don’t remember, do you?”
Her brows furrowed. “Remember what?”
He sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “We’ve met before, Emma. Long before you were brought into this life.”
Her stomach dropped.
No. That wasn’t possible.
Emma shook her head. “I would remember meeting a man like you.”
Adrian chuckled darkly. “Not if the memory was taken from you.”
Emma’s pulse quickened. What was he saying? That they knew each other before? That something erased her memories?
Adrian leaned in, his fingers brushing along her collarbone, sending shivers through her. “You were mine, long before you were ever born into this world.”
Her breath caught.
This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real.
And yet, something deep inside her stirred.
A distant feeling. Like something buried. Forgotten.
Adrian smirked. “You feel it, don’t you?”
Emma’s body tensed. She wouldn’t answer that.
She couldn’t.
Instead, she did the only thing that made sense—she threw the blanket off her and bolted for the door.
Adrian chuckled. “Running won’t change what’s already been decided, little lamb.”
But Emma didn’t stop.
She rushed down the hall, her heart hammering. She needed to clear her head.
But just as she reached the grand staircase—
“Emma?”
She nearly crashed into Bella.
Her best friend stood there, arms crossed, eyes narrowing. “Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
Emma opened her mouth, but no words came out.
How was she supposed to explain this?
That the man she had kissed last night claimed to be her fate?
That he wasn’t even human?
Bella gave her a pointed look before glancing at Adrian, who had appeared far too casually at the top of the stairs.
A knowing smirk tugged at her lips. “Wait… Did you two…?”
Emma’s face flushed. “No!”
Adrian chuckled behind her. “Not yet.”
Bella’s grin widened. “Oh, I need details. Lots of details.”
Emma groaned, pressing her hands against her face.
Adrian strolled past them, heading toward the dining hall. “Come on, ladies. Breakfast is waiting.”
Emma’s stomach grumbled at the mention of food, and Bella snickered.
“See? Even your stomach wants to stay.”
Emma shot her a glare. She was not staying.
At least… that’s what she kept telling herself.
But as they sat down for breakfast, as Bella talked about her latest work drama, and as Adrian silently sipped his coffee with a smirk, Emma couldn’t shake the feeling.
Something had changed.
Something big.
And no matter how much she wanted to fight it—
She wasn’t sure if she could.
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