The Kiss That Shouldn’t Happen
740 Words
The air didn’t feel the same anymore.
It was thicker.
Heavier.
Like something was about to snap.
Kael was still too close.
Too close for me to think straight.
Too close for my heart to behave.
His breath lingered against my ear, sending shivers down my spine, my fingers still trapped in his grip—steady, grounding, dangerous.
“Don’t lose control… when I’m even closer.”
My pulse went wild.
“Kael…” I whispered, barely able to form the word.
He didn’t move away.
Instead—
He moved closer.
My back instinctively shifted, but there was nowhere to go. His body boxed me in, his presence overwhelming in the best and worst way possible.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured.
“That’s your fault.”
A low, amused sound escaped him.
“Good.”
My breath hitched.
Good?!
“You’re impossible,” I said, but my voice lacked strength.
Because I wasn’t pushing him away.
Because part of me didn’t want to.
His hand slowly slid from mine… up my arm… leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
Every nerve in my body lit up.
“Focus,” he said softly.
“I was focused,” I argued weakly.
“Not anymore.”
His fingers brushed my chin.
And gently—
Too gently—
He tilted my face up.
My heart stopped.
His eyes dropped to my lips again.
And this time…
He didn’t look away.
Everything inside me stilled.
Even the shadows.
Even my thoughts.
Just him.
Just us.
“Tell me to stop,” he said quietly.
I should have.
I knew I should have.
But instead—
“I don’t want you to.”
The moment the words left my lips—
Something shifted in his expression.
Something darker.
Something more dangerous.
And then—
He kissed me.
Not like before.
Not hesitant.
Not testing.
This time—
It was slow.
Deep.
Claiming.
My breath vanished as his lips pressed against mine, firm and sure, sending heat rushing through me so fast it made me dizzy.
My fingers instinctively gripped his shirt, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.
Wrong.
This was so wrong.
But it felt—
Right.
His hand slid to my waist, pulling me fully against him as the kiss deepened, stronger now, hungrier, like he had been holding back and finally decided not to anymore.
The shadows around me flickered wildly.
Reacting.
Growing.
But I didn’t lose control.
Not this time.
Because of him.
Because I wasn’t afraid anymore.
When he finally pulled back—
I was breathless.
Completely.
Ruined.
His forehead rested lightly against mine.
“Now that,” he said quietly, voice rough, “is control.”
My heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst.
“That was not training,” I whispered.
His lips curved slightly.
“It worked, didn’t it?”
I should’ve been angry.
I should’ve walked away.
But instead—
I stayed.
And that terrified me more than anything.
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“Beautiful.”
The voice cut through the moment like a blade.
Cold.
Mocking.
Deadly.
Kael’s entire body went rigid instantly.
I turned—
And my stomach dropped.
Selene.
But she wasn’t alone.
Standing beside her was a man I had never seen before.
Tall.
Dark.
And wrong.
His presence felt…
Heavy.
Like the shadows inside me reacted to him in a way I didn’t understand.
“Enjoying your little training session?” Selene asked sweetly, her eyes burning with hatred.
Kael stepped slightly in front of me.
Protective.
Instant.
“Leave,” he said coldly.
But the man beside her just smiled.
Slow.
Predatory.
“Is this her?” he asked.
My chest tightened.
Selene’s smile widened.
“Yes,” she said softly.
“The low-born Luna… who thinks she belongs.”
The man’s eyes locked onto mine.
And something inside me—
Something ancient—
Moved.
Awakened.
Dangerously.
“Interesting,” he murmured.
Kael’s voice dropped to a deadly growl.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
The man didn’t even look at him.
Still staring at me.
“I’ve been looking for you,” he said.
My breath caught.
“What…?”
Selene’s smile turned cruel.
“Oh, Aria,” she whispered.
“You didn’t think your little secret power made you special…”
Her eyes darkened.
“…did you?”
The shadows around me pulsed.
Harder.
Stronger.
Unstable.
And for the first time—
Kael looked… worried.
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