One Shot Wonders Part 2

Forbidden Mate: Passion in the shadows pt 3

The moon hung low over the sprawling estate, its silvery light fracturing across the surface of the infinity pool like shattered glass on dark water. Elena slipped out of the French doors of her bedroom, her bare feet padding silently across the cool stone terrace. The night air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and chlorine, wrapping around her like a secretive embrace. She wore only a simple black one-piece swimsuit, chosen more for modesty than allure, but as she approached the pool's edge, a flush of rebellion warmed her skin. It was well past midnight, and the house was quiet, save for the distant hum of the estate's fountains. She needed this— a moment of solitude to clear her mind from the day's lectures and the unspoken tensions that had been building since she'd moved in. With a deep breath, she dipped a toe into the water, feeling the refreshing chill snake up her leg, and then she dove in, the liquid enveloping her body in a silken rush that muffled the world outside.

As she surfaced, pushing wet strands of hair from her face, a ripple disturbed the far end of the pool. Elena's heart skipped, her eyes scanning the shadows. There, emerging from the deeper water like a predator from the depths, was Damian. His broad shoulders cut through the surface, water cascading off his toned chest in glistening rivulets. He wore nothing but dark swim trunks that clung to his hips, revealing the defined lines of his abdomen and the faint, enigmatic tattoos that swirled across his skin—marks she'd only glimpsed before, now illuminated by the moonlight. His presence was overwhelming, a magnetic force that seemed to pull the air from her lungs. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked, his voice a low, velvety rumble that echoed across the water, carrying an undercurrent of amusement and something deeper, more primal.

Elena treaded water, her arms moving in slow, deliberate strokes to keep herself afloat, but it was his gaze that held her captive. Those piercing eyes, a shade of green that bordered on unearthly, locked onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. She tried to respond, to brush off the encounter with a casual remark, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she felt a strange pull, an invisible thread drawing her closer to him across the pool. The water lapped gently against her skin, cool and invigorating, yet her body betrayed her with a sudden warmth blooming in her core. Damian moved toward her with effortless grace, his powerful strokes barely disturbing the surface. As he closed the distance, she could smell the faint musk of his skin mixed with the chlorine, a heady combination that made her head swim. "I didn't expect anyone," she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper, though the proximity made it feel like a confession.

He stopped just inches away, the water between them charged with unspoken tension. Damian's hand broke the surface, his fingers brushing lightly against her arm, sending a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold. The touch was electric, his skin rough and warm against her slick flesh, tracing a path from her elbow to her shoulder with agonizing slowness. Elena's breath hitched, her body responding before her mind could catch up—the fine hairs on her nape stood on end, and a flush spread across her cheeks. He was so close now that she could see the flecks of gold in his irises, glowing faintly in the dim light, as if lit from within. "You shouldn't be out here alone," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that vibrated through her. Yet, there was no reprimand in his tone, only a possessive edge that made her toes curl beneath the water. His other hand found her waist, fingers splaying across the curve of her hip, pressing just enough to draw her nearer, the fabric of her swimsuit offering no barrier to the heat of his palm.

The revelation came in that suspended moment, as his thumb traced lazy circles on her skin, igniting a trail of fire that seeped into her muscles and bones. Damian's eyes darkened, the air around him seeming to thicken with an otherworldly energy, a subtle shift that made the night feel alive, pulsing with his presence. "Elena," he breathed, his lips hovering near hers, "there's more to me than you know." His words were a caress, but it was the way his aura enveloped her—like a warm shadow—that truly unsettled her. She could feel it now, a supernatural hum radiating from him, making her skin tingle and her heart race with a mix of fear and undeniable desire. Her hands, once treading water, instinctively reached out, gripping his shoulders for support, her fingers digging into the firm muscle as if to anchor herself. The water swayed around them, their bodies brushing in the gentle current, and she leaned in despite herself, drawn by the forbidden pull that had been simmering since their first stolen glance.

As their breaths mingled, hot and erratic in the cool night air, Damian's lips finally met hers in a kiss that was anything but tentative. It started as a soft exploration, his mouth pressing firmly yet tenderly against hers, tasting of salt and something wild, untamed. Elena's lips parted instinctively, a soft gasp escaping as his tongue delved deeper, coaxing hers into a dance that was both possessive and reverent. The sensation overwhelmed her—the wet glide of his tongue, the faint scrape of his teeth against her lower lip, the way his hands roamed her back, pulling her flush against his chest. Water sloshed between them, heightening every touch, every press of their bodies. Her n*****s hardened against the thin fabric of her swimsuit, brushing against his bare skin in a way that sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core, making her thighs clench underwater. Damian's grip tightened, one hand sliding to cup the back of her neck, his fingers threading through her wet hair as he deepened the kiss, his breaths growing ragged, mirroring her own mounting arousal. Yet, he held back, savoring the moment, as if unwilling to rush the unraveling of their shared secret.