Chapter 23: The Night We Passionately Kissed
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Ryker’s POV
The moon was fuller than usual and glowing, and I could tell it was watching us.
We stood facing each other in silence, but this time, not inside the house in the study or living room; we were in the garden behind Alpha's house. Surrounding us were different wildflowers, though we had other company. We were also surrounded by uncountable damn emotions, and I had no idea what to do with them.
Lucy glanced up at me.
Her expression did not show fear, nor did it show anger.
She was just there, more beautiful than ever, barefooted before me. Her hair was messy, and her beauty was something to study. Her lips parted adequately as if it was inviting me to devour them. I watched her attractive, messy hair and didn't know which was messier, her or my heart. Even my sanity wasn't guaranteed again by just seeing her.
I had no idea how long I could hold on before finally slipping.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She nodded like it was normal to just nod, but her eyes were saying otherwise, saying something more and deep. Her breath hitched immediately. I took a few steps closer to her.
“Say something to me, anything,” she whispered softly.
"I noticed words alone don’t work again around you.”
She let out a soft laugh, but it quickly melted the moment I reached out, pulled her to myself, caressed her, and brushed her cheek.
She didn’t even do as much as flinch.
She leaned in unexpectedly, surprising me at the gesture.
Our mouths were just a few inches away from devouring each other. We were so close that I feared ever going back, and I feared I would be able to abide by the rules of the contract. My breath was shaky and warm, and so was hers.
“You should stop staring at me that way, ” I murmured.
“Why not? There's nothing wrong with the way I look at you?”
“Because I might, for reasons,, have no explanations to do something I can’t undo.”
Her eyes locked seductively with mine. “Have you ever stopped to think maybe I might want you to do those things to...”
I didn’t wait for her to complete the sentence, as I immediately crushed my mouth against hers with a sense of urgency.
And she acted almost immediately in kissing me back.
No hesitation was involved; neither were there games or even batters.
Just passionate lips moving together, heated to perfection, hands roaming in adventure, moans filling the garden, and I could swear I saw the stars spinning.
One of my hands never left her waist, circling and supporting her weight, while the other worked the magic with tracing patterns. She kept pulling herself closer like she would die if she didn't get enough of me. Her hands were on my hair, tangled like her support system.
And as for me? I was no more sane, I was already drowning in her.
From her taste to the way she touched me, even down to her soft gasps, all sent me to realms I knew nothing about.
Everything in her, her body, her heart, was all mine.
And funny enough, I wanted more than just answering names.
I so much wanted more of her; I longed for her heart.
But then, my mind kept telling me that I was doing the wrong thing, kept preaching to me to stop, and when I was about to lose control of everything, I was about to do the unthinkable.
I stopped all of a sudden.
I pulled back without thinking.
She blinked in confusion. “Why did you stop all of a sudden?”
“Because I don't want to…” I swallowed, not knowing the perfect answer to escape the question. “You’re pregnant with my babies.”
She raised her brows, still awaiting an answer.
“So, what has that got to do with kissing me?”
“So, I was thinking out loud, and it occurred to me, maybe you’re not doing this with a clear mind. Maybe it has something to do with hormones. Maybe you don't like me enough to want to kiss me.”
She stood like a statue, staring at me like I grew a horn and slapped her.
“Oh, that,” she muttered coldly.
“Lucy, I...”
“No, it’s fine, you don't have to explain,” she cut me off, not waiting to hear whatever I had as an explanation. “Your mind is telling you the reason I gave in to kissing you was because of the baby.”
“I don’t even know how to handle this now; what exactly should I do to make things better."
She laughed but in a bitter way. “You want me, but not in a certain way, then kissed me without permission. Then you go out of your way acting up and putting it all on me, and I’m confused.”
“I am not normal again; I'm confused!” I snapped angrily. You are making things worse; your presence alone isn't helping me but making me vulnerable to feelings I shouldn't have as an alpha!"
“You think you’re on this alone, seeing yourself as the victim, the only one who's messed up mentally and emotionally?” Her voice raised a little.“You think I wanted any of these for myself?"
I looked at her and saw how glossy her eyes had become. She was severely hurt by what I did; she expected more, and that alone killed me.
But I still didn't try to say anything about it again.
Because the truth still remains that I was terrified.
I was scared that I might become entangled with her if I kissed her one more time, scared I might never leave her but would make her my addiction.
I wasn’t ready and didn't want to reach that point in my life again.
At least not yet.
She quietly turned to take her leave.
“Lucy, I...”
She paused to hear my voice.
“I honestly wanted that kiss from you.”
She remained adamant about not listening. “Could’ve succeeded in fooling me again.”
Then she turned and left me standing under the glowing light of the moon.
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