Sacrifice Of Love

ChapterFive:

Chapter Five

Pamela's POV

A Night of Passion

The night was a blur of passion and heat, stars twinkling above me as Wilfred led me to his sleek black car. I should have known better. I should have insisted on going home. But with the wine coursing through my veins and his touch firing something in me that hadn't been fired in years, I was caught up in the moment.

We drove in silence, the lights of the city flickering beside me as my head spun with everything that had happened. I just stared out of the window, trying to steady my heartbeat. His hand brushed mine on the center console, and a shiver ran down my spine.

"You alright, Pamela?" he asked softly, but it carried weight that flipped my stomach.

"I'm. fine," I whispered, even as my mind was anything but fine. It was reeling, my thoughts tangled in a mess of excitement and confusion and undeniable attraction. "I'm just. it's been a long night."

Wilfred pulled into a driveway, and my breath caught in my throat. His mansion was huge, even in the dark, illuminated by soft outdoor lights. I couldn't believe it. What was I doing?

He turned to me now, that magnetic smile blazed. "Come inside. Just for a minute. I won't pressure you. I swear it."

I must have looked hesitant, but this pull was decidedly too hard to resist. "Okay," I breathed, following his lead.

As we entered, the house wrapped itself around me, heavily perfumed with the scents of mahogany and leather. It was all too surreal. He handed me a refill of my wine, and I sipped it nervously, praying the alcohol would take some of the sharp edges off my anxiety.

Wilfred's eyes didn't leave mine, piercing into me. "You're beautiful, Pamela. I hope you know that.

I swallowed hard, my heart galloping in my chest. "I honestly don't know what you see in me," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "I see everything in you," he said in that low husky tone.

I wanted to reply to him but before then, he kissed me-soft and tentative, then deeper, more urgent. My body reacted instinctively as every nerve came alive in a melting surrender into his arms. Those fleeting apprehensions and doubts that had tormented me now in the night dissipated with the heat from his touch.

And night spiralled even deeper, each kiss like the last. We moved through the house together, and outside, the world fell completely away. My hands found his shirt buttons; his hands found my waist, his touch guiding tenderly, sending my head spinning.

We barely made it to the bed. Clothes were cast aside without a second thought, and the next thing that registered, we were entangled in a bed linen cage, the pure mass of him pressed against me. The chemistry between us was electric, undeniable. I could feel the weight of that moment-the vulnerability, passion, and desire-end.

Wilfred's lips trailed down my neck, sending his hot breath dancing across my skin. "Are you sure about this?" he whispered, the words shaking with emotion.

I nodded, not having breathed. "Yes," I whispered back, tugging him closer with eager hands.

We gave in to the moment with no words whatsoever. No thought of tomorrow, of consequence, just the two of us lost into each other. The world outside went away, and for the first time in so long, I let go of everything: I let myself be vulnerable, and so did he.

Always collected, always so controlled, never in a situation to lose his control. He let his guard down. I saw the manner in which he looked at me-unprotected, weak in so many ways I did not expect from him. So gentle, his touch was, so insistent; his body moved against mine flawlessly. We lost ourselves in each other and forgot the world outside this room.

The heat between us quickly built, and the instance that we crossed that invisible line, it was almost like I could feel the shift. The world melted away, replaced by pure, unadulterated passion between us. We didn't stop, not once, until we were both breathless, our bodies spent, tangled in the sheets.

Lying there afterwards, it didn't take long for reality to begin seeping back in. The weight of all that I had been avoiding weighed upon me once more. Shouldn't have done it. Wilfred was out of my league. A mistake.

He fell asleep beside me, his breathing slowing and evening out into soft, regular gasps, his arm over my waist lax. I stared up at the ceiling, my head racing. What had I done? I didn't belong here. I didn't belong to him.

I couldn't stay.

I slid silently out of bed and gathered my clothes, throwing them on quickly. My hands shook, my heart racing in my chest as I crept from the bedroom. Wilfred stirred slightly but remained asleep, allowing me just the window of opportunity I needed to make my escape.

I found my way out of the mansion as quietly as I could. Still ringing in my ears were the echoes of our night together. He slaps me with coldness, and I hadn't even thought of how to get home.

But I couldn't stay there. I had to go.

I started to walk, the cobblestone streets seeming to harden with every step under my feet. I felt the burning of tears in my eyes but blinked them away. I would not cry. Not now. I had made my decision.

Wilfred would wake and find me gone. Perhaps he'd feel relieved. Maybe he'd understand why I had to leave. I didn't want to think about it.

All I knew was to run before the fantasy unraveled and reality noisily crashed around me.

By the first light of the sun, I was miles away from the mansion, cast back into the cruel world where men like Wilfred didn't fall in love with women like me.