Krimson's P.O.V Before I could get up from the floor, Lilac's hand reached out, cupping my cheeks with both hands, and pulled me toward her, crashing her lips into mine. In that fleeting moment, time stood still, and the world around us faded into a blur. The air crackled with electricity, charged with an unspoken desire that seemed to envelop us both. I could feel the heat of Lilac's body so close to mine, the air tinged with the subtle scent of her perfume. Our breaths mingled, creating a delicate dance of anticipation, as if the universe held its breath as we did, too. With a tender hesitation, I reached out and gently brushed my fingers against her cheek, savoring the softness of her skin. The touch ignited a spark within me, a flame that danced and swirled, consuming any remnants of doubt I had left. She moved her lips against mine, a tantalizing sensation that sent shivers down my spine. Lilac's eyes were fluttered closed, her lashes casting de
Krimson's P.O.V "Goddammit…" I muttered, unable to help myself. "W-what's wrong—?" she began to ask, letting go of my finger as she started to look worried, but I cut her off by capturing her lips in yet another kiss. She didn't protest and melted into my mouth, into my touch. When we finally broke it off, we were both gasping. "I need you, Lilac." I panted, looking into her eyes. "God, I need to get inside you, Lilac. I don't think I can hold back anymore." "Do it," she said, her confidence shocking me yet again. "I need you inside me too." That did it. I got off the bed, unbuckling my pants in the process. Her eyes never left me as I pulled down my pants, along with my underwear and kicked them aside, exposing myself completely to her eyes. "Oh my…" she sighed, her eyes locked onto my shaft. She sat up on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch me, making shivers run up my spine. "You're huge…" She looked up into my eyes. I l
Krimson's P.O.V The sound of my phone vibrating on the side table woke me up from my slumber. I opened my eyes with some difficulty, but when I felt the soft texture of Lilac's skin under my hands, I let out a sigh of relief. She was still here. She didn't leave. Her body was turned away from me while I spooned her from behind and no matter how much my fingers tingled to run them over the lush curves of her body, I held myself back, not wanting to wake her up. Lilac looked peaceful… Instead, I kissed her shoulders, and slowly got up from the bed, despite wanting to wrap my arms around her tightly because somewhere in the pit of my stomach, I could feel dread settle in. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, even after last night… she was going to regret the spur of the moment decision she made and we might be back to square one…but being able to hold her close for one more night…trying to apologize to her…it was a start. I picked up my cell phone f
Lilac's P.O.V "Think twice before trusting anyone around you. Someone wants something from you, Lilac. I have a feeling that there are more to the shadows than what meets the eye. And until we find out what they want…be careful of anything and everything." I felt a shiver crawl down my spine as Krimson's warning echoed through my mind like an ominous whisper in the darkness. His words, tinged with urgency and caution, stirred a sense of unease within me, causing my heart to quicken its pace. I couldn't shake off the feeling that danger lurked nearby, unseen yet palpable. But Del, how could I suspect him? He had been more than just a companion; he was my ally in the darkest of times. The thought of doubting him clawed at my heart, twisting the once unwavering trust I held for him. But to imagine that Del wanted to hurt me was an even bigger dilemma. I couldn't fathom the idea of Del harboring any ill intentions. His smile, genuine and comforting, replay
Lilac's P.O.V The transition to Krimson's new mansion was nothing short of a whirlwind. The grandeur of the estate was breathtaking, its opulence evident in every corner. I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer magnificence of the place as I stepped through its ornate doors, my senses inundated by the lavish surroundings. It was a stark contrast to the quaintness of my previous home, yet the beauty didn't distract me from the tension simmering beneath the surface. "Where's my room?" I asked him as I brought in my suitcases. I was hoping he would guide me to my room as soon as I entered, but when he hesitated for a bit, I knew that there was something more to his request of moving in that was far out of my comfort zone. "I was hoping that you would stay in my room…with me." His request was steeped in a history I couldn't ignore, a history rife with pain and betrayal. "I can't," my voice was soft but firm as I refused, my gaze steady despite th
Krimson's P.O.V As I stood there, watching Lilac walk away, a heavy knot twisted in my chest. Her departure left an ache that seemed to deepen with each step she took, moving farther away from me. The turmoil within me felt like a storm raging, pulling me in conflicting directions. Her questions lingered in my mind, echoing with a weight I couldn't shake off. I knew I had been acting like a jerk towards her, and it gnawed at me. But it wasn't solely about her or our interactions. No, it was tangled with a web of emotions, an intricate mess that I couldn't easily unravel. Harmona, her memory, had a hold on me that I struggled to break free from. It felt like a betrayal to her, to the love we shared, to let myself grow close to Lilac. How could I move on when Harmona's presence lingered so vividly within me? Yet, despite the turmoil and the guilt, I couldn't deny the pull Lilac had on me. She was a beacon of light in the midst of my darkness, her presence soothing
Lilac's P.O.V I arrived at Silver's condo feeling emotionally drained, my thoughts tangled in a mess of feelings and confusion. The weight of the argument with Krimson lingered, the sharp words and unresolved tension echoing in my mind. It was one of those nights where being alone in my own space felt unbearable, and Silver's presence always brought a sense of comfort. As she opened the door, her expression shifted from surprise to concern upon seeing me. Silver was quick to invite me in, sensing something was off without needing to ask. Her place had this serene aura, a soothing blend of colors and warmth that immediately put me at ease. Entering her cozy abode felt like stepping into a haven—a haven adorned with flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. The air was fragrant with the scent of lavender, lending a soothing ambiance to the surroundings. Silver guided me to a comfortable room, ensuring that I had everything I needed. The weariness that
Krimson's P.O.V As the night deepens and the moon ascends, casting its pale glow over the landscape, my worry for Lilac grew like an insistent shadow. The quiet hours stretch on, and with each passing minute, my concern intensifies. I've paced back and forth countless times, glancing out of the window to catch any sign of her return. Yet, there's only the serene moonlight dancing on the trees, and Lilac was nowhere in sight. It was hard not to feel a pang of guilt gnawing at me. I know she was upset, angry even, when she left earlier. We had a disagreement—a clash of opinions that escalated more than I anticipated. I never meant for her to storm off, but emotions were running high, and words can cut deeper than intended. Still, amidst the heat of our argument, she made it clear that despite her anger, she wouldn't jeopardize her safety. She promised to be back by nightfall. Lilac was independent and resilient, no doubt. But as the night wears on, my mind conjure