CHAPTER 333: GOODBYE SEX(2)

"I love you!" he opened his mouth to say again, his voice breaking the silence with an intensity that surprised Violet. Her heart thumped violently in her chest, each beat echoing as if it wanted to betray her calm facade. She couldn’t respond—not with words—her lips parted slightly, but nothing came. Their eyes remained locked, unyielding, and in that silence, something raw stirred between them.

Instead of a reply, tears welled in her eyes, trembling on the brink of spilling. She wanted to weep, though she couldn’t quite understand why—whether from fear, happiness, or the overwhelming weight of his words. Cain, however, only chuckled softly, his lips curving into a smile that carried both tenderness and mischief.

"I didn’t think it was possible," he continued, his tone softer now, almost reverent, "but I can’t imagine a world where you’re not with me."

At that, Violet’s tears could no longer be contained. They brimmed, shimmering, threatening to pour down her cheeks. Her body trembled, her chest rising with uneven breaths. He leaned closer, brushing his lips against her temple.

"I should be making you feel pleasure, not weep," he whispered, kissing the corners of her eyes as if sealing away her tears. His voice was low, almost a growl, right before he thrust deeper into her, drawing a sharp gasp from her throat.

At first his movements were slow, deliberate—each one making her shudder—but soon, control slipped. Violet couldn’t keep her moans restrained; they spilled from her lips, unsteady and desperate. Her legs quivered with the sheer rush of sensation, her body unable to deny how much she wanted him.

It didn’t help that, tonight, for some reason, the desire between them burned hotter than usual. She clutched him tightly, her lips pressed against his, refusing to let go. Cain held her firmly by the waist, his thrusts quickening, relentless, as they both lost themselves in the storm of their bodies.

It was intense—blinding—until nothing else mattered. Not the world. Not the fears that haunted them. Only the searing contact of skin against skin, and the raw, unspoken promise hidden in their gasps and moans.

Violet’s legs parted wider, welcoming him deeper as she felt the build of his release. With one final thrust he groaned against her neck, unleashing into her, making her entire body tremble under the force of it. His teeth grazed her skin, sharp and dangerous. Yet instead of recoiling, Violet leaned into him, almost begging him with her body to bite.

And he did. His fangs pierced lightly into the side of her neck, a sting mingling with the flood of pleasure. Her moan was unrestrained, mouth open, her hands clutching his shoulders as his thrusts slowed but remained powerful, each one reverberating through her.

After, neither of them wanted to let go. They clung to each other, exploring one another’s bodies with tender, desperate touches as though the world might end if they separated. When exhaustion finally pulled them down, they lay tangled in the sheets, Violet’s legs too weak to move. Cain’s satisfied expression softened into a rare smile that seemed etched permanently on his lips. His arms wrapped around her like iron bands, holding her as though nothing could take her away.

Later, Cain insisted on helping her bathe. Violet barely lifted a hand as he washed her, his touches alternating between gentle care and lingering desire. He dried her off with patience, dressed her, and only then did they retreat back into bed where food awaited. Neither was hungry. Instead, they curled together, watching a movie—a mundane act that felt extraordinary precisely because it was so new to them.

"I want us to be like this forever," Cain whispered suddenly. "I don’t care if I have to deal with two look-alikes of you. I’d take it all."

Violet shot him a glare, hiding her amusement behind a frown, but her eyes shimmered dangerously close to tears again. She pressed her face into his chest to keep them hidden.

"You need to be completely well for that to happen," she murmured, her voice muffled against him.

Cain stroked her hair, reassuring her with a steady tone. "I’ll fix it. I don’t care about anything else—not even being a lord. I don’t think I’ve been this happy in a long, long time."

Her heart clenched at his words, and this time, she didn’t hold back. "Same here. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy... ever."

And she meant it. For all the years she had spent giving to her family, sacrificing, trying endlessly, it had never been enough. But here, with Cain, she felt complete—seen.

"Good," he said, voice firm, almost possessive. "Then you’ll stay with me forever."

He spoke it not as a question, but as fact. Violet had no reply, at least not with words. Instead, she leaned up, pressed her lips softly against his, lingering there in a long, sweet kiss before settling back into his arms. Tears threatened again, but she fought them back.

’I’m making sure you stay alive,’ she told herself silently, holding on tighter as if her grip could anchor him to life itself.

The movie played on, forgotten, until eventually night swallowed them. Cain was drifting, half-asleep, when Violet startled him by straddling him suddenly.

Her robe slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her waist as she guided his already hardened member into her. She sank down with a gasp, her eyes locked onto his.

"Viole..." he breathed, stunned, his voice breaking into a groan.

"Cain," she whispered back, clutching his shoulders as she rode him. "Fuck me harder."

He obeyed. His thrusts met hers with wild abandon, the pace frantic and consuming. Their moans filled the room until she collapsed onto him, breathless and shaking from release.

When it was over, she lay quietly beside him, her body spent, but her mind restless. She knew he was still recovering, his breathing uneven as he drifted into deep sleep. Violet, however, remained awake.

She studied his face in the moonlight, memorizing every line, every shadow, as though carving him into her soul. Her chest ached, tears pricking again. Slowly, she slipped from his embrace, careful not to wake him.

At first she walked toward the bathroom. But when her feet reached the door, she turned. Quietly, with trembling hands, she set a folded letter on the table by the bed.

Her tears fell freely now, streaking her cheeks. She glanced back one last time at the man who had stolen her heart, the man who believed they had forever.

Then she opened the door.

And she left.