CHAPTER 106: CHAPTER 106: UNTAMED DESIRES - LLL

Kieran’s POV~

Never in my life had I thought there would be a day like this would come. That I would ever be able to touch her, let alone taste, the sweetness of her lips.

For a second I wanted to become more greedy, I wanted to forget everything—myself, my past, and my demons. The only thing I wanted in this moment was her, to claim her so that she would never look to other men and never cry for them.

There would be only my name on her lips. I wanted more from her now, I found myself sucking her lips gently and then roaming the inside of her mouth, while she moaned under me. And gods! That sound was literally undoing me.

I had never heard such a beautiful sound. Even her painful voice filled with desire was working wonders on my heart. My heart was literally jumping in my chest, ready to come out any second.

How can anyone fall in love with just a voice? But I think I have fallen even for her voice. I want to worship her—not only her voice, but her body, her mind, every inch of her.

She had not even an ounce of realization of what she was doing to me and what she was capable of making me feel.

Her hand did not stay put; it started roaming from my neck, going deeper inside my shirt, like a naughty girl.

As I kissed her deeper, she arched her body and let out a moan, pressing her body dangerously close to mine.

Her body was just inches apart from me, and I knew if I let her closer, there would be no turning point after this.

I would never taint her with my filthy body; she deserves so much better, better than me.

I knew I had already taken so much from her, and it was time to stop. I would never give her reason to hate herself or me.

With a reluctant sigh, I pulled myself away, parting my lips from hers. My eyes instantly met her shiny foggy eyes, like she was not even aware of what she was doing. And unknowingly, my heart clenched.

How much better it would be if it was all reality and she would look at me like this with love, but I knew it was just my wishful thinking.

I clenched her soft hands that were dangerously roaming on my body. I hadn’t even realized when or why my shirt had gotten opened.

She instantly protested as if I had denied her right. I had never seen such a pitiful look on her face. She had always been calm and cold, pretending like nothing could make her react.

But I know her better. I have been with her for her entire life, following her like a silent shadow.

She is just a young girl but already burdened with so much. How could fate be so cruel to one so young? This was the very question I have asked countless times.

My eyes took in every breath of her, her every expression that was so familiar when the Luna was still alive.

I couldn’t help but suddenly bend down and kiss her forehead, then the corner of her eyes that were red from crying.

But she only protested and pushed me away. Her desire was consuming her, and it was not her will that was making her do it.

With that, I controlled all my emotions that I had allowed to slip for a moment and greedily kissed her, because I knew I would never be able to kiss her again.

My hand clenched her other hands on the robe that was almost slipping past her shoulders. I grabbed it back and pulled it up, fastening it back securely so she would not be able to push it again.

Gathering her trembling body in my arms, I carried her through the dim-lit hall, ignoring her weak struggles. Her heat was burning through her like fire, every breath a ragged plea, her skin fever-hot against mine.

My heart shattered at her muffled whimpers, yet I held her tighter, whispering soft reassurances into her hair. "It’s all right. I’ll help you. You don’t have to fight this alone."

I brought her outside to the near stream behind my house. Letting her cope inside the house was not a good thing—it would make her more miserable. The werewolves normally roam outside and be with nature in their heat, and nature helps them soothe the burning desire in them.

I set her carefully on the cool stone. Her body shivered as if protesting the absence of my warmth, but I knew what she needed was not more fire, it was release from it.

With one hand steadying her trembling frame, I gently let the cold water touch her feet and she instinctively jolted away, but I kept her in place even though she was literally trying to climb on me.

Her wide, glazed eyes blinked at me in confusion, as if she could not understand why I was not taking what she was offering.

My chest tightened at her innocence, at the way she did not even realize how much power she held over me. Kneeling beside her, I dipped a cloth into the icy stream and pressed it to her burning forehead. She flinched, then sighed, the fever in her cheeks dimming ever so slightly.

I worked slowly, carefully, running the chilled cloth down her flushed neck, across her arms, over her trembling shoulders. Each time she moaned or arched.

I held her steady, forcing myself to think only of her relief. My lips brushed only her hairline, her temple, the corner of her tear-stained eye to comfort her.

Her body strained against mine, desire twisting into weakness, but I did not falter.

When she tried to push the robe off her shoulders again, I caught it, pulling it back in place. She frowned and whimpered, like a child denied her right, but I only stroked her hair back from her damp forehead, murmuring, "Don’t worry, everything will be fine. Soon it will be over."

Slowly, gradually, the fire in her veins began to subside after many hours. I sat in the stream with her burning body. The cold water streaming over her body cooled the fever that had been consuming her.

Her frantic breathing softened into quiet sobs, and then into the fragile rhythm of exhaustion. Her head fell against my chest, her body heavy, pliant, no longer writhing with restless need.

I cradled her against me, rocking her softly, my hand never leaving the silken strands of her hair.

Never in my life had I thought myself capable of such restraint, yet here I was...holding back every storm inside me for her sake.

It seems that in love, nothing else matters; your own desires fall silent when weighed against the fragile beauty of her smile.

And so I sat with her under the sound of running water, her body cooling, her fever dimming, her tears drying against my chest.

I pressed one last kiss to her forehead...not out of desire, but out of devotion, and whispered into her damp hair, "Sleep now, little witch. I’ll keep watch. You are safe with me."