Page 99 of Dangerous Beginnings

Playing with her, treating her the way I have perhaps is just an illusion to keep her and the rising feeling at bay. But there is no denying it anymore; she matters to me. Icarefor her. The most cardinal sin to commit in this lifestyle. Something I swore to never do.

My mind is a battlefield, logic warring against an inexplicable pull towards her. She was just a mere loose end, a captive, yet in caring for her, I feel captivated in return, ensnared by the depth of her resilience and the unexpected warmth that flickers to life within me in her presence. My life has always been about control, about keeping emotions at bay to remain effective, and unattached.

Yet, as I witness the softening of her gaze, the slight easing of tension in her shoulders, I recognize a desire to keep her safe, not just from the physical dangers that lurk outside but, paradoxically, from the very darkness that resides within me. I wonder if I would be capable of that. She seems to radiate in my darkness.

As I turn to leave to give her some space to shower, a hand reaches out to grasp mine, her touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins. I’m in a primal state. I don’t know if I cantrustmyself around her right now. I’ve never wanted someone so bad as her. It’s fucking maddening. I hesitate for a moment, torn between the desire to distance myself from her and the overwhelming urge to stay by her side.

Isabella

I step into the shower. The water is warm and soothes my skin. My eyes dart towards Aslanov and it only takes me a second to respond.

I pull him into the shower with me, and a surge of adrenaline courses through my veins, my heart pounding with anticipation. The warm water cascades over us, soaking us both to the skin as we stand together in the dimly lit bathroom. I watch as uncertainty flickers in Aslanov’s eyes, his hesitation palpable in the air between us. But before he can protest, I take matters into my own hands, pulling him closer until he stands beneath the spray of water with me. His clothes become completely soaked.

“I’d assumed you could use a shower as well,” I state in between breaths. His eyes dart between me and the door.

His dark voice fills the cabin, “Do you know what assuming gets you?”

“Killed,” I breathe.

His eyes fall to my lips. “Smart girl.”

His words are deep and soft, and a part of me feels like I have done something good. “Is that what you want? To kill me?” I breathe out as water runs down my face, wetting my hair, and making it stick to my face.

Hesitant for his response, his voice fills my veins. “You will have to kill me if death is what you seek. I will kill foryou.”

I can’t think, I can’t breathe.

His green eyes meet mine, filled with a hunger that matches my own, and at that moment, all pretense is stripped away, leaving only raw desire in its wake.

Leaning in close, I press my lips to his, my body melting against his as we surrender to the passion that burns between us. The water cascades over us, washing away the fear and uncertainty of the night, leaving only the heat of our bodies entwined in a desperate embrace. His lips are warm againstmine, his touch sending sparks of electricity coursing through my body. He kisses me back with passion.

As the water continues to cascade over us, a surge of desire courses through me, igniting a fire that burns hot and fierce within my veins. With my trembling hands, I reach for the buttons of Aslanov’s shirt, my fingers fumbling with anticipation as I work to free him from the confines of his clothing all while kissing him.

His skin is warm against my touch, his muscles rippling beneath the surface like coiled springs ready to unleash their power. As I finally succeed in ripping open his shirt, a wave of arousal washes over me. I break the kiss to breathe and take in his chest, my senses overwhelmed by the sight of his trained, tattooed chest glistening in the dim light of the bathroom. Every line and contour of his body is a testament to strength and power, a tantalizing invitation to explore every inch of him. I trace my fingers over the intricate patterns inked into his skin, my touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. He throws his shirt on the floor and catches me again in an embrace, pushing me against the shower wall. Steam building. Slowly he kneels in front of me.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he slides my soaked panties down my legs, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I watch him with bated breath, my heart pounding in my chest.Oh god.Our eyes meet, a silent exchange of desire passing between us as he leans in to kiss my heated core. I gasp at the sensation, my body arching towards him as pleasure courses through my veins.His lips are soft against my skin, his touch sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me. I moan softly. Aslanov’s kisses grow more urgent, his tongue tracing patterns of fire against my skin. I reach for his hair. I’ve never felt this good. My head falls back in pleasure as his lips leave their mark on my most vulnerable part.

Aslanov’s lips trail a path of fire along my thighs, his kisses igniting a primal desire deep within me. I gasp as his mouth moves higher, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

With each kiss, my senses are heightened, my skin tingling with anticipation as Aslanov explores every inch of me with a hunger that leaves me breathless. I arch towards him, craving more of his touch as he drives me to the brink of ecstasy. I’m going insane. Aslanov’s lips travel higher. My heart pounds in my chest as I surrender myself.

His lips move onto my neck and before I know it his icy inked hand grabs my chin, and his lips slightly touch mine. My lips part ever so slightly. Time stands still. Aslanov’s lips meet mine in a passionate kiss, I melt into his embrace, my body responding eagerly to his touch. The kiss is filled with a raw intensity, each brush of his lips sending heat into my core. My heart pounds in my chest. He has me exactly where he wants. But I’m starting to think I have him exactly where I want just the same. He’s hungry for me, and starving people will eat anything.

His finger brushes a stray strand of hair away from my face, his touch gentle yet possessive. “Did I pass your test?” I breathe.

Aslanov smirks, a glint of amusement and something darker flickering in his eyes. “My test?” he repeats, letting the word hang in the air between us, savoring the moment. His gaze intensifies, studying my reaction, before he finally leans in closer kissing my lips multiple times. “Yes,” he breathes out, his voice low and laced with a promise, “you passed.”

“Except for the last part, solnyshko got a little scared there, didn’t she?” I bite his neck, and he groans.

“Don’t call me solnyshko.”

I can feel him smirk as he stares down at me, my legs still around his waist. “Okay,love, whatever you want.” My insides hurt with warmth.

“I’d like that,” I whisper.

“Like what?” He asks for clarification as his face is mere inches from mine. His hair was completely soaked by now.

“For you to call melove,” I add shy, tender, and turning red all over.Fuck.

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