152: Unexpected love confession (part 3)

Unexpected love confession (part 3)

Her nails lightly scraped against his shirt above his gloves as she spoke, her voice carrying a vulnerable timbre.2

"I don't want to argue anymore. I'm tired of these endless battles of wills between us... All I want is for us to be happy."

He abruptly turned around, his eyes fiery rubies.

"Don't put the blame on me! I'm at my wit's end trying to overcome the obstacles between us. And what have you done in return? What have you offered besides flaunting your pride everywhere?" He sarcastically chuckled, "You're everywhere but by my side, never coming my way."

It was, without a doubt, the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard him say.

"I was in your house today, unchaperoned...I came to you every time you asked to see me..."

She suppressed her emotions, realizing that it had come to this. She needed to hear him confess, and he needed to hear himself say the words too. Otherwise, they would continue hurting each other.

"What were you about to tell me that day by the hill before my falcon attacked you... What were you going to say if Bastian hadn't shown up today?"

He grew quiet all of a sudden, his eyes returning to their normal color.

"...It's simple to criticize my pride, but acknowledging your own arrogance is quite a challenge, isn't it?"

As he stood in silence, an ominous feeling gripped her. She knew that if she didn't act quickly, she would end up losing Egon. And she couldn't bear the thought of losing him.

"What were you going to say to me, Egon!"

He closed the gap between them with two swift strides and gripped her elbow firmly, he hurriedly guided her to the safety of a sizable tree and stood in front of her, shielding her completely. Sporting a frown and a pained expression, he whispered, "You tell me."

Her eyes trembled as they searched his dark gaze. It no longer mattered whether he was challenging her or not. The only thing that mattered was the truth.

"I love you," she confessed.

His gloved hand slid beneath her arm, the tips of his calloused fingers brushing against her skin. She longed for his touch so much that she instinctively held onto his thick wrist, cherishing the connection they shared.

His other hand gently cradled her cheek, drawing their faces closer together. Her heart raced in anticipation, her eyes closing before the kiss. But instead of their lips meeting in a passionate embrace, he paused, teasing her with a breathless moment that ignited a fire within her.

"Adelaide," he sighed, his voice filled with longing, before finally pressing his lips tenderly against hers.

It was their second kiss, and it was nothing like their first one.

Egon's big hands cupped her face, his tongue grazed over her bottom lip. "Open your mouth," he ordered with a husky voice.

When her lips parted, he pushed his tongue inside of her mouth, the sound of his moan muffled the muted gasp she took in before losing herself in the moment and swallowing, he tasted of heat and desire, of lust and sensual shivers, of something dangerous, far worse addictive than she had thought before.

She wanted more.

It was the boldest thing she had ever done but it came easily, her tongue met his, trying to mimic his moves.

"Mmh," a sound that was between pleasure and pain left Egon, she briefly opened her eyes to see him frowning vigorously with closed eyelids, she closed her eyes and let herself go completely.

Their lips opened and closed together as their tongues brushed against one another, each move accelerated the pace of their hearts, each stroke adding to the heat and the weight she felt right around her womb.

His hand glided down to her neck, his touch featherlight, sending waves of tingles cascading through her body. It felt as though he too was overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, his hand withdrawing from her neck all too soon.

It felt unreal, as if plucked from the realm of dreams.

She was kissing him, yet it felt as though they were not close enough. Her hands acted on their own accord, rising to cradle his stubbled cheeks, pulling him nearer. His lips responded eagerly, moving in sync to an urgent tempo.

She felt rather than saw his smile as he let her lead.

Their kisses alternated between brief, stolen moments and lingering, passionate exchanges, each reunion fueling her desire for more. The realization hit her with force—she could spend a lifetime lost in the depths of these kisses with Egon.

Their lips seemed magnetically drawn to each other, a pull they were both powerless to resist. Every time their breath intertwined and their lips parted, she shamelessly sought his once more, refusing to let go of the enchantment they were entangled in. With closed eyes, she reveled in the sweetness of their connection, reluctant to break the spell.

"Adelaide..."

His hands returned to cradle her cheeks, mirroring her own touch. This assurance, this unspoken understanding, made the brief moments of separation bearable, for she knew that the kiss was far from over. 

His fingers touched her ears as her tongue was in his mouth, and Adela's fingers tangled themselves in his hair, surprised by how soft his strands were. The heat that pooled in her lower parts grew, causing her legs to weaken beneath her.

And then it happened, an energy that burst out of him so powerful that Adela's entire body was shocked, he grabbed her by the back and pressed her more to him with one gloved hand, her hair pooling in the other.

"You belong to me." he growled in a low, guttural tone, his chest rising and falling with intensity.

"Egon," she murmured, gazing into his dilated eyes. Her thumb traced a gentle path over his lips, she needed to pause and gather herself while she still could. "...I think I need to sit down for a moment,".

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