Rityshah

Life is given for free but happiness comes with a cost that many can't afford to pay.

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Even with the dark grey clouds that hovered over the vast sky and the dim light provided by the fire torch that was on the verge of being blown off by the wind, he could still see the glimmer in her eyes. The very same glimmer that appeared in those brown eyes everytime she was happy and for some reason, tonight he was unable to resist hir urges to steal a part of her.

She was still standing by the door waiting for him to leave but he had not taken more than three steps before he halted and turned. His features were darker in contrast to the white shirt that he wore and the look on his face was a predatory one.

Instead of getting scared, she watched him take the three stairs that led to her room's door and he was a few inches away from her, he finally spoke up.

"If there is one thing that I hate, it's having regrets and I know that I will regret if I do not do this."
 A part of her was confused by his words and another part felt like she knew what he meant by those words. Before she even had a chance to contemplate on what he had just said, he leaned closer, curled his index finger on her pointed chin and tilted her in an angle such that she could feel his cold breath on her face that caused a shiver to run down her spine.

Like she had been hypnotized, all she could do was to stare in those obsidian eyes that had held her captive. "This is a mistake that I want to commit again and again." His breath fanned on her face and goosebumps formed on her skin. Not because of the wind, but because of the effect he had on her.
 If it was some time before, she would have probably pushed him away or maybe escaped but as time had passed by, her feelings towards him had changed...

rare connection

When he did that, Lilith momentarily became breathless. She was getting light headed and in as much as she wanted to take a step backwards so that she could have a space of her own, she just couldn't as her back was pressed against the wall.

When she slowly opened her eyes while exhaling, her brown eyes met his midnight ones that looked predatory. Looking away from her face to her lush brown hair that had been tied into a bun, he slowly raised his hand and then soon after, he freed her hair to which he run his fingers on her soft hair. Every action of his made it more difficult for her to control the feelings that had swirled up from the pit of her stomach to the rest of her body.

Some day, this man was going to kill her.' She thought.

Every time he had touched her, a new spark was ignited and her attempts to extinguish it always backfired.

sweet addiction