Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

She scooted closer to him as he had kept his gaze on the dancing balls of flames. Freely, Navaeh made a bold move to rest her head upon his lap and her sudden warmth, her sudden sensation on him slowly brought back the feelings he once had. They were still deep down there, but something had already reached them. I have lived more lifetimes than you could ever imagine, He said. we can spend this one trying to figure out the flames, the oceans, and whatever it is that makes your kind unique. Not really paying too much attention to it, Damian slowly stroked the top of her head. He wanted to make sure the touches won't revive anything unnecessary in the light of recent events. I... There was an itch in his throat and a deep desire to utter something completely taboo in his kind, yet she could use it, in whatever comfort it can give. I am sorry about Ri-- your father, He told her. Damian stopped himself from saying more, worrying that he might end up saying things that are quite uncalled for in the situation. He looked at her as she spoke and even if she laid sideways and their eyes didn't meet, he continued stroking her hair gently and appreciated the positivity she was giving him. Moving away from her, Damian scooted up to the end of the bed where his pillows were and patted the space right beside him. Nothing has changed, Navaeh. You're still as stubborn as ever. He actually allowed himself to let out a soft laugh. At the other end of the room, his clock indicated it was already almost midnight. In the coming days, I'll give you the answers you need. Right now, you don't need to know about Samael. Not yet. You need me, Damian, and... Just like that, the chains that bound the boy she once knew broke away. Damian didn't know how to be vulnerable anymore. He was, at one point, especially with her. He loved charming her, sometimes even doing it by intention so that she could fall in love with him, but those 10 years... he spent it carelessly. He spent it the way Samael would, not the way Damian Strand would. How many women had laid beside him in the same manner, in the same room? How many has he ended up fucking in this very same bed? Now, all he held was the only woman who mattered yet he couldn't bring out the right words and emotions for her. In the end, he simply sighed and told her, I need you, Navaeh. As if some force enabled him to act on his impulse and emotions, he approached her and gently cupped her face with his human hands. He searched her bright orbs for anything, anything at all that would make him stop, that would make him revive his hate for what had happened, to make him stop falling any further, but all he saw was a beautiful girl a beauty who was his destruction. There are so many things left unsaid, things that were supposed to and could have faded away in time, yet Damian never fully realized it was still in him, locked away. And she held the key. Lips bruised on the sides greeted his sight but its full form overpowered his rationality. He wanted to taste her, even for a little. He lingered a little bit longer and hoped for her usual retaliation to happen, but in a snap, he couldn't help but lean down and touch her lips with his in a gentle manner. His hands fell from the side of her face down to her shoulders and along her sides, touching every curve of her woman body while making sure he won't be intrusive. He would kiss her a little bit more but as soon as he felt his hands playing with the hem of her sweatpants, he stopped and moved away. He didn't apologize, he didn't speak. Instead, he let out a soft breath of relief and kissed her forehead before lying down on the bed facing the opposite side of her. Damian closed his eyes and willed the sensation away.