♥ Chapter 21♥

Magnus Darkmore.

''Did you like the smell?'' I ask, my voice coming out low, almost a whisper.

She startles, turning around quickly. Her eyes are wide, and her face turns a deep shade of red. She almost lets go of her jacket, as if she's been caught doing something forbidden. Her reaction only increases my desire.

''I-I... I was just...'' she stammers. '' she stutters, her voice trembling.

''You don't have to explain yourself, Yara. '' I take a few steps towards her without taking my eyes off her. The room seems to get smaller as I approach. The air is charged with tension. ''It's okay to want what you want.

She takes a step back. She's cornered. Her breathing quickens, and I can see the nervousness in her eyes.

''I don't want anything.'' She tries to protest, but her voice fails her.

''Are you trying to convince me... or yourself?'' I tease, moving closer until I'm right in front of her.

“I-I... I'm married, Mr. Magnus... '' She says, almost in a whisper.

She bites her lip, fighting the words. I feel my self-control is fading fast. The heat emanating from her is almost palpable, and the soft scent of her perfume mixes with the smell of my jacket. It's intoxicating.

'' I know that. '' I raise my hand, placing it gently on her chin, lifting her sweet face so that I can look directly at her. '' But do you love him? Do you have feelings for him, Yara?” I need to know her answer.

'' That... is wrong... '' She mumbles, but doesn't move her face away.

''Maybe... '' I lean closer, my lips centimeters from hers. ''But sometimes the wrong thing is what we want most.

I can't resist any longer. My hands reach her waist, pulling her closer to me. I feel her body tense against mine, but she doesn't pull away.

'' Fuck. '' I say, before finally capturing her lips with mine.

The kiss is intense, loaded with all the pent-up feelings of the last few days.

Her kiss is hesitant, her lips moving shyly against mine. I immediately notice her inexperience, something that only ignites the desire inside me even more. Her clumsy movements and the hesitation in her touches drive me crazy. I feel an overwhelming need to guide her and show her how it should be done.

There's no turning back. I want her, and now I know she wants me too.

Her lips are soft and warm, and the sensation of finally having her against me is even better than I imagined. I squeeze her waist tighter, deepening the kiss, and explore every corner of her mouth with my tongue. I feel her hands squeeze my shoulders, as if she's trying to anchor herself to me.

''You're ours, Yara. '' I whisper between kisses.

I feel her body instantly stiffen against mine. She quickly pulls away, her eyes wide and her breathing ragged.

''I can't, I can't...'' she says, her voice almost choking. '' she says, her voice almost a desperate whisper. ''My God, I've given myself away...''

I try to touch her again, reaching for her face with my hands to comfort her.

''It's all right, Yara. '' I whisper softly, trying to ease her anguish. ''It's not wrong to give yourself over to what you really want.

She shakes her head, confused and frightened, as her eyes meet mine with a mixture of desire and fear.

''I-I'm married... '' she stammers, her voice trembling. ''I...

My expression becomes serious, and I hold her face firmly, but gently, so that she looks at me.

'' Do you love him?

She seems shocked by the question, biting her lip nervously. Finally, with a heavy sigh, she answers, her voice almost inaudible:

''No, I don't love him.

An irrational relief runs through my body at hearing this. I hold her face more tenderly now, stroking her skin with my thumb.

'' We can help you, Yara. Kael is a judge, we can find a way to rid you of your husband. '' My words are sincere. '' Be ours, Yara. You can't deny this desire or this attraction you feel for us.

She looks at me with tears in her eyes, the internal conflict clearly evident on her face.

“It's wrong... '' he whispers, his voice breaking. “You're my bosses... I don't want to involve you in something that's mine...''

I hold her chin gently, making her look straight into my eyes.

“It's not wrong, Yara. Not when it's what you want or what we want. Let us protect you. Let us make you feel alive.

She remains silent, her body trembling slightly, and for a moment she seems on the verge of giving herself up again. But then, as if waking from a trance, she pulls back, moving away from me.

''I... need to think,'' she murmurs, her voice a little firmer, but still full of uncertainty.

I watch as she walks away, the desire still boiling in my chest, but respecting the space she clearly needs.

'' We're here for you, Yara.

She gives me one last look, full of emotion, before turning and walking out of the room, leaving me alone.