Golden beams of sunlight streaming in through the open windows perched on Xaver's skin like glitter, creating a halo effect around him. His naked chest arose and descended with each sleeping breath and his pitch-black hair as dark as night bore a disheveled look.
Chocolate brown eyes studied eyelids that now hid beautiful cyan eyes from view and skimmed across full eyebrows in admiration. Submitting to temptation, Sreya traced the outline of Xaver's jaw and the underpart of his lower lip. A small frown touched his forehead but his eyes didn't open.
Pulling her finger away from his warm skin, she studied him more for a silent moment before leaning down to press a soft lingering kiss to his mouth. This action prompted the flickering of heavy eyelids before there was an abrupt exposure of drowsy cyan eyes that now squnited at her face.
Golden beams of sunlight streaming in through the open windows perched on Xaver's skin like glitter, creating a halo effect around him. His naked chest arose and descended with each sleeping breath and his pitch-black hair as dark as night bore a disheveled look.Chocolate brown eyes studied eyelids that now hid beautiful cyan eyes from view and skimmed across full eyebrows in admiration. Submitting to temptation, Sreya traced the outline of Xaver's jaw and the underpart of his lower lip. A small frown touched his forehead but his eyes didn't open. Pulling her finger away from his warm skin, she studied him more for a silent moment before leaning down to press a soft lingering kiss to his mouth. This action prompted the flickering of heavy eyelids before there was an abrupt exposure of drowsy cyan eyes that now squnited at her face.
XAVER LIKED HIS new normal. For the past two weeks, he's been living a life of certified bliss. He got to wake up beside the love of his life every morning and go to sleep with her at night.Recently, Sre's nightmares have taken a more persistent and dark turn and it bothered Xaver deeply, even though he tried not to let it show. Could this be a warning for an impending doom? Or could this be just a subconcious reflection of her daily worry thoughts?Currently, he was having the cameras in her house removed. And whilst that was being done, he insisted she stayed with him. He wasn't comfortable with her staying where he couldn't see her everyday and know she's safe. That psychopath still prowled the streets and Xaver refused to take any chances.Sreya had taken a temporary leave of absence from work to remain home for some time. And recently he's been working from home but on the days he had to leave her,
Enchained<•>It was dark. Again. But... The smell was different. Alas, the woody odor she'd been accustomed to erstwhile still lingered... But the blistering feel of a heavy, densely cemented floor against her knees told her that the current venue differed greatly from the last. And unlike the last time, she didn't feel numb. Terrified, still? yes. But numb?... Not quite.Sreya was currently unclad... Her form curled in a terribly uncomfortable kneeling position. The cemented floor biting into the
A WEEK AND a half.That's how long Sreya's been missing. That's how long he hasn't left his house. That's how long he hasn't shaved. That's how long he's not been answering calls or text messages. That's how long he's been.. Drinking.He looked like shit. And felt like shit.Dazed, he slowly swirled the golden liquid in his tumbler. Now, usually.. Xaver'd never turn to liquor whilst grieving. Matter of fact, it annoyed him when people did that but... You know when you're told never to judge other people until you've been in their position? Until you've walked in their shoes? You really shouldn't. Because.. He now understood why people turned to liquor. It kinda helps with the pain.. Numb it a little... Or it makes you think it's helping your pain.. And he needed that deception right now. Badly.His lips curling into a sad small smile, h
CLARA KIRKGARDE LISTENED to the audible, oddly calming pitter-patter of raindrops on the windows as she proceeded to gently apply a layer of moisturizing lotion on her face.She was currently seated in front of her vanity, grey eyes trained on the mirror as slender hands made quick work of running a shiny paddle brush over her hair. When she was done, she dropped the hair detangler on the dressing table and embarked on the short journey to her bed. Relieving her naked flesh of the rose gold robe she'd been clad in, she shimmied under an immaculate white duvet and sighed in pleasure at the enveloping warmth and soothing softness. She yawned tiredly, eyelids slamming shut as she tried to sleep..But slumber evaded her and In less than a nanosecond, her mind
LUCAS WAS LOST in thought, the paperwork on his desk already forgotten. He wasn't sure if it was the fact that Clara'd come in wearing a flimsy robe with nothing beneath or if it was her sexual, intoxicating scent that still lingered but he found himself on a trip down memory lane.They used to be so happy. So content. It'd been a hassle getting someone as terribly strong-minded as Clara to trust him fully but he'd succeeded and it'd been bliss.. A part of him still harbored hope that someday.. They'd be as happy as they'd once been but with every passing month that his wife barely glanced at him unless under public scrutinization.. Lucas watched the tiny ray of the light of hope at the end of the tunnel dim. Suddenly realizing he wasn't alone, blue eyes shifted to the door and he could swear his heartbeat picked up
PunishedΔ•ΔHe was... furious. Sreya could tell. From the sharp whooshing sounds of the whip slashing through the air, the explosive stinging, itchy sensation on her back and her broken flesh tinged with blood... She could tell.The candles were burning low again, casting scary silhouettes on the walls like they usually do. Through bloodshot eyes, she could make out series of ropes hanging on the wall..some, a little thinner than the others.. Sreya thought they bore an uncanny resemblance to BDSM tools.
GARY HUTCHINSON LOOKED round his office with tired eyes and stifled a yawn. It was 8:37PM on a Thursday night and he was beyond exhausted. On some days, being a private investigator left you with some time on your hands.. On other days.. It didn't.Absentmindedly, he reached for the tumbler sitting beside his open laptop, swirling the yellowish liquid inside as he studied the picture of the young woman in front of him.Sreya Dronian. The Kirkgardes were willing to pay triple the price he'd normally charge if he could find her presto. The relationship between the doctor and the only heir to the Kirkgarde family fortune and business was roaringly overt and owing to this, their desperation failed to spark his surprise.Also, he wanted that money as much as he wanted to visit one of the best brothels in Verum City and soak himself inside a warm, willing body. Normally, Gary schedules his vis