They always say love is a force to be reckoned with, but I never believed it—not until I met him. That night, fate slipped its delicate hand into my life, aligning every detail with impossible precision. He wasn’t supposed to be there, and neither was I, yet there we were, caught in the same moment, the same breath.
His eyes held me first, dreamy and deep, drawing me into a place where I forgot to breathe. As we talked, the world began to shrink, fading into the background until it was just us. The hum of voices blurred. Time slowed, and I felt it—the pull of something inexplicable, a magnetism I couldn’t resist even if I’d wanted to.
The first time he touched me, it was electric. His hand brushed mine, and my heart betrayed me, skipping a beat like it had been waiting for that moment its whole life. I could see the smile curling on his lips as if he knew the effect he had on me.
Later, alone in his arms, I felt more alive than I ever had. His touch was deliberate, reverent, as if he were tracing the very outline of my soul. His fingers slid over my skin, lighting fires wherever they lingered. My body arched into his touch, desperate for more, desperate for him.
When his lips met mine, it was like a spell breaking. The barriers I’d built to keep the world out crumbled under the heat of his kiss. He kissed me like I was the only thing he needed, slow and intense, claiming every part of me.
He lifted me as if I weighed nothing, carrying me to his bed. The way he looked at me made my breath catch—the hunger, the tenderness, the unspoken promise of what was to come. I felt vulnerable, but I also felt seen, completely and utterly seen.
His hands worshipped me, exploring every curve, every inch, as if memorising a map he’d dreamt of for years. My body burned under his touch, a mix of need and anticipation. He was patient, teasing, drawing out every shiver, every gasp, until I was trembling beneath him, pleading for more.
When he entered me, it wasn’t just physical—it was transcendence. The way we moved together felt like a dance choreographed by the universe itself, each movement perfectly in sync. I’d never felt so connected to someone, as if we weren’t just bodies but souls entwined, merging into one.
His name spilled from my lips like a prayer, raw and unfiltered, as waves of pleasure surged through me. He whispered mine back, his voice rough with emotion, grounding me in the moment.
We lost ourselves in each other, the outside world forgotten. There was no space for doubt or fear, only the rhythm of our hearts and the electricity between us.
Afterward, as we lay tangled together, his arms wrapped securely around me, I realised something that left me breathless for an entirely different reason. He wasn’t just saving me from the monsters in my head—he was becoming the light that banished them completely.
I looked up at him, my fingers tracing lazy patterns across his chest. In that moment, I knew this was more than passion. It was love, a force so powerful it felt like it could rewrite the stars.
And in his arms, I knew: I’d found my place, my person, my forever.
