“Don’t…” He gradually relaxed his grip, and her body slid down the gray wall, curling up on the ground, hugging her shoulders, trembling and crying.
He let out a breath, quietly standing beside her, his towering black figure like the statue of a guardian knight in the square. He let her cry until her sobs gradually subsided.
Once he was sure she had vented her emotions enough, he poked her forehead with his finger, his fingertips weaving into her dark hair, gently tilting her face up, saying softly, “Come home with me. If this goes on, it will be dawn soon. Of course, I don’t mind letting the whole capital know that I chased the woman I love through the streets all night.”
He saw the tears still glistening in her dark eyes and couldn’t help but reach out to wipe them away. Her black eyelashes fluttered, and she looked pitifully aggrieved. He opened his arms and enveloped her in his embrace, kissing her forehead deeply.
She sniffled, looking up at him. “You clearly said you wouldn’t go back to the villa. That house now belongs to me alone.”
“Alright, I will keep my promise.” A hint of a smile appeared on his lips, but his gaze was incredibly sincere. “I will inform the lawyer tomorrow to transfer the ownership of that villa to your name. Is that satisfactory?”
She turned her eyes away, no longer looking at his handsome face, using her hands to support herself on the ground to stand up. He helped her up, and she realized her legs had gone numb from squatting, swaying unsteadily. He picked her up in his arms, opened the car door with one hand, and gently laid her down in the back seat.
Time passed unknowingly. She had fled for a night, and he had followed her in the car for a night. By the time they returned to the villa in the suburbs, the dawn was breaking. He carried her out of the car, holding her with both arms, elbowing the door open. All the servants had already returned to their posts. He didn’t care about anything, not even closing the door, and directly carried her up the stairs into the bedroom on the third floor. She could no longer hear his footsteps because his black boots were stepping on the wool carpet, and the soft mattress cradled her body.
Khanyi felt a bit dizzy in his arms, lying flat on the bed, gazing into those icy blue eyes that were so close, sometimes murky, sometimes clear. As she closed her eyes and turned her neck to the left, his scorching kiss fell on her fair neck. His long hands swiftly followed the soft curves of her skin, removing all obstacles in their path.
She slightly opened her eyes, stretching her arms to climb onto his strong shoulders, her fingers touching the scars on his back. She trembled, sliding along his taut skin, up to his neck, into the shallow golden curls. His kisses made her tremble uncontrollably, as if she had forgotten everything, the echoes of the poems he had recited ringing in her ears, “…lovely battle, subtle tremors, this, shy and tender embrace, on your beautiful cherry lips, accustomed to replacing words with kisses, my kiss is like a flame that bursts from my heart…” Beneath the cold black uniform was a warm, strong body. She bravely met him, ready to accept his invasion and rhythm, even if he might tear her apart in passion.
He understood her body language and no longer restrained his desires.
…
The black coat with red lapels hung on the hanger, adorned with an eagle emblem above the right chest pocket. His white shirt, black pants, and her dress were scattered on the floor, and beneath the bed lay a pair of black leather boots. The entire room was so quiet that only the man’s heavy breathing and the woman’s soft moans could be heard, along with the rhythmic creaking of the wooden bed.
In the afternoon, Khanyi sat lazily on the sofa in the small reception room, fiddling with the fresh flowers in a glass vase. She didn’t know why he suddenly felt like taking her out for a boat ride. Before she could react, he took her hand without hesitation and led her out through the back door. They crossed the lush green lawn, and he rowed her upstream along the Javier River in a small boat. Neither of them spoke. He rowed like a professional, placing the oars in the water at the most suitable angle and speed, pulling them out just as swiftly. Even with a gentle breeze blowing across the surface of the water and undercurrents swirling beneath, the small boat moved forward rapidly. The light wind whistled past her ears as Khanyi tucked a few strands of her messy black hair behind her ear. She hadn’t fed the Teddy yet, and the flower materials were still scattered on the coffee table, left untidy, as she was taken out by this domineering guy.
“Why aren’t you talking?” he asked casually, seemingly unconsciously, while adjusting the oars.
“There’s nothing to say,” she replied softly.
