GABRIELLA’S POV
Within the depths of my being, I felt a surge of energy-a subtle yet distinct vibration resonating through my body. It was as if invisible tendrils of power reached out, exploring the depths of my being, searching for the untapped potential that lay within.
My heart quickened, its beats syncing with the rhythm of the chant. A tingling sensation spread from my core, radiating through my limbs, awakening dormant senses and latent strength. The air around me seemed to shimmer with possibilities, as if the very fabric of reality shifted in response to the awakening power within.
As the final echoes of the chant faded away, a profound stillness settled upon us. It was as if the universe itself held its breath, awaiting the revelation of hidden knowledge and confirmation of strength.
With a final utterance, Delilah’s voice trailed off, and the room fell into momentary silence. The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air, as if the unseen forces we had invoked held their breath, awaiting the revelation of my true strength.
Opening my eyes, I met Delilah’s gaze, my voice barely above a whisper. “My heart… it’s beating faster than usual. There’s a sense of anticipation, as if my body is preparing for something.”
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Delilah spoke of the intimate connection between pleasure and strength. The idea of involving Dorcas, my husband, in such a personal matter sent a wave of mixed emotions through me. Part of me felt discomfort at the thought of sharing such vulnerability with him, while another part recognized the importance of his support and guidance.
Nodding reluctantly, I turned my gaze to Dorcas, who had been quietly observing the proceedings. His eyes met mine, filled with concern and a desire to help. Though hesitant, I knew deep down that his presence and understanding could provide the comfort and strength I needed.
Delilah’s voice interrupted my thoughts, breaking through the tension. “But before we proceed, Gabriella, I will chant for you-to infuse you with strength, to fortify your being.”
With a gentle touch, Delilah took hold of my hands, her touch warm and reassuring. I could sense the energy flowing between us, a connection of trust and shared purpose. Her voice resonated with power and conviction as she began the chant:
“Liskatara Strentoviasa, oh divine strength embrace,
Empower this soul, infuse it with unwavering grace.
From the depths of inner resilience, let it rise,
Unleash the power within, where its true essence lies.
Through every obstacle faced, and challenges endured,
Grant Gabriella strength, unwavering and assured.
Let her spirit soar with courage and might,
As she walks through darkness, guided by inner light.
Liskatara Strentoviasa, weave the threads of might,
Within Gabriella’s being, let her strength ignite.
Unleash the reservoir of power deep within,
So she may face any trial, and emerge to triumph and win.”
Delilah’s voice wove through the words with a blend of intensity and compassion. As the chant echoed through the room, a current of energy seemed to pass through me, surging through my veins.
I felt a newfound sense of resilience and determination, as if a dormant flame within had been ignited.
As the final syllable of the chant hung in the air, a moment of stillness settled upon us. Delilah released my hands, her gaze filled with a mix of pride and encouragement. “You are imbued with strength, Gabriella. Trust in the power within you and lean on the support of your loved ones.”
I turned to Margeret, a mixture of vulnerability and gratitude in my eyes. “Margaret, Delilah believes that your presence and support can provide me with the strength I need. If you are willing, I would be grateful for your understanding and connection during this challenging time.”
Margaret stepped forward, his hand reaching out to clasp mine. “Gabriella, you never have to face anything alone. I am here for you, to support and strengthen you in any way I can.”
With renewed resolve, I embraced the intertwined paths of vulnerability and strength, knowing that together, we would navigate the unknown and emerge stronger than before.
“Now, leave with your husband. We’ll continue when you return,” Margaret said, embracing me one last time before loosening her grip on me.
“Sorry, baby,” Nicholas said as we headed to our room, his hand gripping mine tightly.
As soon as we entered our room, he hugged me. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked, cupping my cheeks gently.
The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the undeniable magnetism drawing us closer.
My voice trembled slightly as I answered, my words laced with raw and unfiltered longing, “Yes, absolutely.”
With a rapid nod of my head, I conveyed my eagerness, my body yearning for the passion and connection that awaited us. I desperately needed this. I wanted him as badly as ever.
Before I could think further, his lips crashed onto mine with an urgency that mirrored the intensity of our emotions.
Our mouths moved in perfect synchrony, the pace unhurried yet fervent, as if we were reclaiming a forgotten passion.
A low moan escaped my lips, reverberating against his, as our tongues danced in an erotic tango.
“Old flames are acting like first-timers.”
I brushed his hand away and pulled my feet into his lap. His fingers began to massage the soles of my feet, working out the tense muscles.
He didn’t say anything while he did this, and I watched him. My mind was wondering about how this was going to end up.
He hummed to himself, and I couldn’t help but grin.
I didn’t think he even realized he was humming. He seemed peaceful and carefree. He looked beautiful, so beautiful.
His smile was soft, and his black eyes glowed with contentment. His humming calmed my rising panic, and I slumped back against the bed, a low moan of pleasure slipping out of my lips.
This was nice, and I loved it when he was sweet like this.
I didn’t know if it was the alcohol, but I was starting to like a lot of things about him, and it worried me deeply.
Perhaps it was the effect of him being all sweet since I walked in. Tonight was different, it was lovely, and my heart raced at the consequences of letting his sweet gestures get to me.
It was just an arrangement, we were nothing but sex partners. He had warned me against this, I had warned myself too. “No emotions attached.” I guess I had to remind myself of that. Daily. Hourly, really.
The problem was, that little reminder stopped working a few days ago, since I stepped in here, since he filled me up with alcohol, since he kissed me and drank from my lips, since he complimented my eyes and let his hand wander under my shirt, since he had his fingers slowly pinch my nipple, since he treated me like this was real. Like the agreement didn’t exist.
And I wasn’t sure how to stop myself from falling for the womanizer, for the incredibly handsome bastard. I might be too stubborn to admit it, but deep inside me, I knew I was feeling something I shouldn’t feel tonight.
We were enemies, just enemies who pleasured each other. Nothing less, nothing more, but there might be something more.
Either way, I was in deep trouble. My heart was bound to suffer an epic heartbreak by the end of all this. Of that, I was certain.
But that would only be possible if I let it get to me.
Nicholas watched me from beneath his lashes. His face was pensive. It seemed as though he wasn’t sure what I was thinking about, but I guess my body was completely relaxed.
NICHOLAS’S POV
She was exactly what I needed her to be. My fingers worked their way around to the tops of her feet and up her ankles, slowly massaging the muscles.
At first, it seemed like she was lost in thought, but she was so relaxed that she wasn’t even paying attention to my wandering fingers, and I smiled as I moved higher to her calves. I kneaded the muscles and let out a chuckle at her little sigh of pleasure that escaped.
I made it all the way to her knees before she realized what was going on. She bolted upright and stared at me, her eyes a little wild. I simply stared back for a moment, then continued my gentle massage around the back of her knees and up to her thighs.
I slowed my pace, just as the prompt said, but I soon increased the pressure of my fingers, soothing and kneading away the tension. She let out a little moan, but I still didn’t look up.
If I looked into her eyes, I might not be able to hold myself together. I might not be able to maintain this slow pace.