Novel Titanic
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I stumbled out of the car, my legs unsteady beneath me. Carlos was there in an instant, his strong arms steadying me as I swayed on my feet. His touch was firm, grounding me, but there was a tension in the way he held me, a controlled restraint that made me want to push further. "You're okay," he murmured, his voice low, almost soothing, as he guided me toward the front door.
But I wasn't okay. Not with the way my body reacted to his touch, not with the way my wolf stirred restlessly inside me, craving more of his presence. As we reached the door, I fumbled with my keys, my fingers trembling, not from the cold but from the heat coursing through me. I could feel him behind me, his presence overwhelming, his body so close that I could feel the heat radiating off him. Without thinking, I turned and pressed my lips to his.
The kiss was explosive. All the tension, all the unspoken desire that had been building between us, burst forth in an instant. Carlos didn't hesitate. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me against him, his lips moving against mine with a fierce intensity. It was as though all the restraint he had shown earlier had vanished, replaced by something raw and primal. We stumbled inside, the door slamming shut behind us as we continued to kiss, our hands fumbling with each other's coats. I tugged at his jacket, desperate to feel more of him, to be closer, and he responded in kind, his hands sliding over my body, pulling me closer still. My heart raced, my mind spinning from the intensity of it all.
As we crashed into the hallway, Carlos knocked over a toy I had left out earlier. The sound of it clattering to the floor jolted us both, and for a moment, we paused, breathing heavily, our foreheads resting against each other as we tried to catch our breath. The intensity between us didn't lessen, but there was a brief moment Chapter 38
of clarity in the chaos.
Carlos's eyes met mine, dark and filled with something primal, something that mirrored the desire burning inside me. "You need to rest," he murmured, his voice thick with restraint. But I didn't want to rest. I didn't want to stop. My body burned for him, and I could feel the tension still radiating from him, his control hanging by a thread. I slid my hands up his chest, feeling the hard lines of his muscles beneath his shirt. "Carlos..." I whispered, my voice low and filled with need. "Don't stop." His resolve shattered.
In an instant, his arms were around me again, lifting me off my feet as he carried me toward the bedroom. Our lips never parted as we stumbled through the hallway, our hands exploring each other's bodies with a desperate, fevered need. The fire between us burned brighter, consuming us as we fell onto the bed, our clothes discarded in a blur of passion.
Carlos hovered over me, his lips fierce against mine, his hands roaming over my body with a reckless abandon. His once calm and controlled demeanor had crumbled completely, replaced by a raw desperation that matched my own. I arched into him, my body responding to every touch, every kiss.
We tumbled from the bed to the floor, our passion intensifying with every passing second. Without hesitation, Carlos scooped me up and carried me into the bathroom. The cool tiles beneath us were a sharp contrast to the heat between our bodies, but it only fueled the fire burning between us. His lips were
everywhere-on my neck, my shoulders, my chest-each kiss more desperate than the last.
His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer, and I wrapped my arms around him, urging him on, wanting more. The world outside ceased to exist-there was only us, lost in the wild, reckless passion that neither of us could control. Carlos's restraint had vanished completely, and I welcomed it. Every touch, every
kiss, every breath was filled with the intensity of the moment, the undeniable connection that had finally broken free. In that moment, nothing else mattered.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.
The next morning, I woke with a groan, my head pounding and my thoughts foggy. The soft light of dawn streamed through the curtains, illuminating the mess of clothes scattered on the floor.
The memories of last night came flooding back in disjointed fragments-Carlos, the kiss, the heat of his body against mine. My breath caught in my throat as I tried to piece it all together, feeling the weight of my actions settle on my chest. What had I done? I sat up abruptly, clutching the blanket around me, my heart pounding. How could I have let things get so far? My mind raced, replaying the wild moments of the night before. Carlos... My cheeks burned at the thought of him-his touch, the way he looked at me, the passion that ignited between us.