(Tom's POV)
The air around us felt thick, charged with an intensity I couldn't escape. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every breath a struggle as I fought to keep myself from doing something I knew I would regret. But the look in Lilac's eyes—the unwavering certainty, the hunger, the need—made it impossible to think clearly.
I could still hear the words she'd said to me, echoing in my mind, but it didn't matter anymore. She had always been the one thing in my life I couldn't ignore. From the first time I had met her, as a young girl at my best friend's house, I had known there was something different about her. She had always been just a little too close, a little too affectionate, and I had always tried to push those thoughts aside.
But now? Now, everything was different.
She was no longer that innocent girl. She was a woman, a woman who had loved me for so long, a woman who was offering me something I couldn't deny.
The guilt still gnawed at me, threatening to drag me back to reality, but her hands, soft and warm, moved over my body, her touch sending waves of desire through me. I couldn't stop myself. I could feel her need as much as my own, and it was overwhelming.
"You don't have to do this," I whispered, my voice hoarse as I held her in my arms, my hands trembling.
Lilac lifted her face to meet my gaze, her eyes filled with determination and a quiet longing that pulled me deeper into her. "I want to do this, Tom. I've always wanted to."
And with those words, the last of my resistance crumbled.
I kissed her again, slow and deep, letting my hands roam across her body, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my fingertips. Her response was immediate, her hands moving over me, desperate and urgent. I could feel her trembling, could feel how much she needed me, and it was both thrilling and terrifying.
I broke the kiss, my forehead resting against hers, as I fought for control. "Lilac, are you sure about this?" I asked, my voice thick with emotion.
She didn't hesitate, her hands caressing my face, her lips brushing mine as she whispered, "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
Her words were a final push, and with a deep breath, I let go of the last bit of hesitation I had left. I kissed her again, this time more urgently, my hands reaching for the buttons of her shirt. I could feel the heat between us intensify as the distance between us vanished.
I pulled her shirt off, throwing it aside, and my eyes caught the sight of her bare skin. I froze for a moment, unable to tear my gaze away. She was beautiful, more than I could have ever imagined, and the realization of what was about to happen made my heart race even faster.
"Are you sure?" I asked again, even though I knew the answer.
Lilac nodded, her breath quickening as she leaned in to kiss me once more. "I've waited for you, Tom. I've waited for this moment for so long."
That was all I needed.
I undid the rest of her clothing, carefully and gently, wanting to savor every moment, even though my body was screaming for more. When she was completely naked before me, I couldn't help but take in the sight of her, every curve, every inch of her body. She was perfect.
She reached for me, her hands pulling at my clothes, eager to get closer to me. The urgency in her movements matched my own, and soon, I was as bare as she was, our bodies pressed together, skin against skin.
I moved to kiss her again, and this time, there was no hesitation. I needed her, wanted her more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. I couldn't think about the consequences anymore, couldn't focus on the right or wrong of it all. All that mattered in that moment was her and me.
My lips traveled down her neck, kissing the soft skin of her collarbone, moving lower as I explored every inch of her with my mouth and hands. She gasped beneath me, her body arching in response to my touch, and I could feel her pulse racing in time with mine.
"Tom," she breathed, her voice full of need, "I want you."
I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anyone. I positioned myself above her, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked down at her, her eyes wide with anticipation.
With a deep breath, I slowly, carefully, entered her, feeling the tightness and warmth that only made me want her more. She gasped, her fingers gripping my shoulders as she tried to adjust to the sensation.
"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice strained with the effort to hold back.
She nodded, her face contorting slightly as she adjusted to the new sensation. "I'm fine, Tom. Just… just hold me."I kissed her again, deep and slow, as I began to move inside her. It was everything I had dreamed of, everything I had fought against. The sensation of her body beneath mine, the warmth, the tightness—it was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but give in to it.As I moved inside her, I felt her body begin to respond, her hips matching the rhythm of mine. She was so soft, so responsive, and everything about her felt perfect. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us, tangled in passion and desire.
I couldn't remember the last time I had felt this alive, this needed, this wanted. Every part of me was consumed by her, and I couldn't hold back anymore.
The intensity of our lovemaking grew, each kiss, each touch, a desperate need to feel more, to be closer. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, I felt the tension break, and we both tumbled over the edge together.
We lay there, tangled in the sheets, our bodies still connected, our breath coming in heavy gasps. I could feel her heartbeat against mine, and for the first time in so long, I didn't feel alone.
I pulled her into my arms, kissing the top of her head as I held her close. She was everything I had wanted, everything I had needed, and in that moment, I knew I couldn't let her go.
I had crossed a line I could never uncross, but I didn't regret it.
(Lilac's POV)
The moment Tom's body pressed against mine, I felt a rush of heat flood through me. This was it. This was what I had been waiting for, and I could barely keep myself from trembling with anticipation.
His lips were on mine again, his hands moving over my body like he couldn't get enough of me. It was everything I had imagined, and more.
When he finally entered me, I felt a sharp, brief pain, but it was followed by a wave of relief as he moved gently, allowing me to adjust. And then, everything blurred into pure sensation. His movements, slow and tender at first, became more urgent, more desperate, and I couldn't help but match him, my body instinctively moving in time with his.
I had saved myself for this moment, for him, and now that it was happening, I couldn't stop myself from pouring all of my love and desire into him.
His name escaped my lips in a breathless gasp, and I felt his grip tighten around me. He was just as lost in me as I was in him.
When the climax finally came, it was overwhelming, a rush of ecstasy that consumed us both.
We collapsed together, exhausted but completely satisfied, and I knew in that moment that there was no going back. We were bound, in every way possible.