(Tom's POV)
The weight of what had just happened still hung in the air, but all I could focus on was the sensation of her in my arms. Lilac. She was no longer that girl who had been so innocent and sweet, always lingering in the background of my life. No, she had become something far more complex, far more dangerous. And I couldn't seem to get enough of her.
I hadn't felt this alive in years. The last time I had truly felt this way, I had been with my late wife, but this—this was something different. Something raw and unfiltered.
Her body was still warm against mine, her skin soft and inviting as I traced my fingers along her arm. Every touch was a reminder of the night we had just shared, and my body still throbbed with the memory of her beneath me.
Lilac stirred, her breath soft against my chest, and I felt the faintest smile tug at the corner of my mouth. She was still here, still with me, and it was almost as if the world had stopped moving when we had finally come together.
"Tom," she murmured, her voice sleepy but filled with a subtle urgency. She shifted in my arms, turning to face me. Her eyes were still dark with desire, and I could see the same hunger in them that I had felt earlier. "I want more," she whispered, her hand moving to rest against my chest.
I kissed her again, slow at first, but then the kiss deepened as our bodies pressed closer together. The passion was still there, smoldering beneath the surface, and I could feel her need echoing in every movement she made.
I had always tried to convince myself that what had just happened was a mistake, that it was just the result of too much grief and too many unresolved feelings. But looking at her now, feeling her hands on me, her lips on mine, I couldn't remember why I had ever fought this.
The age gap, the consequences, the taboo of it all—none of it seemed to matter. Not when I was with her.
Lilac's lips trailed down my neck, and I groaned softly as her kisses left a trail of fire across my skin. Her touch, her scent, everything about her was intoxicating. She had a way of making me forget everything else—the world, the people around us, the responsibility I carried as an older man.
All that mattered now was her.
"Tom," she whispered again, her voice heavy with need. "Please."
I knew what she wanted. I could feel her pressing against me, her body eager and wanting. I couldn't deny her. I didn't want to. The desire in me was too strong, too overwhelming.
With a groan, I rolled on top of her, my hands gripping her hips as I pressed into her, feeling the familiar warmth of her body wrap around me once again. She gasped, her hands clutching the sheets as she arched into me, meeting my every thrust.
It was slow at first—almost agonizingly so—but the tension between us only built, each touch, each kiss, every movement sending us both higher, closer to the edge. I couldn't seem to control myself.
She gasped my name again, her fingers digging into my back, urging me on, and I gave in, pushing deeper, harder, wanting to give her everything. She matched me, her body moving against mine in perfect rhythm, our breaths coming faster, the air thick with desire.
I lost myself in her, in the sensation of her body, in the way she made me feel alive again. It had been so long since I'd felt like this—desired, wanted, consumed by passion. Lilac was making me forget everything that had held me back for so long.
"Lilac," I moaned her name, barely able to speak as the pleasure built to a crescendo. She responded with a low, breathy laugh, her fingers tightening in my hair, pulling me closer.
I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her, and the knowledge of that made everything feel even more intense. It was like I had been reborn, my heart racing, my body alive in a way I hadn't felt in years.
As our movements grew more frantic, I could feel the tension building between us. It was unbearable, but we both pushed towards it, desperate to reach that release.
And when it came, it was explosive. A rush of heat, of pleasure, of fulfillment as I buried myself inside her one last time, feeling the world around us blur and collapse into nothing.
We both collapsed in a heap of tangled sheets, gasping for breath, our bodies slick with sweat. I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her as she rested her head against my chest.
I didn't know what this meant for us, or where this would lead. I wasn't sure if I was doing the right thing or not. But in this moment, none of that mattered.
Lilac had awakened something in me—something that I thought was gone forever.
And I couldn't walk away from it now.
(Lilac's POV)
The moment Tom pressed against me, his body hard and warm, I knew I was lost. There was no turning back now. He was everything I had ever wanted, everything I had imagined in my dreams. And now, here we were, tangled together in a way I had never thought possible.
I couldn't get enough of him. I had waited for this moment for so long, and now that it was happening, I wanted to savor every second of it. His hands were everywhere, his lips claiming mine, and I couldn't think about anything but him.
His body felt like heaven against mine, and every touch, every kiss, made me feel more alive than I had ever felt before. I knew he was conflicted, but I didn't care. He was mine now, and I was his.
"Please," I whispered, unable to stop myself. "I want more."
And when he kissed me again, the urgency in his touch making my heart race, I knew we were both too far gone. I wanted him. And I wasn't going to let him pull away this time.
As he moved inside me, I couldn't hold back the sounds of pleasure that escaped my lips. It felt so right, so natural, as though our bodies had been made for each other.
I matched his rhythm, moving with him, feeling the intensity of our connection in every thrust. There was no doubt, no hesitation anymore. I needed him, and he needed me.
When the world around us spun out of control, I didn't care. All that mattered was him. And this. And us.
And in that moment, I knew nothing would ever be the same.