Once, my paranoid love

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With his head resting on Elena’s shoulder, he breathed deeply, feeling the rise and fall of her chest beneath him. In the embrace of their closeness, he couldn’t help but close his eyes, savoring the tranquil pleasure of the moment.

As he nestled closer to her, he couldn’t help but think, ‘You are, without a doubt, my favorite sleeping spot.’ Her presence was a source of comfort and serenity, a sanctuary where he could find solace and peace.

The soft rhythm of their breaths, the gentle beating of their hearts-it all melded into a soothing lullaby, a symphony of contentment that washed over them. He let go of the world outside, allowing him to be enveloped by the warmth and tenderness that surrounded them.

In that state of bliss, he lost track of time, unsure of when his eyes had gradually closed.

Elena’s POV.

I couldn’t resist any longer. The longing in my heart had grown too strong and the desire too intense to be denied. As I gazed into his eyes, a silent understanding passed between us, and I leaned in, my lips finally meeting his.

His lips, the very place I had always yearned to kiss but had held back out of fear, were now mine to explore. It was a moment of surrender, a choice made by my heart over my head. I knew he would never be easy on me, but I couldn’t deny my feelings any longer.

The kiss was passionate, a declaration of love that had remained hidden for far too long. I wanted to leave a mark on his heart, a lasting impression that would be my answer to all the unspoken questions that had lingered between us.

As our lips danced together, I felt his touch ignite a fire within me, a fire I had yearned for with every fiber of my being. In that moment, I gave myself completely to him, allowing him to do as he pleased, and in return, I did what my heart desired.

I felt his every touch which I yearned for. I let him do whatever he wanted, and I let myself do whatever I wanted.

**

After a few moments of shared intimacy, I slowly opened my eyes, my gaze drifting towards the window of the car. The world outside was still cloaked in the shroud of night, but hints of a new day were beginning to emerge on the horizon.

Paul lay beside me, his features softened by sleep, and I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Gently, I started stroking his hair, my fingers tracing the contours of his face with a tenderness that mirrored the affection I felt for him.

As I continued to caress him, I found myself humming a poem, one that had been recited by my mom in times long gone by. The words of the poem held a special place in my heart, a reminder of the love and warmth that had once surrounded me.

The world outside the car began to stir, slowly coming to life as the first rays of dawn kissed the sky. The gradual illumination of our surroundings signaled that a new day was on the horizon, a day filled with promise and possibilities.

I lowered my voice as I continued to hum the poem, the melody a soothing backdrop to the quiet moments we shared. Paul, still holding me tightly in his sleep, seemed to find comfort in my presence, his grip a testament to the connection we had forged.

A sudden pang of anguish coursed through me, causing me to close my eyes tightly. My body ached, particularly my back muscles and lower body, from his brutal tortures and after our passionate encounter we had just shared. Despite the physical discomfort, I gently cradled Paul’s head on the seat next to me, a fond smile tugging at my lips as I looked at him.

“Paul,” I whispered his name softly, my voice tinged with a mixture of love and vulnerability. His presence beside me, even in this moment of pain, was a comfort I cherished.

I continued, my fingers lightly stroking his hair, “Do you know how much I love you?” I paused, my gaze locked on his sleeping form. “But sometimes, it feels as though love isn’t enough,” I confessed. “Are you sure you love me?”

In the quiet of the car, with the first light of dawn seeping in through the window, I allowed my feelings to spill out. “Because in loving you,” I murmured, my lips brushing against his in a gentle kiss, “you’ve given me the power to hurt you too.”

It was a bittersweet realization, one that hung in the air as I held him close.

I stepped out of the car naked after planting a farewell kiss on Paul’s sleeping lips. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel the usual discomfort or pain that usually follows such encounters. My body had grown accustomed to the intensity of our love-making and his beatings.

The stain on my back, a mark of our last shared moments, had already turned black and crimson. It served as a vivid reminder of the cruelty I had once shared, now etched onto my skin as a permanent memory.

With each step, I made my way back to my room, the weight of our final meeting heavy on my heart. The world outside was already bathed in the soft light of daybreak, a stark contrast to the darkness of our shared moments in the car.

I knew deep down that this was the last time Paul and I would be together like this. The realization hung in the air, a painful truth that I had accepted. I would soon be far away from him, leaving behind the passionate and complicated love we had shared.

In the light of day, I knew that I was taking a step forward, leaving behind the intensity of my love for a chance at a new beginning. The distance between us would be vast, but it was a necessary separation for both of our sake.

I laughed while thinking about all of that.

‘Why am I in a chilly mood? Is this because I had passionate sex with him? Or is this because I am going to leave him forever?’ I felt my eyes fill up with tears.