Page 39 of Overdosed: Her Dark Side
“Shane, we’re in an elevator.” Her voice came out breathless. “That’s not decent.”
My body slammed against hers, and she locked her legs around my waist even tighter, taking a grip of my hair to pull me in for a kiss. Teasingly, I nibbled her bottom lip, causing a moan to escape her lips. A moan that I sipped off of her mouth like a thirsty man. My tongue past her parted lips and I kissed her demandingly. Melanie grabbed the handrail to support herself while I roamed one of my hands between her thighs, parting her legs to have better access to her core. I slid my fingertips over the lacy fabric, and her breath quickened. I felt her legs shiver while I pushed the edge of her thong to the side and gently circled my fingertips around her bud.
“I’ve been decent for too long. I got bored of it,” I growled against her lips, shoving my fingers inside her wet center.
Her head fell back, resting against the steely wall, filling the small interior with her increasing moans.
God, I wanted her so badly. Right here. Right now. But I knew it was just a matter of time before the maintenance would come to check on the issue. And I didn’t want this moment to look like this. To be rushed. I wanted to savor every second of it, every inch of her body I longed for three long years. I wanted this moment memorable, not just a hurried tryst in a stalled elevator. She deserved better than that.
“Not here. Not like this,” I growled, coming undone because of her. It took all my willpower to resist my lust for her.
Our gazes locked as I slowly slid my fingers out of her and licked them.
“Oh God.” She sighed, sinking her teeth in her bottom lip.
“We should get out of here,” I growled, clicking the button to resume the elevator.
Melanie nodded, her breath still coming in quick, uneven gasps. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair a mess, only adding to her allure. She couldn’t have looked more attractive.
As the elevator doors pinged open, the maintenance team was already there, staring at us, perplexed.
“Are you okay, Mr. Vergoossen?” one of them asked.
“Never better,” I replied with an unapologetic smirk.
Melanie burst out in laughter, covering her face in embarrassment, and I joined in. Giggling like a pair of teenagers who got caught hooking up in the school’s bathroom, I grabbed Melanie’s hand and led her in a yearning run toward my car. The way to my apartment felt like an unbearable battleground of temptation, every mile filled with fleeting gazes of desire.
The door slammed shut behind us as we finally reached my apartment. Tangled in a heated encounter, kissing each other as if our very existence depended on it. The hunger we had suppressed in the elevator now surfaced, an undeniable lust that neither I nor her could resist. My fingers traced Melanie’s curves with the same desire as three years ago, and her body responded with equal lust to my touch.
I broke our kiss to dance playfully with my tongue around her earlobe before I whispered, “You’re mine.”
Gasping for breath, she murmured back, “I’m yours. All yours.”
I gazed into her eyes, drowning in their intensity, and for a moment, time stood still. I lifted her princess-style and carried her to my bedroom, surrendering to the desire that had lingered between us for far too long.
The afternoon light swept through the curtains, casting a glow on the sheets tangled around our naked bodies. My fingers traced Melanie’s bare skin, memorizing every curve, every contour, or how her body quivered under my touch. The only thing breaking the serene silence was the sound of our heavy breaths. I cast a glance at the beauty lying beside me, her tousled hair, and the peaceful expression on her face. She was absolutely gorgeous. My lips curled in an involuntary smirk at the memory of us making love. The sensation was still vivid in my mind. After three long years of yearning, we finally became one again. Like two halves of a single soul who finally found their way back to each other. What we had was real. Invincible. A love that had endured the test of time, growing stronger with every obstacle we had to face.
“What are you thinking about?” Melanie stirred beside me.
“Us,” I inhaled the scent of her.
She lifted her head, and her eyes met mine. “I want you to be mine, Shane,” she said in a hushed murmur. “Mine only.”
“I am yours, Melanie. From the moment I met you, I was yours. And I’ll always be.”
Her eyes bore onto mine for a moment, before she leaned in to kiss me.
The moment felt surreal. I kept chasing her for three long years. Did I finally manage to catch her?
On Sunday evening, I took Melanie and Hope to Karl and Elena’s for dinner. As soon as we entered the house, Karl’s eyes lit up at the sight of Hope. A rare smile touched his lips, something I’d rarely seen, if ever. Both Elena and Aaliyah seemed to adore Hope from the very first moment, which made me feel content.
“You’ve grown up so much,” Melanie stated as she chatted with Aaliyah.
Instinctively, I assessed my younger half-sister, noting Melanie was right. I hadn’t realized when this little girl had become a teenager. Her pitch-black hair, which she used to wear in braids, was now left loose, reaching her waist. Her girlish face was now enhanced with make-up that made her seem more like a woman, though in my eyes, she was still just a kid—my little sister.
“Yeah, I’m turning sixteen in a month.” Aaliyah smiled at Melanie. I can’t wait for my sweet sixteen. My parents are preparing a party for me. Will you come? With Shane?”
Melanie glanced at me unwittingly, her teeth running over her bottom lip fleetingly as if she wasn’t sure how to respond. “We will see.”
