Bound by fate:the vampire CEO's bride

Chapter 14: A Dangerous Game of Love

The tension in that room was so thick a person could have cut it with a knife as Damien and Amara stood abreast to face whatever danger lurked out there in the dark, the rattling of that door being the continuous reminder their worlds were about to shift. again. But in one fleeting instant, something connected them. The fear blocking their hearts began to slip; they let in something deeper.

Damien's grip on Amara's wrist slackened; his eyes met hers. It was almost unbearable, the whirlwind that had brewed in his gaze, a strong storm that would stop at nothing. The world outside receded for a moment.

"We can't let them control us, Amara," Damien whispered thickly. "I won't let anyone hurt you.

The sincerity in his tone quickened her heartbeat. She knew that Damien had always been protective, but hearing the weight of that protection in his words was enough to stir something deep within her. It was a promise-more than the will to protect her, to be there for her against all odds.

"I don't want to run anymore," she replied, her voice steady but filled with vulnerability. "I'm not scared of what's out there, Damien. I'm scared of losing you."

The words hung in the air, heavy and raw, as if she'd confessed something much more dangerous than she'd meant to. But in the silent moment that followed, Damien's hand softly cupped her face, his thumb rubbing against her cheek with a soothing touch.

"You won't lose me," he whispered, his lips only a couple of inches from hers. "I won't let that happen. Not ever.

The heat of his breath danced across her lips, the undeniable pull between them palpable. She wanted to believe him-to believe that no matter what happened, they would be okay. But the uncertainty of their situation loomed large. Still, in this moment, she couldn't fight the surge of longing that flooded her chest.

His lips skimmed across hers in a kiss light as a feather, yet with electricity tingling down her spine. Amara's eyes fluttered shut as his hand went to the back of her neck, tugging her in closer. The next second, he had his mouth pressed upon hers deeper and more unhurried, very deliberate, seeming to enjoy each moment, each second together.

Her hands rose and touched his chest, where she could feel the rapid beating of his heart beneath his shirt. She could taste the hint of danger on his lips, but there was something else there-something softer, more vulnerable. He was giving her a part of himself he had never shared with anyone before, and she was giving him everything in return.

When they finally pulled away, both of them breathless, Amara's chest heaved in her effort to compose herself. The kiss had left her dizzy, her mind clouded with desire. But there was no time to dwell on that moment, to bask in the after-effect of their kiss. There was still danger lurking at the door, ready to tear them apart.

We have to keep moving," Damien said in a low, strained voice, his eyes still clinging to hers as if he could not quite let go of the intensity they had shared. "We can't afford to get distracted.

But Amara saw how his hands shook, the way he clenched his jaw, struggling to restrain himself. She knew he was not only trying to save her from outside danger but was trying to save himself from feelings threatening to overwhelm him.

I don't want to run," she repeated, her voice stronger now, resolute. "I want to stay. I want to fight with you."

Damien's eyes went soft for one brief moment, a flash of something tender in his gaze. But like a wall going up, his expression hardened again, and he looked away.

He looked in her eyes and said in a low gruff voice, "I won't be able to let you get hurt. You mean too much to me."

The words he spoke cut at Amara's heart. She understood the need to protect her, but she wasn't some fragile doll to be wrapped up and hidden somewhere. Amara was strong, and she wanted to be at his side-not as a bystander, but as an equal, someone who could stand with him and help fight.

Damien faced her again, his hands rose to her shoulders, pressing into her shoulders firmly yet so tenderly. "You mean everything in the world to me, Amara. And I will never let anything take you from me. But we have to be smart about this.

She nodded, her pulse still racing from the kiss, from the weight of his words. She had never imagined it would be like this-facing danger with a man who could make her heart race with just a look, a touch. Yet here they were, on the cusp of something dangerous and thrilling.

"Then let's be smart together," she said, her voice full of resolve.

A small, almost imperceptible smile curled the edges of Damien's lips. For just a second, it made her heart stutter. "Alright," he said, his voice hushed, as though the mere sound held within it the weight of their fate. "We move now. And we fight.

Amara didn't need another word. She just trusted him completely, with all the chaos that was surrounding them. She knew there was no going back now. No matter what, she was in it with him—heart, soul, and everything in between.

As they walked through the house, Amara could feel his body heat close to her, the space between them charged with magnetic energy. The kiss had started something deep inside her, something impossible to ignore anymore. It was not just the danger drawing her in; it was him, Damien. His touch, his warmth, the feeling that she was the only one in the world around him.

But even as they moved through the darkened halls, her thoughts kept returning to the danger they were facing. Would they make it through this? Would their love be enough to save them?

Just as they reached the back door, the sound of footsteps approaching from outside made her heart skip. Damien's hand found hers, squeezing it tightly as if he was afraid of losing her.

"I won't let anything happen to you," he whispered, his lips nibbling against the side of her neck.

A sudden car revving up its engine somewhere in the distance startled them, freezing them. The game was going to take on a dangerous twist, and there was no avoiding it.

Before Amara could react, Damien's eyes widened in realization. "We're not alone," he whispered urgently. "Get down." But it was too late. The door was already being pushed open from the outside, and a cold, menacing voice drifted in. "Time's up, Damien. Choose."