Can you mend my broken heart?

She stood there all helpless, completely at his mercy as now she had no control over her senses. He had overpowered everything, her thoughts, her heart, her breath, and even her desires.

His eyes slowly shifted from her face to her neckline and then to her chest which was rising and falling all asymmetrically with just his close proximity. She saw him devouring her with just his eyes and her breath just hitched.

"Let me help you breathe". he said and both his hands went up to her shoulder and he pushed her trench coat down. As coat left the territory of her body and landed on the floor, she became more and more aware of her own vulnerability.

He gasped for air as he saw her body unravel. She was indeed a tempting gift. He leaned onto her and then placed his left hand on the door for support while his right hand lightly traced the skin of her jawline and then her neck, making her arch her head onto him.

His fingers moved down as her deep V neck dress gave him an ample amount of space to play around.

"Why your neck is so dangerously deep?", he mumbled close to her ears and his finger lurked at the dip of her cut and then he lifted his eyes to look into hers.

She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her with his eyes filled with nothing but want and hunger and some she managed to utter,

"I don't know".

"So you didn't choose to wear it to play with me?"

She looked at him for a second and then dropped her eyes down for she was the one guilty here.

He lifted her chin up and said,

"I do not think of you as a toy to play with. I tease you because I like it when you frown. I like it when your body responds to my invocation. I like it when it's only me who can touch you, who can violate you and who can pin you down", saying that he pulled her towards the full mirror inside his walk-in closet.

Making her stand in the front of the mirror, he stood behind her and said,

"You think I am toying with you right? But do you have any idea what happens to me when you play hard to get? Do you any idea how much restraint I need to put to not to violate you? And still, you call me a pervert?", he said and looked at her in the mirror.

Akira's ears reverberated with his statement. She had no answer to the question that he had asked. She had no argument to put forward for he had closed the case already. Even without looking at him, she could feel that his eyes were fierce. He hadn't touched her now, but she could feel the heat from his body and she kept her head held low.

"You don't believe me?"

He asked again but got no response.

So he inched closer, so close that there was no gap between her back and his chest and he said,

"Look in the mirror".

Akira slowly lifted her eyes up and saw him looking at her in the mirror. She saw him looking at her intently with all his attention and the moment their eyes met, she saw his lips part.

"I need to keep looking at me as. You cannot look away, not even for a second".

Saying that he pulled her hair to one side and kissed on her neck. It was a soft gentle kiss at first, but in no time it became all wet and hasty. All ecstatic, she closed her eyes just for a second when he whispered,

"Eyes on me Akira".

She opened her eyes for his command was all that she knew.

Slowly his tongue trailed down her neck and in no time he was nibbling on her shoulder. She moaned and withered in his arms, reeling under his touch.

Slowly he bent and started kissing every inch of her back. She arched in response and completely entrusted her body to him, for now she herself had no control over it.

Her head rested on his soldiers and her entire weight was supported by him, with his palm that rested on her lower back.

Then suddenly his lips stopped moving and he flipped her back in one single move. Her eyes opened all of a sudden and she could see his face in front of her, dying of hunger, with eyes brimming with nothing but desire.

Then looking at her he said,

"Now look into my eyes and tell me, is it lust or desire? Tell me? Tell me if you see a pervert in me?"

She looked into his eyes and all that she could see was nothing but pain.

Her eyes slightly turned misty and looking at him she just shook her head in denial. She cursed herself for calling him a pervert because she could clearly see that it had hurt him real bad. She had just spoken out of the blue because she was a bit mad at him. She didn't even mean one percent of what she had said.

She slowly raised her hand to hold his chest and said,

"I didn't mean it. Not even the tiniest part of it. Don't you know how I see you and how I feel about you?"

Saying that she held the collar of his shirt and hoisted herself up on her toes and kissed on his lips. Slowly her hands moved from the collar and circled around his neck and the mist in her eyes dropped down, trickling and touching the skin of both of them.

He had hesitated for a second, but the moment he could feel her tears on his skin he melted in an instant and his hands automatically embraced her and he lifted her up.

That kiss deepened in an instant, just like that just like a fire ignites a fire.