Chapter 428: My Past Life
"Thank you." it broke his heart when the voice came so detached. All the emotions she was going through were there, yet he was not part of them anymore.
Her lowered head where he could not see her eyes anymore felt like they were in two different worlds. She had built a wall around herself where she was not trusted anymore. A pang of guilt filled him and he tried to hold her. He had expected a struggle. But surprisingly, she let him.
She raised her head and smiled at him. But with those teary eyes, he did not want to see her smile. He wanted her to trust him and lean on him when needed.
"Nora, I trust you." The words felt urgent and she raised her head to meet his eyes. She smiled softly and shook her head.
"You do not need to force yourself or lie. I know my story did not make any sense." she watched their entwined hands with marvel as if she was watching them for the first time.
"I am already blessed that you are willing to help me unconditionally even when you do not believe my story. It is more than enough for me." she smiled and then leaned to kiss him.
Alric welcomed her lips. Like a starving man had finally received a dew of honey, he sucked on her lips desperately. The kiss was full of hunger. Nora wrapped her arms around his waist when he pulled her closer and opened her mouth.
He trembled as he kissed her, his hands cradling her face with a desperation that spoke of sleepless nights and aching loneliness. His lips moved over hers with slow, aching hunger, drinking her in like she was the only thing keeping him alive.
He sucked on her lips as if memorizing their softness, his breath shaky, uneven. When she parted her mouth, he groaned, deep and raw, and deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against hers in a slow, searching dance. There was no rush—only the silent plea to feel, to heal, to hold on.
Nora wrapped her arms around his waist, grounding him as he shuddered against her. Her fingers clung to the fabric of his shirt, as if afraid he might vanish if she let go. He kissed her harder, with more urgency, but there was no aggression—only the overwhelming need to be close, to pour everything he couldn’t say into the press of his lips.
He lingered, his mouth trailing soft, desperate kisses along her lips, returning to them again and again, never pulling away for too long, as if afraid this moment would end. And when their foreheads finally rested together, breathless and trembling, the pain that had once felt unbearable faded—if only for a moment.