chapter 4 When Darkness Kisses in Sleep

The room was drenched in shadows, and yet, somehow, I could see him........a man whose presence only enough to make me go insane loose all my control......his aura his charm everything was so charismatic........

although his face wasn't clear to me as I didn't saw any of his pic while stalking.....

He wasn’t standing—he was hovering. Like the darkness had shaped itself into a man and decided to wear his face. My breath caught the moment his gaze found me. It wasn’t the kind of look that asked permission—it was the kind that took everything.

He stepped closer, and the air thickened, my chest tightening as if my heart knew something my mind hadn’t caught up to.

A single finger grazed my chin, tilting my head up. His touch burned.

“You hide too much, Neysha,” he whispered, his voice low enough to feel rather than hear.

“I…” My words dissolved as his thumb brushed the corner of my mouth, dragging slowly, deliberately, like he was memorising the shape of my silence.

“You keep your chaos caged,” he said, his tone both dangerous and tender, “but I… I know what you look like when you break.”

His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer until my breath tangled with his. My pulse was a war drum.

“This isn’t holy,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He smiled like a sin that had been waiting centuries to be committed.

“Good,” he murmured, leaning in until his lips came too close to me his hot breath was touching my mouth i wanted to him to claim me is it sin i was lost............but why he didn't jait kissed me ........our lips were too close like it's almost only a layer of air may be between us......but too far to called a kiss ....... “Holiness has no place in what I’m about to do to you.”

The world melted. My back hit the wall. His hands roamed—possessive, unhurried, claiming every inch like I belonged to him before I’d even met him.

And God, it felt like I did.

His mouth finally touched my chin—hard, consuming----he wasn’t kissing me he was exhaling his hot breath but it's feel like he is owning me.

 My knees buckled, but he held me there, his body pressing mine into the shadows. Every second was the calm before a storm so violent it could drown me. And I wanted to drown.

Just when his lips trailed down my neck, when his breath scorched my skin, when my hands clutched his shirt as though it could keep him in this moment forever—

I woke up.

Heart racing. Breath ragged. Sheets tangled around me like evidence of a struggle. My lips tingled with a ghost of his kiss.

The clock glared at me from the bedside table.

9:00 AM.

My hands pressed against my face.

It was a dream.

It had to be a dream.

But why… why could I still smell him on my skin?

I woke up.

Heart racing. Breath ragged. Sheets tangled around me like evidence of a struggle. My lips tingled with a ghost of his kiss.

The clock glared at me from the bedside table.

9:00 AM.

My hands pressed against my face.

It was a dream.

It had to be a dream.

But why… why could I still smell him on my skin?

I sat up, running my fingers through my hair, the sunlight filtering in like it had no idea it had just interrupted something sinful. My throat was dry, my skin hot, my heartbeat refusing to slow.

I reached for my phone before I could think.

The screen lit up — no new messages.

My chest tightened.

I placed it down. Picked it up again. Checked twice, three times. Still nothing.

Why wasn’t he texting? Didn’t he… know?

I bit my lip, staring at the dark screen like I could will it to light up. The dream had left me trembling, aching, and now I was trapped in the waiting. Every second without his name appearing felt like an insult, like the world was keeping him from me on purpose.

My mind ran in circles—did he dream of me too? Could he feel me even from wherever he was? Or worse… was he with someone else right now, touching her the way he’d touched me in that shadowed place?

I hated that thought so much I gripped my phone tighter, as if holding onto it was the only way to hold onto him.

Then—

The screen lit up.

Manan.

My breath caught.

The message was short.

“Did you sleep well, Neysha?”

My skin prickled. My hands went cold. He never asked about my sleep.

And yet, in that moment, I felt it.

He knew.

Somehow, he knew exactly what I had dreamed.

The screen still glowed with his name.

My thumb hovered over the keyboard, but my mind was still in that dream, still against that wall, still tasting the heat of him.

I typed, “I… slept.”

Erased it.

Typed again. “Why do you ask?”

His reply came before my breath could steady.

“Because I was there.”

My pulse slammed into my ears. My phone nearly slipped from my hand.

There?

I swallowed hard, fingers shaking as I typed, “What do you mean?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. You woke up shaking, didn’t you? Breathing like you’d run for your life… or like you’d just been touched in a way you weren’t ready to admit.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, heat rushing to my cheeks, my thighs pressing together instinctively.

I hated how he could get inside my head.

Hated it.

Loved it.

“You’re insane,” I typed, though my hands trembled so hard the words almost came out wrong.

His reply was almost instant.

“No. I’m inside you. Even when I’m not there.”

I stared at the words, my breath caught halfway between a gasp and a moan. I could still feel the dream—his grip on my neck, his mouth on mine. It was as if he had stolen it from my sleep and now held it hostage.

“What… what did you see?”

His answer was a blade wrapped in silk.

“You. Against the wall. Eyes half-closed, lips trembling, pretending you didn’t want me. My hand on your neck, my thumb tracing that spot under your jaw that makes you melt. You tasted like you’d been starving for years.”

My nails dug into my palm.

I had never told him. Not one detail. And yet…

He knew.

“You’re making this up.”

“Then why are you breathing like that right now?” he sent back.

And I realised I was — shallow, uneven, heat coiling low in my stomach.

He didn’t wait for my answer.

“Tell me, Neysha… when you woke up, were your sheets tangled around your legs? Did your lips still burn? Was your heartbeat loud enough to wake the dead?”

I bit my lip so hard it hurt. Every word was dragging me back into that dream, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to escape.

“You shouldn’t…” I began.

“Shouldn’t?” he interrupted. “You mean I shouldn’t be saying what you’re dying to hear? Or I shouldn’t make you remember how my mouth felt on your neck, the way you arched into me like your body knew who it belonged to?”

I almost dropped the phone. My entire body was trembling now, but not from fear. From want.

“Manan…”

“Say it like you did in the dream.”

My heart lurched. I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. My fingers wouldn’t move.

Then another message appeared.

“It’s alright, Neysha. You can try to cage this, but your body will always betray you. Just like it did last night. And the more you try to hide, the more I’ll drag you out into the dark with me.”

I didn’t realise I was breathing so fast until a sharp knock on my door snapped me back into the room. The phone was still in my hand, his words blazing on the screen, searing themselves into me.

And yet, instead of fear, I felt something far more dangerous.

*NEEDS

She stared at the screen, her pulse drumming in her ears. Her fingers hovered over the keys, but her body already knew the truth she didn’t want to type.

Neysha: Then ruin me.

The typing dots appeared instantly.

And somewhere deep inside, she knew… this wasn’t the beginning of something.

This was the point of no return.

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