The sun had begun to dip behind the horizon, casting a warm golden hue across the forest, turning the thick foliage into a shimring tapestry of green and amber. The light filtered through the trees in long shafts, illuminating flecks of dust and pollen in the air, making the woods seem alive, almost enchanted.
The path beneath their feet was a mix of soft earth and crisp leaves, crackling gently under their steps. Birds called in the distance, their songs faint and fading, while the air had begun to cool with the early evening breeze, carrying with it the musky scent of moss and pine.
Dera glanced sideways at him, her eyes held a question, a trace of curiosity that sparkled with mild impatience and a teasing undertone only he could recognize.
"Where exactly are you taking ?" she asked, the question light, but very much genuine. "You said you wanted to show sothing..."
She slowed her pace just enough to make him look back, the corners of her lips tilted in a half-smile, waiting for an answer.
He didn’t stop walking but turned slightly, enough for her to catch the brief gleam of amusent in his eyes. "You’ll see," he said, his voice deep and calm, threaded with mystery. "Just trust ."
That forest was said to be haunted at night, the reason people avoided the town once it gets dark. But being beside Williams, she didn’t feel an ounce of fear. Not even a flicker. She knew who he was, knew the kind of power he held within him, the kind that made monsters step aside and shadows behave. As long as he was near, she felt untouchable, like nothing in the world could get to her.
They kept walking, and the deeper they went, the denser the trees beca. The canopy above thickened, letting in just slivers of evening light. The air grew damper, cooler, filled with the fresh scent of flowing water. And soon, the sound of it reached her ears. The rhythmic splash of falling water sowhere ahead.
When they finally broke through the clearing and arrived at the top of a small waterfall, Dera stopped in her tracks.
Before them, water spilled gracefully from a ridge of smooth, dark rocks, tumbling into a crystal-clear pool below. The pool was surrounded by ferns and wildflowers, with fireflies beginning to wake and flicker in the fading light. The whole place felt hidden from the world, untouched. All the ti she spent in the town, she had never seen this place.
She turned slowly to look at him, surprise plain in her expression, her brows raised, eyes searching his face with a question she didn’t speak out loud.
He didn’t wait for her to ask. Instead, he gave her a soft, knowing smile, one that curled at the corners of his lips and ward his eyes.
"The water..." he began, his voice low and laced with sothing deeper, "It stirred up mories I couldn’t ignore."
As he spoke, his gaze held hers, but he wasn’t just seeing her. He was seeing sothing else too. Sothing from a ti before.
And in the space of a heartbeat, he was there again, in that mory. Five years ago.
***
The day had dragged endlessly. Williams had just returned from yet another tedious eting that had left him more irritated than accomplished. The sun was already setting, its heat clinging to the air as he stepped into the house. His shoulders were tense, his brow furrowed, and he barely made it past the front door when he spotted his mother gathering her things.
She was dressed, ready to go sowhere, her hands busy as she slipped earrings into her ears and reached for her shawl.
"Where are you going?" he asked, arching a brow as he dropped his keys on the wooden table by the door.
She looked up, adjusted her shawl, and replied calmly, "The Council head requested to see . I’m going to find out what he wants."
Williams only nodded, too tired to question further. He watched as she stepped out, closing the door softly behind her, and as soon as she was gone, he collapsed onto the couch and shut the world out.
But then, a while later, he heard a knock.
It echoed through the house, firm but not urgent. Williams frowned slightly, wondering who it could be. When he opened the door, all thought fled his mind.
Dera stood outside. The very human who had stolen his heart without even trying. He loved her, more than he could ever admit out loud, and he knew, without doubt, that she loved him too. But her father... her father was the reason he treaded carefully, taking things slow, not rushing what they both felt.
She was smiling, that soft, sweet smile that always managed to pull him out of whatever darkness he was sinking into.
"Hey... I saw you co in," she said, her voice that honeyed tone that always managed to get him lost whenever he heard it. "And I saw your mom go out a while ago... so I decided to co ask if you needed so company."
He stepped aside instantly, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Co in."
It wasn’t her first ti visiting his house, but the other tis had always been when his mother was ho. This ti felt different.
"How was your day, Dera?" he asked as she walked in.
She turned to look at him, that smile still lingering. "It was fine," she said. Then tilted her head slightly, eyeing him. "What about yours? You didn’t look too happy walking into the house."
He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just stressed. Work-related stuff."
"Well," she said, the light in her eyes shifting to sothing mischievous, "I have a redy for stress."
Williams raised a brow. "Do you?"
"Mhm." She nodded. "Let’s go to Mavuzia."
He blinked. "Mavuzia?" He asked, wondering what was happening there. Mavuzia was a small waterfall at the border of Monero.
She nodded again, her eyes sparkling with sothing unspoken.
"Is sothing going on there?" he asked, curious.
"Stress-relieving activities," she said, deadpan, though her eyes glinted with amusent. "I wanted to go, but I needed company... so I ca to you."
He didn’t hesitate. Not even a second. Within minutes, he had changed his clothes, grabbed his keys, and they were on their way.
The journey didn’t take long, but by the ti they arrived at Mavuzia, Williams was already alert, suspecting sothing. He scanned the area, expecting music, crowds, or so kind of event. But the place was as quiet and untouched as it had always been. The only sounds were the birds overhead and the soft, continuous rush of water. Not a single soul in sight.
Imdiately, he knew she was up to sothing.
But instead of confronting her, he waited to see what she had up her sleeves.
He didn’t have to wait long.
As they reached the edge of the water, Dera began to undress, slowly and deliberately.
Each movent was precise, languid, unhurried. She wasn’t facing him fully, but the sway of her hips, the gradual reveal of smooth skin, the way her fingers unbuttoned her blouse, it was enough to get him hard before she had even taken everything off.
And when she stood there in nothing but her bra and panties, a shower cap snugly covering her braids, she turned her face slightly, and gave him a smile.
Not just any smile. The most seductive one he had ever seen.
Then, without saying a word, she turned away, and jumped into the water.
Williams didn’t need an invitation. His clothes were off in seconds. He dove in after her, his blood on fire, his heart thundering, even though he kept trying to hold on to the control he’d mastered over ti.
But she wasn’t making it easy.
When he resurfaced, she had already swum to the far end of the pool, her face to him, her body glistening under the moonlight.
He swam to her, strong strokes cutting through the water, his muscles taut, every nerve in his body awakened.
As soon as he reached her, she claid his mouth in a kiss that set him ablaze.
She kissed him like a starving beast, raw and unrestrained, her hands locking around his neck as she deepened the kiss with a hunger he hadn’t known she possessed.
But what she didn’t know was that her kiss had awakened sothing in him, too. Sothing darker, sothing hungrier. A beast that had been sleeping inside of him, lying dormant, biding its ti.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her into him, their wet bodies colliding with a splash. He kissed her back with equal savagery, his mouth demanding, his hands gripping. He poured everything he had into that kiss, every ounce of longing, restraint, need.
By the ti they pulled apart, they were both breathless.
He looked into her eyes then, searching, needing confirmation.
"Are you sure about this?" his gaze asked.
And her expression said everything.
She had never been more sure of anything in her life.
Then she nodded and spoke.
"I’m sure. I want this," she whispered. "I want you to be the first."
Her voice shook a little, but her eyes held no doubt.
Williams froze, heart pounding. The words hit him like a bolt of lightning. She was a virgin. And she wanted him to be her first.
Pride swelled in his chest, warmth blooming in a place he didn’t know had been cold for so long. But at the sa ti, a wave of protectiveness surged through him.
The beast inside stirred again, but he tad it. He didn’t want to hurt her.
That night, under the full glow of the moon, with the sound of water surrounding them and the stars watching silently above, Williams made sweet, careful love to her.
Every touch was reverent, every kiss a promise. He was gentle, patient, and yet, each movent was laced with passion so fierce it threatened to consu them both.
In that sacred, hidden place, love blood in its purest, rawest form.
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