My lips were bleeding too. I could taste the blood. It was ironish, and I didn't really like it.
I didn't understand anything. Suddenly Kumar parted from me, and I was thrown to the floor. I crashed down on my knees. I didn't look up to see what happened. I heard crashing and breaking, and then I felt a strong gust of wind. I looked up to see Kumar gone.
My cheeks were wet with tears. My shoulder and lips were bleeding. I was almost naked. My body trembled, and Liam rushed towards me with a blanket.
He pushed me towards the bed and made me sit down.
"You should have called me." He said softly.
I saw that the tray of food was thrown down near the bedroom door in a haste. He must have come to serve dinner on bed and then the tray must have fallen from his hands when he saw what was actually happening.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"I didn't c-call you. He blackmailed m-me. He said h-he would kill m-my p-parents."
He put his hands on mine. I saw my parents and Rafael driving safely downhill. I looked at him in amazement.
"Yo-you can d-do that?" I asked. My voice was shaking.
He nodded.
"You are okay now." Liam assured me.
He brought a piece of cotton and some Dettol. He removed the blanket from my shoulder and placed the cotton there carefully. I winced in pain. The cotton soon soaked the blood, and then he took another piece of cotton and soaked it in Dettol and placed it there. A hiss escaped my lips in pain. I gasped.
He then turned to my lips. He touched my lips with his fingers. Then he wiped away the blood with cotton. He looked at me.
"I am so sorry." He apologised.
"No. Don't be. None of this is your fault."
He looked at me. His face sagged and I didn't like to see him like this. I mean, he was this sad because of me.
"Why did he do that to you? He could have fought with me. He could have hurt me, he could have-"
"He told me that to increase his life force, he-"
"That crazy-" He stopped. He looked at me.
I forced a smile on my face. He put his hand on my cheek. He inched closer.
"Sarah." My name escaped his lips. I felt his breath on my face. Wait, do souls breathe?
"I'm sorry." He said again.
"Why are you-"
His lips touched mine. But instead of pushing him back, I kissed him back. I returned him his love. I felt him growing more comfortable, and his nervousness reducing. Soon I was in his arms, and we occasionally parted to breathe and then came back together. We were clasped in each other's bodies, and never meant to separate. Oh, how good could my life ever be? This was definitely the happiest moment I've ever experienced.
"I felt so different since the day I met you. I don't know why, but you're so different. Thank you for coming in my life. Thank you, for showing me the light." He whispered as we parted for the umpteenth time.
"No, Liam, thank you for caring so much for me. You had always been there whenever I needed any help, and today you saved me. I love you with all my heart, and do not wish to be parted from you. Never from now on."
He smiled at me. We kissed again, and this time, it was more vigorous- our lips rubbed roughly and violently with each other. I jumped on him, and he seemed to be relaxed with me body weight. He fell back and soon I was lying on him. It was the most delightful feeling ever.
He was happy. I could feel it. I could see it in his eyes as well.
"William." I whispered in his ears.
"Yes." He mumbled.
"I think.. You deserve my love. You deserve it."
"You should eat." He said. "I'll make you something light. Sorry the tray fell from my hands."
I laughed. "Stop diverting the topic. Listen."
He moaned as I kissed his lips again. "You deserve it." I said. "My love. You need it."
"Are you willing to? I don't want to force you."
"You're not forcing me. I'm suggesting you to. Plus it'll be fun." I added.
He laughed softly. Then he looked at me again.
"You need my life force." I whispered in his ears.
Then we began.
He was a gentleman- he didn't force me to do anything. He enjoyed it, but he didn't do anything in haste. Also, he wasn't those kind of guys who was desperate for it; he was soft and light and gentle- he was decent and humble, even while we were making love. If I would have been the old me, I would have hated myself for doing this with a man who I hadn't even known for a week. But this was far more than that- I knew him far more than what I would have known any guy after decades. As if I knew him for centuries.
Every moment I spent was beautiful. Every moment with him was a bliss. Nothing could be more perfect than this. Nothing could ever make me feel better.
Funny that I ever thought that I would not be naked. The old me would have died of shame. And I swear, if it wouldn't have been him, I would have died of shame indeed. But he was different. He didn't make me feel ashamed; he didn't make me feel afraid. Is this love, or more than even love?
Weird that I hadn't known him for much time, but now I was ready to do anything and everything for him- I could give up my life for him, my soul for him, my life force for him.
"I think we should stop." Liam said, after sometime.
This disturbed me. Did he not feel the way I felt? Did I interpret his feelings the wrong way?
"Why?" I asked, reluctant.
"I don't want to make you weak."
"You aren't." I snapped.
"You don't realise, but with each moment we spend together like this, I'm sucking out your life force." He bit his lip.
"I don't care."
"You're growing weak." He said.
"Shut up." I moaned, wanting more. Love is never enough.
"Then be ready for the worse." He smirked and laughed, as he fell back in bed and covered us with the blanket.