Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 48

Finally, it turns out that Ryan found Farah. At first, Ryan sees Farah from a distance, in a place where open grasslands are shaded by a natural canopy that comes from the forest. Farah lay helpless like a naked fairy under the protruding orchid plant. Farah's back was facing Ryan, covered by her long hair.. Farah's concave lines of cheeks and eyebrows were barely visible under the hair framing her face.

Ryan mentioned Farah's name once, then, realizing the intense emotion she was expressing through that one word, Ryan chose to be silent, as he ran towards Farah.

Farah took a shower. When he finished, he was about to wash his shabby clothes but a severe headache attacked him. He lay down for a while, but fell asleep. Later, though He began to believe that He might never hear it again, someone called his name. His instincts tell him that he is no longer alone. Farah turned and looked at Ryan.

Finding Farah alive and seemingly unharmed jolts every feeling that's inside Ryan, who's been struggling for the past few days. The relief felt like a puff of breath that was too bright to see.

"I'll ask Keith to include your name in the Dark Devil history archive. Twice escaping from a mafia base in the middle of the sea can be an amazing record."

Ryan's presence slowly enters Farah's consciousness, and he hears not Ryan's words, but the man's voice. The tone of the voice was fresh and light, low and charming by intelligence, and not too evasive a feeling, as Ryan might have expected.

Farah gasp. Right now, even standing up required more strength than she had, so Farah reached out to hug the part of Ryan's body she could reach, which happened to be Ryan's leg.

"Ryan!" whispered Farah softly. Farah's voice did not shake, a proof of her assertiveness and self-control.

The problem was that Farah could not stop saying it. And after Farah had said it many times, she changed it to, "Is this really you?" Farah repeatedly muttered those words in the form of whispers.

Of all the reactions Farah might have shown, Ryan had absolutely no anticipation for this kind of reaction. Ryan looked down at Farah's head, familiarizing himself with the girl's closeness. At her feet, Ryan could feel the warm touch of Farah's breasts, the gentle movement of the up and down breath. Farah's long hair enveloped Ryan's leg calves and looked like a black net over his boots, as Farah pressed her lips to the side of her knee.

After two more weeks of anger, after searching for Farah with a sense of unease, all the possibilities that might occur forced Ryan to accept the situation when he found Farah.... The horrifying shadow of what Farah might face, which was lost when she found the girl alone, again strikes back at her feelings in full force. Ryan knew full well the nightmare a woman with no experience faced on an empty island like this. After a long period of hesitation, Ryan sat down beside Farah, and placed his left hand on Farah's head to gently caress her long shiny hair.

Farah mentioned Ryan's name again, with a hoarse-sounding voice, and as if there were tears and hair in the girl's mouth. Ryan's fingers searched and pulled a pinch of hair that stuck to Farah's dry lips, and as the tip of his finger swept across Farah's mouth, he felt the hot contact radiating all over her body. She was so stupid, kneeling here and permeating all of that. Ryan felt confused, He could not recognize himself in the midst of the outpouring of emotions that rose within him.

However, Farah did not see that outburst of emotion on Ryan's facial expression. Farah watched with mixed feelings, between fear and gratitude, as Farah found her clothes under the tree and handed them to her.

"Trying to cover up all the things is very difficult to resist" Ryan said.

With steady, light, and familiar movements, Ryan went to stand on the trunk of the fallen tree, which was sustained by its roots still embedded in the ground. Then, it barely gave Farah the time to react to her comment, "Dispose of your clothes, Farah. Do it fast." The words were spoken harshly even though the tone of his voice sounded soft.

Ryan could see Farah was surprised to hear that. Farah's nerves were as elated and shocked as Ryan's, and Ryan watched Farah who stood with difficulty, seeing Farah drop her clothes because her hands were numb, and realized with a jolted feeling that Farah needed help.

All of that was visible in Farah's eyes, unusual muscle stiffness. Fatigue, hunger, scorching sunshine. Farah was in no condition to answer any questions or respond to Ryan's attitude. However, as Ryan makes the decision to cover up the raging feelings within him, he realizes that he is walking up to Farah and pulling the girl into his arms.

It was an act that was done based on instinct, a longing feeling to be able to walk down his hands to Farah's long hair and bring the girl's face closer to him. Ryan's mouth hung over Farah's mouth, heating up the girl's lips, caressing her with a warm puff of breath, before she gently and very gently put it together. Ryan stroked Farah's lips with his, until Farah's lips opened in confusion, allowing Ryan to venture into them and feel her honey. Ryan's lips continued to caress Farah's lips, sucking Farah's despair, venting her own despair, hugging Farah tighter and tighter, inhaling the scent of orchids from Farah's body.

The panic that haunted her during Farah's search was noticeably dissipated under their warm kiss, like a mist lost by the radiance of sunlight. Farah's breathing changed quickly and short, Farah's mouth moving wildly in Ryan's mouth. Farah's blood rippled quickly as Ryan walked down the hand into Farah's back curve, before returning to give a sensitive touch to Farah's longing mouth.

In a sensual gesture, Farah twists her body into Ryan's body, absorbing Ryan's hard hip structure, Farah's heart beats faster, as Ryan kisses her moist and tender mouth. An experienced Ryan's touch pushed Farah's head back gently, opening Farah's neck to receive the man's kiss, sending vibrations rolling all over her body. "Are you hurt? Tell me, my little cat..." Ryan's voice sounded strange, even to himself, as if it was coming from an unknown part of himself.

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