The Red String Between Us Part II: Frayed Threads

第26章 Glass Full

Champagne glasses were refilled before we moved on, weaving through corridors that seemed endless. Each room was more exquisite than the last: plush lounges with velvet seating, guest suites decorated like five-star hotels, even a library with shelves stacked in quiet luxury.

Finally, he led me into a secluded room tucked away at the far end of the yacht. The air there was different—quieter, softer, intimate. Tall windows, tall ceilings framed the ocean beyond, moonlight spilling across the room.

We sank into a low sofa, the space so private it felt like the world outside no longer existed. Our conversation picked up again, this time unguarded. He asked me questions that made me reflect on things I hadn't said aloud in years—what I feared, what I dreamed, who I was when no one else was watching. And in return, he revealed pieces of himself, spoken in fragments that hinted at a loneliness beneath all his brilliance and wealth.

At some point, our words gave way to silence, the kind heavy with everything unsaid. Kenji set his glass down slowly, as though afraid to move too fast, but I didn't let the moment slip away. I leaned in, brushing my lips against his jaw, then his mouth. The taste of champagne on his lips was intoxicating. My hand lightly gripping the back of his neck, pulling him closer to my kiss. 

His hand found the small of my back, pulling me closer, and I melted into him. Fingers tangled in my hair, my palms pressed against the warmth of his chest, and what started as a kiss deepened, grew hungrier. The world blurred until it was only us, heat and want threading between our breaths.

It wasn't until the hum of the yacht reminded us of where we were that Kenji finally pulled back, breath unsteady. A teasing smile curved his lips. "If we stay here any longer, we may never make it back to the deck."

I laughed softly, my face still close to his, before letting him take my hand once more. Together, we returned to the open air, the ocean breeze cooling the fire we had just kindled.

      What followed felt unearthly—like the rest of the world had faded into silence, leaving only the sea, the lantern light, and us. Every touch was at once new and achingly familiar, every kiss deeper than the last, dissolving the fragile boundaries we had held onto for so long.

With trembling hands, I slipped the straps of my red spring dress from my shoulders, letting the fabric fall until it pooled at my feet. My fingers found the clasp of my bra, and with a flick, it slipped free, falling silently onto the deck. The night air brushed against my skin, a cool contrast to the warmth radiating between us. Across from me, Kenji shed his shirt with unhurried grace, then his shoes, leaving just the strength of his frame caught in the soft glow of lanterns.

Drawn by the sound of the waves, I drifted to the railing, leaning into the night. One leg crossed over the other as I gazed out at the water, the sea glistening beneath the moonlight. I felt him approach before I heard him—his footsteps deliberate, slowly he walked up to me from behind.

I turned to him wrapping my arms around him, pressing my naked chest against his. "Where are you staff?" I asked as I begin to places small kisses on his chest, my hands rubbing his back"

"They are all on the far end of the yacht," he murmured, his voice deep, almost husky. "This side... it's just us."

His shirtless frame, belt unfastened, trousers hanging loosely from his hips, eyes fixed entirely on me.

"I want this," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of urgency and longing. "I've wanted you for so long. I'm ready" In one effortless motion, he lifted me, and instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands gripped the small of my back, steady and strong, holding me as though he'd never let go.

My lips pressed against his neck, tasting the salt of his skin, trailing along his jaw. My hands roamed over the expanse of his back while his fingers held me tighter, each step taking us back inside the glowing warmth of the suite.

He laid me gently onto the bed, lantern light flickering across his features as though even the night wanted to linger on him. Standing at the foot of the bed, he undid the last of his clothes, and I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped my lips.

There was no rush in his movements, only deliberate reverence. With a careful touch, he began to slip away the rest of my clothes, piece by piece, his gaze never breaking from mine. In that moment, there was nothing hurried or careless—it was devotion, laid bare.

He took control with a tenderness that ignited fire beneath my skin, his lips tracing a path from my feet upward, every kiss deliberate, worshipful. When he reached my stomach, he lingered at my navel, teasing, leaving a trail of heat and longing in his wake. His hands caressed me slowly, reverently, as though committing every curve, every shiver, to memory.

With a gentle strength, he lifted my legs, drawing me closer, and when his mouth finally found me, I gasped—every stroke of his tongue a mixture of hunger and devotion. It wasn't only passion—it was surrender, communion. Each sigh, each whispered moan became part of a language only we understood, spoken through hands, mouths, and the way he breathed my name like a vow.

Time unraveled. The world narrowed to just us—wild, unrestrained, unforgettable.

When at last we collapsed into the quiet aftermath, our bodies tangled in sheets soft as the sea breeze, the yacht rocked us with a lullaby of waves. Kenji's hand found mine in the tangle of linen, his fingers lacing through with a tenderness that made my heart ache.

His lips brushed my temple as he whispered something I could barely catch, a promise more felt than heard. And with that, wrapped in his warmth, I drifted into sleep beside him, weightless and complete.