04

My breathing calmed down a little. He was so unbelievably beautiful. How could someone be so beautiful? Fantastic, charming, sweet, and comforting, and his kisses were incredible.

The plane suddenly shook again—this time most of the passengers gasped. The pilot's voice came from the speakers at the top of the cabin, apologizing for the turbulence and mentioning that the weather seemed more serious than originally expected. I looked out my window and saw that it was raining, and the sky was full of lightning.

"Oh my God, it is like this, what I am going to die," I said. My whole body trembled.

The plane shook again at the same time as a loud, thunderous bang came from outside. I let out a scared shout when tears started to gush in my eyes.

"Rary, darling, come here," Vidário said in an agitated tone. I looked at him and saw that he was offering his arm, encouraging me to lean on him.

"What?!" I asked with a shaky voice. "N-no!"

Something squeezed my hand tighter. I looked down to see that I was holding his hand in mine. I quickly let go and pushed him away from me.

"Why am I so sensitive to this?" I wondered aloud.

He ran a hand through his hair as he watched me panic. It seemed like he was in pain.

"Please, Rary, let me help you."

I leaned against the wall, waiting for it to stabilize my trembling body.

"How?" Before I could get my answer, the plane was shaken by a strong thunder and a bright flash that I swore had hit us. People screamed as bags fell from the overhead compartments. I screamed desperately and covered my face with my hands.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God," I sobbed. This was my worst nightmare.

"Rary," Vidário said. His voice was clearer than before, and suddenly, all the other noises disappeared. "Look at me."

As if I were under his control, I removed my hands from my face and looked at Vidário. His eyes were black again, but this time, it wasn't scary. This time, it was almost comforting.

"Come here," he said slowly.

I nodded and practically dove into his chest, going as far as my seatbelt would allow me. I wrapped my arms around his torso and grabbed his shirt in my fists.

He also wrapped his arms around me, lifting my shirt so that his bare skin touched my back and stomach.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trembling at the sensation of his skin against mine, and the delicious sparks that went down my spine.

"Feel it tighten my hair. Sorry, I know this must be weird for you. The more skin-to-skin contact we have, the calmer you will feel."

He took my arms and placed them back where they were.

I could feel his abs...

"See? Better, right? Touch me helps," he said. I felt a kiss on the top of my head.

He was right. I could feel my heart rate decrease, and my nerves started to calm down.

"What is happening?" I asked, overwhelmed and confused.

"What is happening?" Before he could respond, there was another burst of thunder. I cried and pushed my face into his chest as far as it would go. His arms tightened around me, and his hands massaged my back.

"Shh, little girl. Relax for me..." he whispered, his mouth touching my ear. I felt my shoulders slowly release the tension in them. His voice was so soft, so comforting—it was as if he had magical powers. I would have done anything he told me to do, as long as I continued to hear his voice.

"There, let's go. That's what I like to see."

More thunder shook the plane. I pressed my face deeper into his chest and gasped.

"Nuh-uh," he said. "None of that." His lips pressed until my head, leaving a kiss.

"Pay attention to my voice. All you can hear is mine—dear." He kissed my neck below.

Was he right? Once again, the other noises faded away. The babies crying, the passengers screaming, the thunder roaring, the rain pelting—all more stayed silent.

All that was left was him and me.

"The only thing you can hear is my voice. Isn't that true?" I nodded.

"Good. Now, slow down your breathing."

My breathing transitioned from quick, panting breaths to slow sighs—deep ones.

"Good girl," Vidário said, his lips continuing to move along my neck. "Do not panic. I got you. I'll take care of you."

His kisses felt magical, his voice like magic. Everything about him was enchanting. I was no longer on a plane; I was no longer anywhere. It was just me and Vidário—his arms around me, his lips on mine. My skin tingled, and I felt calm.

Then, his lips found a spot on my neck that sent a fiery sensation throughout my body. I choked, and Vidário smiled against my skin.

"Hmm...," he started to suck, his language running over my skin, leaving a tingle that reached my fingers and toes.

His fingers dug into my waist, and I felt something building up inside me—a sensation I hadn't felt in a long time. My entire body shuddered, and I tilted my head to give him better access. His deep laughter vibrated through my body.

"Hmm... Like this, us?" he whispered against my skin.

I couldn't respond. It seemed like I was drugged. Everything was moving so slowly. I let out a deep breath that sounded more like a whimper when he stopped kissing me. I didn't know exactly what I wanted, but I needed something more—something I knew Vidário could provide.

I tilted my head a little more, hoping he would continue kissing me. He sighed.

"I know, beautiful, I know. But not here. Not now," he added one more kiss at the location. "But I promise, I will do it. Soon."