Page 145 of Enthrall Ecstasy
I caressed her clit and felt it throb and swell beneath my finger, teasing her until she fell asleep again.
She was just a submissive and I was merely the man who was going to protect her from herself.
Like I protected everyone.
Easing out of bed, I sat on the edge and reached for my shirt, pulling it on. I needed to walk this mood off, this sense of guilt that attacked from all sides.
I put my pants on and slipped on my shoes, unable to disregard this uneasiness, this sense of losing her like it had already happened.
Not falling for her was the kindest decision I could make for myself.
I peered back at her and it made my heart ache, seeing the sleeping beauty with her serene face, red locks spilling around her like a mystical nymph captivating in every conceivable way.
Drawn to her, I leaned in and planted a kiss on her nose, gentle pecks trailing over her freckles, as though kissing each one was humanly possible.
She opened her eyes, gazing up at me.
“Hi,” I whispered.
“Hi.”
“Tell me what you want?”
“I want you to be happy.”
The promise of a different life.
My mouth crashed against hers, tongue forcing her mouth wider. I needed to taste her like this, needed to be closer.
Our first kiss felt frenzied and demanding.
How could so much intimacy have passed between us and only now were my lips sealed to hers—as though claiming her like this would fix everything?
When I moved away, she raised her head and pressed her mouth to mine again as though needing more.
I broke away and glared at her. “This doesn’t make you special.”
“What?”
“I need you to remember that.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, her tone shaky.
I pressed my lips to hers again, punishing her for how she made me feel, forcing a fierce control on her in an attempt to prove she meant nothing to me.
Yet at the same time I hungered for more. I heard her soft sigh as she yielded beneath me.
I cupped her face as my kiss became more frenzied, as though it was easy to possess her.
Own her.
Punish her.
My thoughts disappeared into stillness.
We could have been anywhere, but we were here in this private bedroom, beneath this delicate chandelier. Together.
Within Chrysalis.
