Page 22 of Enraptured

But not for him.

He’s conditioned my body to hunger for his dark love while my heart and mind is still shattered from it. I dig deep, scrapping together the last bits of strength I have. “I don’t want you. Please stop. You promised you’d never force me.”

“But you’re so wet for meagápe mou.”

“Stop calling me, my love. I’m not your love. I’m your prisoner. And yes, I won’t deny our intense physical attraction to one another. But I’ll never forgive you for Fiona. I don’t want you inside me. Leave.”

He hisses through his teeth. The head of him poised at my entrance. The strain of holding back makes his forearms tremble next to my head. Sweat falls off his brow and lands on my face. “If I could miss anybody. I’d admit I missed you.” He dips his head kissing me softly. His words stunned me, and I missed my chance to move my head. I moaned remembering his taste. The female in me wanting to surrender to him. He’s so manly, dominant, and it turns me on. I need a strong man since I was always such a strong woman. He makes me feel soft and feminine in a way no one else ever has.

My mouth opens, I accept his slow burning kiss. But as the tip of him slides forward, I push my hands against his chest and roll out from under him. “I told you I can’t.”

“You will.” His voice is hard, as it moves through the dark. I adjust my clothes and spring off the bed crossing the floor in the dark until my hands find the light switch.

Heaven help me.

He’s the dark fallen angel. Cheeks slashed with red as his broad shoulders bunch with tension showing me every thick ripped muscle of his back. His silk pajama pants tent. He’s breathing hard as his dark eyes slay me with anger and…hurt by my rejection.

The monster is angry and sad. My nails dig into my palms. Something in his eyes makes me want to run across the floor, climb on his lap and kiss away his pain. Let him ravage me like I know he can.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” I shake my head.

“Stop playing gamesagápe.You deny me, but I know you’ve been feigning sleep every night I crawl in this bed. You let me pet you…touch you…knowing it makes me burn. Then you deny me. Tell me you don’t want this.” He strokes himself through the silk from root to tip.

“I did want it. All of it, once. But not anymore.”

“Liar.”He shudders at my words continuing to stroke himself. “Come here.”

“No.”

“Do you want me to beg?”

“Would you?” My eyebrow rises. Despite how much I hate him…I enjoy this. Our game of power.

“I might for you little dove.”

“Liar,”I mock him.

He stands, drops his pants, standing gloriously naked in front of me. But I’m not afraid. I’m wet as fuck. Wondering what he’s about. He lays back down on the bed. “Take off your shirt.”

“No.”

“Do it.” He growls. “Or I’ll cut them off you.”

I bite my lip, still wanting to please him. Tears threaten. My fingers shake. I’m still enslaved by him, enraptured by his dark gaze as it falls on me.

My shaking hands reach the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it off, baring my breasts for him.

“I want your pants off next.”

I can’t look him in the eye. I’m ashamed. He’ll see the need still there to please him. On auto-pilot, I shimmy out of my yoga pants, my breath hitching, awaiting his next command. I know what it’ll be, to crawl on my knees to him… take him in my mouth and I want to. There’s nothing I want more.

“Come closer.”

But I can’t move. I’m mesmerized by him. He’s beautiful as he pants, breathing hard, dark eyes melting me as he strokes himself. “So good,agápe. You felt so good. It turned me on, watching you come for me while someone else’s hands touched you.” He bites his lip, my eyes are trained on his tip, leaking. The veins protrude. He’s so big, powerful—I sway remembering how he made me feel.

I’ve never been so turned on. It’s been weeks since a man’s touched deep inside me where I need.

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