She shifts, still sitting, as she tries to wiggle free from the blanket tangled around her legs.
Again, I think about how I don’t want tonight to end.
I reach over to help her untangle herself, but instead, I reach past the blanket. My heart races when I realize I can’t stop myself. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her lips to mine.
It’s instant, the fire that erupts inside me.
Chapter 12 - Izabel
I look up.
It happens so fast.
At first, I think he’s reaching for the blanket, because I’m twisted up in it and giggling as I try to untangle myself, but his hand moves past it. I freeze, not understanding until it’s too late.
But then I realize I wouldn’t have moved, anyway. I wouldn’t even have tried to stop him.
His lips crash into mine as his fingers lock around the back of my neck.
He pulls me up onto my knees, the blanket suddenly falling away from me with ease. His arm threads itself around my waist while his lips stay locked over mine.
Inside me is a raging storm, the tormenting urge to let go and hold on to control at the same time.
But I have no control, and the deeper he kisses me, the more I realize that.
Anton gently lifts me and lays me down on the discarded blanket. He crawls over me, his hand pressing into the rug at the side of my head, his muscles flexed as he hovers above me. The way his eyes drag over me is so captivating I can’t look away from him. No one has ever looked at me like that.
Is this real? Is this just a game to him?
He cups his hand over the side of my face and the pad of his thumb brushes across my lips, pulling them apart slightly. He groans as he watches me, as though the mere sight of me is enough to drive him crazy.
Reaching up, I thread my hands around his neck and pull him down so his lips are on mine again. He lies at my side, keeping his massive body from crushing me, but he loops his arm around the back of my shoulders to hold me close.
My heart races wildly, and his hand drifts down from my face, over my throat. Tilting my head back, I unconsciously offer my throat to him. A moment of vulnerability. A hesitant offering that he can do whatever he wants to me.
No, Izabel. The kiss was enough. You need to stop this.
But I can’t.
His massive hand slips beneath my hoodie and cups my breast. I moan into his mouth as his fingers tease my nipple. His cock is hard against my leg, and he pushes it harder, rubbing himself on me.
Every cell in my body is screaming silently. I want him to take me, to have me, to break me in two.
His hand moves again, drifting over my ribs as my fingers brush over his.
I want to be bold. I want to touch him, too, but I’m nervous. Not of this. Not of physical stuff…but of him.
I’m nervous because of how badly I want this and how dangerously I’ve already lost control of myself. My body is humming beneath his hands, vibrating against his warmth.
His cock pushing into my thigh is a tease, and I find myself spreading my legs without realizing I’m doing it.
He growls, lifting his lips from mine so he can look into my eyes. My heart races as his gaze locks with mine, and his hand very purposefully pushes up the inside of my thigh, pushing my legs even wider open.
I open my mouth to protest. My mind is telling me I have to. I have to stop this and say no.He kidnapped me. He isn’t a good person. He’s the bad guy in this scenario.But no words come out, and when his fingers brush over the soft cotton of my sweatpants, right over my pussy, I shiver in absolute delight and relief.
I had no idea how badly I wanted this. How badly I wanted to feel his hands on my body.
“Look at me, little pixie,” he mutters darkly.
