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He’s taunting me. I can see it in his eyes. He wants to get a rise out of me. He wants me to fight back.
I also want to fight back, but I’m enjoying his closeness too much. To be quite honest, I don’t even know if I’m able to push him away. So, we just stand like that, opponents, but somehow finding ourselves on the same side.
“I could do whatever I wanted to you right now,” he whispers, licking his lips.
I never wanted to be kissed this badly. The saliva glistens on his lower lip and I want to taste it, just like I tasted it the last time we slept together. But I manage to fight the urge. That’s what he wants. He wants me to go crazy over him. He wants me to lose control.
If I stay in control, that will surprise him more than any of my fight back moves ever could. So, I keep staring back at him, drowning out that voice inside of me that is screaming for me to wrap my arms around him, pull him close and ravage him right here without the slightest concern that someone might come back and see us like that.
“You may think that,” I tell him. “But we both know that’s not true.”
“It’s not?” he smirks. “How come?”
“We are standing like this only because you took me by surprise,” I point out. “I trusted you, so I allowed you to stand so close to me. If you were a suspicious stranger, I’d be kneeing you in the balls right now,” I tell him.
Suddenly, he bursts out into a chuckle, and I can’t help but join in.
Gosh, those lips are to die for. Will my desire for him ever fade?
Chapter Twelve
Edmund
I love how feisty she is.
I love how confident she is.
I love how she is fighting me every step of the way, but I know she wants me as much as I want her.
As we’re standing, facing each other, with her motionless, I can feel desire oozing off of her. I can see little droplets of sweat on her temples. I want to lick them off of her with my tongue. I want to taste every part of her body. I want to make her mine, to make her scream my name in ecstasy. I want to take her right here, right now.
I know she wants me to. She doesn’t have to say anything for me to see it. If I kissed her right now, she would kiss me back. She would rake her fingers through my hair, feel my hands traveling all over her body, feeling every inch of her.
The very thought gets me harder than ever. I try to fight this feeling, but it’s hard. I swallow heavily, just standing there.
“Try to get away,” I taunt her. “Look, I’m not even using all my strength.”
Her cheeks flare up at this teasing. That is what I wanted to achieve. She needs to put that adrenaline to good use. She is so strong, but she isn’t aware of it yet. She needs to be pushed over the edge. She needs to show herself what she is capable of, and she can’t do that if she’s walking inside the confines of her comfort zone. None of us can do that. We need to be pushed beyond our limits. We need to be made angry, raging mad.
Her nose flares up. Her eyes are staring at me. The little hairs on the line of her upper forehead are standing on end. Everything about her is screaming in protest, but she is still keeping herself back.
“Why don’t you just let go?” I ask, pressing my nose against hers.
“I am in control,” she tells me.
“You think you are,” I correct her. “But you’re not. Just because you’re not doing anything, it doesn’t mean you’re in control. Not doing anything is still a choice you’ve made. A choice to remain inactive. A choice to give power and control over to someone else… in this case, me.”
This time, she tries to push me away.
She does it so suddenly that she almost manages to do it, but I regain control easily and keep her in place. I smirk at her try.
“That was good,” I nod. “Now, try again.”
She doesn’t do it immediately. She wants that element of surprise, but she lost it.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she suddenly asks, her lips parted. They look so juicy, so kissable.
