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Fuck,I hate that. It's so personal. I wish he'd just getitover and done with rather than longing it out and making me more uneasy than I already am.
As I blink away from Charlie, trying to center my thoughts on anything else but this, he rounds the bed, his eyes on me the entire time. I hide in my hair curtaining my small frame, hugging my middle to the point where I almost can't breathe.
He's beside me now, but he doesn't touch me yet. A flicking sound, like a lighter going off, draws my attention. The room glows with a dancing orange flame—he's lighting a candle.
“What's that for?” I ask, swallowing after. “You're-you're not going to burn me, are you?”
“What?” he says, sounding shocked. “Course I'm not gonna burn you.” He wants to know why I said that—I can sense it—but he doesn't question me.
On the bedside cabinet next to me, there's a candle burner. The rim is filled with liquid. I can't see what color. Charlie puts the candle inside the burner, under the liquid, and a strong scent fills the room. It's potent and makes my head rush a little faster.
“What's that for?”
“These oils will help you relax,” Charlie says. Leaning over me, he hooks his fingers into the waist of my trousers. My stomach tightens from the skin to skin contact. I instinctively go for his wrists to stop him from touching me. He pauses, and I retreat, Maksim's order swimming in my mind—do not fight him.
“Are you gonna fight me?” he asks. He's so close that I can feel his warm breath on my forehead.
I don't look at him. I just shake my head.
“That's a shame.” Charlie tugs my trousers down my legs, yanking off my trainers one by one on his way to undress me.
I sit bare in my bra and pants now, my anxiety reaching its summit.
The only time I was ever this apprehensive was when Maksim first belted me himself—the first time I told him 'no' to sucking his cock.
What I would give to go back to him right now.
I miss what I know.
Huge hands close around my ankles and my toes curl. Charlie pulls me down so I'm lying on my back, my hair pooling around my face. I squeeze my thighs together and close my eyes. The blackness makes this seem almost like a bad dream.
Soft strands of hair tickle up my stomach, followed by a wet trail and the bed dipping around me. Charlie is licking his way up my body I realize, over my navel, through my breasts and to my throat. Tension gathers low in my stomach, and my insides tingle.
His tongue on my body feels so good. I can't deny it.
The saliva trail turns from warm to cold within seconds, and I shiver.
“You liked it when I kissed you, didn't you...” he says. It doesn't sound like he's asking. It sounds like he's telling me what I already know.
I don't bother trying to rebuff him. He knows I liked it. I hardly fought him off.
To avoid kissing him again—this is my power over him—I turn my head to the side but it only gives him the access he wants. He presses kisses up the side of my neck, inhaling on his way, his smooth face gliding across my skin like satin. He sucks on my earlobe, nips with his teeth, sending some strange vibes through my body. I'm ashamed to admit I nearly moan.
“You smell creamy,” he says with puffs of breath in my ear, “like cocoa butter.”
Knees try to probe my legs open but I squeeze my thighs together, hugging my breasts.
“Blaire...” he warns, his voice deepening, “if you're gonna fight me, do it with some dignity.”
My blood simmers, but I reluctantly relax because I know he wants me to fight him. I remember how much pleasure he took in our first battle—the first time he won at kissing me. I won't let him have the pleasure of fighting me again.
A rough skinned hand forces me open and his heavy weight settles between my thighs, his jeans chafing my sensitive skin. I'm glad he's fully clothed. I don't think I could handle him being naked at the moment.
Fingers touch my face, my jaw, and then my cheek. He kisses me there with gentle lips.
Fuck,I can smell him, the clean, soapy/musky fragrance of his skin, and he's so warm it almost feels like a hot summer's day in here. It's all so intense, and confusing—a horrifying mixture of things. I enjoyed the way he kissed me before and the way he just sucked my ear, but I am horrified.
I don't want this.
