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She let out a shuddering breath, and stood. “I’ll clean all of this up...”
“Someone else will do it,” he said. “I will meet you. At the top of the stairs.”
“Okay. I’ll meet you then.”
He knew what he was doing. And he knew that it was unfair. But he also recognized that... She wanted him. The way that she had looked at him during the movie made it obvious. Even to him.
Because he could sense this thing between them. Like fire. Something electric.
He could feel it in the tightening of his body, and the answering look in her eyes.
He wanted her.
And he didn’t see why he shouldn’t have her.
He did not love Ariel. He was hardly saving himself for her.
He had not saved himself for anything. He had been... He had been manipulated. Controlled. And the first moment that he had seen the sun, he had seen Brianna, and it seemed a sign.
That she was his. And meant to be.
He wished to touch her. Taste her.
His brother had ensured that he was given a new wardrobe when he was set free. Along with that wardrobe had been a pair of black shorts that were supposed to be for swimming.
He put them on now, and went to the top of the dungeon stairs.
Several minutes later, Brianna appeared. She was wearing a fluffy pink robe over the top of whatever she had on beneath.
She attempted to look anywhere but his chest, and he was amused when her eyes couldn’t quite stay away from his body.
Yes. He was right.
One thing he had learned was to be certain in all things. The dungeon had been his kingdom for many years. And everything within it in his control. How much he moved, how much he didn’t. How much he slept. What he read, at least within the array of five books he had at any given time.
It made him very certain. Even outside of it.
And he did not need experience to know what the two of them wanted from each other.
Could they not just make each other feel good? That was all he wanted. It wasn’t even about his own needs, though they were ferocious.
But about her desire.
How he longed to see her flush with it.
“Down this way,” he said.
He still remembered. Of course he did. He hadn’t thought much about his real life, not once he’d gone into the dungeon. He had read.
When he wasn’t firmly in the present, he kept his thoughts on fictional worlds. Fictional people. There he could read about love, desire, sex, anger, revenge, all while keeping distance between himself and those things. For they were contained in books, along with places he had not been, and foods he could not eat.
He had not wanted his entire world to be shrunk down to those stone walls.
He had not wanted them to be the only thing that he could see in front of him.
And reading had kept those pictures in his mind sharp.
Still, he had not thought about the walls immediately beyond the dungeon. The palace. His home. A home he was still in yet could not visit. So he had tried to erase it from his mind. Had done his best to simply...let it fade.
