Watching him bandaging me up, the care he’s taking with me, I wonder what it would be like if we’d met under different circumstances. Would he be cruel? Kind? Would he want to have anything to do with me?
When he’s finished, he doesn’t look up. He stands between my legs with his hands gripping the edge of the workbench, holding himself up. When one of my tears falls from my cheek onto my leg below, I see Blade’s head turn slightly, following it. He cups my leg, wrapping it in his large hand, and runs his thumb over the wetness, drying it from my skin before his eyes meet mine again.
Holding me hostage, I can’t bring myself to look away from his possessive gaze. Just like the night behind the diner. Like yesterday in the motel room and again on the forest floor. He moves closer to me, millimeter by millimeter, agonizingly slow until his face is a fraction from mine.
This time, when his lips hover over mine, I whimper. Not because I don’t want him, but because I don’t want him to stop. I worry he will, but a second later, his lips finally connect with mine. My heavy breathing morphs from panic to need. I rest my hands on his forearms as he deepens the kiss. He runs his fingers through my hair the same way he did in my dream the day before.
The thought of it coming true intimidates me, but my body yearns for more of his touch. I moan into his mouth as my clit throbs. Running my hands up his arms, I silently plead for him to give me more.
“I’m going to be very clear about something, Sasha.” He tears his lips from mine, panting heavily.
There’s a fury in his eyes, but it’s not from anger. It’s pure lust running through his body. Gripping my head firmly so he has my undivided attention, he continues.
“If we take this any further, there will be no stopping it. And I don’t do gentle lovemaking, either. I will fuck you. Are we clear?”
I can’t think straight, my mind unable to make my mouth move and form words. All I can do is nod, but even that is weak.
“Good girl,” he praises, tearing my shirt into pieces and letting it fall around me onto the surface of the workbench.
As he takes in the sight of me, I sit up straight on the bench and wrap my arms around his neck. My lips are begging to feel his on them again.
“One more thing.” He stops my forward motion by gently placing his hand on my chest. “After this, you’ll be mine. Forever.”
