Obstructing a breath, I squirm but I don’t close my legs when his hand inches up my thigh and I burn so much it feels like the bed is on fire. Squeezing my eyes, I wait for him to degrade me but it doesn’t come. Instead he just gently brushes his knuckles along my seam, as if asking for my silent consent and I moan again, nodding for him to continue.
“N...Nathanos,” I stutter and he shushes me, sweeping his lips along my jawline before burying his face in my throat and kisses it softly. It makes me spread my legs farther apart and I blush when I rock against his hand.
The needy action makes him groan in delirium and he rasps, “See how good it feels when you don’t fight me, sweetheart?” he whispers and I nod. Boring his eyes into mine, he fondles me between my legs until sparks of heat go off in me and I’m close to screaming. Fisting the sheets, I fidget, unable to get enough and he positions his face at my core and I convulse when he strokes me with his mouth.
“Mmm,” Nathanos purrs through his carnal lips. “I can still remember the taste of your cherry liquor on my fingers...,” dark laughter swirls out of his chest, “how sensitive you were when I probed you that first time.” His eyes flash to mine. “I’ve craved you like an addict ever since.”
I pant, looking up at him when he looms over me and slants his lips over my own to milden the blow he gives my innocence when his body invades mine. I cry out, the pleasure assaulting and he groans when my hips eagerly jerk against his.
“I knew you’d be like this,” he moans, “so soft and wonderful. Fuck, you make a grown man tremble in your arms.”
Whimpering his name, I wrap myself around him and encouraged by my responsiveness, his hips start shooting faster, working toward a goal and I toss my head back as galaxies dance behind my eyes. He plays with my sanity, slowly breaking me piece by piece until I don’t remember a time without Nathanos.
I’m about to erupt and I’m in a headspace where I’d go along with everything that Nathanos demands. And he doesdemand. He flips me over, pushing inside of me until I scream into the pillow and he caresses the curve of my backside.
“Regret locking me out yet, my love?” he probes and I throw a look over my shoulder, gazing at him through hooded eyes.
“Y...yes,” I pant, “I’m s…sorry.” I burst into tears when he starts hammering, his blows coming down on me like strikes of lightning and I plead for him, plead for more of what only he can give and sweat accumulates on my body. I bounce like a toy against him, his thrashes so full of lust that heat licks in me until it almost gets too much for me but Nathanos craves the fire. He’s creating it between us, using me. I’m his little generator and I pinch my lips, moaning as my eyes roll back in my head.
I buzz and he keeps going, wrenching me down his shaft until I snap and surrender, coming so forcefully I can’t do anything but scream his name into my pillow. He pants, groaning and floods me until his liquid runs down the sides of my legs and falls on top of me. His whole body’s tense and at the same time more relaxed than it’s ever been. I shudder beneath him and he brushes my hair to the side and gives me the kiss of death on my lips.
“Now...,” he whispers in the candle lit dark and his voice sounds like a sensual curse, “tell me, was it just like in your little bodice rippers?”
A shameful pant crosses my lips and he chuckles, pulling out of me and rolling over. “You’re the most despicable male I’ve ever met,” I whisper but he only cocks his brow, seemingly amused and I flush when I notice he’s still semi hard.
Frowning, he rasps, “Where’s the bourbon?” He rummages around the bookshelf next to my bed and takes out a bottle, he hides in my room. Biting off the lid, he takes a sip while I cower against the pillows.
“Can I have some?” I whisper.
He shakes his head, glancing at me as if I just requested something outrageous “Who do you take me for? You think I’d let you taste this poison?”
“Since when do you have such high standards?” I cry and rip the sheet to my chest.
Nathanos seems genuinely confused. “Was I not gentle tonight?” he frowns and I wince.
“You broke into my room, you forced yourself into my bed...”
“Because you locked me out.” He clasps my chin and bores his eyes into mine. “Don’t ever lock me out again or next time I won’t be as merciful.”
Forming a fist, I slam it against his muscular arm but he just snorts and takes another sip out of the bottle. Tears streak down my face and my lower lip trembles as I move to stand in the middle of the room. I hug the sheet so tightly to me that it almost turns into a second skin.
“I want you out,” I whimper and Nathanos drawls,
“Out of where, my love?”
“Here,” I say, putting a hand over my heart. “You don’t belong in there anymore. You’re not w...welcome.”
“I never took you for an ice queen, Amabella.” Nathanos glares. “Why the harsh words? All I’ve ever done was adore you.”
“Adore me?” I choke on a scream. “I’m going to break,” I pant and my eyes dart around the room. “You’ve c...corrupted me. I want you and I don’t want you. I hate you, but I love you and I hate you...” I tear at my own hair in frustration, “and I love you...”
Tears stream down my cheeks and something that looks like guilt flashes his eyes.
“You’re killing me,” he whispers with a stricken look on his face. “Was I really that vicious?”
“Yes!” I cry and unable to stop myself, I climb on top of Nathanos’s chest and curl up like a cat and he nuzzles me. Putting the bottle down, he wraps his arms around me and licks off my tears like they’re diamonds.
“My deepest apologies. I’m afraid my feelings for you have made me act in a way that might’ve been too much for you.” He strokes my face. “I didn’t take into consideration how innocent you are, how small, how gentle...” A muscle clenches in his jaw. “I should’ve been more careful.”