's

l me there and then, I obviously didn't

y anger in his gaze, but otherwise, he has turned his expression fully neutral. It should put me at ease, bu

akes his time playing with his food, only

, almost encompassing all of my waist. It is a strangely possessive hold, a terrifying gesture of ownership. He

ives under the suit of civility. Finally, the celebration ends, and I feel diz

is hard, and his eyes are fixed on the road ahead. However, midwa

y seat as I feel him

ng too f

fa

takes a dangerous turn, causing

in a panicked voice, a

and then, to my horror, presses the accelerat

nd I close my eyes, unable to sto

torture but is probably only a few mi

ought of my cold, isolated room feels comforting now. With shaki

I quickly unlock the c

, intimidating stairs of

, I lo

Casually, he takes off his suit jacke

oing to let me

s them up. He looks completely at ease, unruffled

, he doesn't care to fol

rouble. He looks like a lion slowly inching towards the gazelle, lurin

the blink of a moment, he prow

nk. I don't

om that felt like a prison only a few days ago. My trembling f

r, stopping it from closing. I try to press against it with all my

teps back and lift a tr

from me."

door frame and cocks

Weren't you only too keen to

ess in his eyes. He is serious. He is

want to-" My words trail off as I see

back, until the back o

smile lift

to run away from a predator?" He as

is gone, and his

run because we

. One moment, he is far away, leaning against the door, and the next, he is right

deer caught in a trap - he

button of his shirt. He is standing so close to me that

causes me to fall b

ixed as he und

, an

, an

ooks like it's sculpted from stone. Dark swirls of t

dangerous and ter

consummate our marriage,

redicament as blood rushes to m

le, holding me in place. My ankle feels small and delicate in h

ost, like he is not fully in control of himself. There is a flicker o

slides his fingers up my leg, pushin

topping his movement the mom

ave never. I have ne

ore than it already is. I hate to tell him I am a virgin.

why would I want my first kiss to be him. I had saved myself for marri

at his touch. The place he has wrapped his hand around makes me feel something

s me even more than

boyfriend never touch

makes me catch my breath. Slowly, his words penetrate m

s all on your own." My voic

grimace. I sound like a little offended sc

ge possessiveness. There is almost a wicked kind of approval in his gaze, along with a flash

gle it in my hair. With a rough tug, he holds me in place

is blue eye

ext to me as he cages me

n us feels taut li

nd I know there is no force in the world t

I feel his cool b

ble with fear, nerves, and a

from me, I tightly shut my e

nd push it against his bare ches

chest feels

he shell of my ear, and then I f

h in a sharp gasp, but they are cut o

laug

r as if he is getting amused

sh with his, and I find

wo piercing shards, devo

aze promising