He rose and moved towards me, my heart picking up its pace with every step he took. His hand stroked the side of my face, causing a tingle to rush through me and I shivered into his touch just like earlier. He leaned in and his breath fanned over my face, hot, weakening and mind-numbing.
“You should be running, Zera.” he said with a voice so raw it made me shudder against him. “The most sensible thing to do is run from someone like me.”
“I don’t want to run.” I stubborn stated, worn out with his long game. It wasn’t helping anyone. He wanted me, I could see that, and I wanted him too.
His nose rubbed against mine, and he moved his forehead against mine. “Oh darling, but you should. I won’t be like those little boys you’ve been with. I won’t stop when you want me to. I won’t stop until I’m completely buried in your mind and soul. You will belong to me.”
