Chapter 44: Chapter 43

Dalliah

“I want you Doll, more than I’ve wanted any woman before.”

The shiver that courses over my body is pathetic, but unavoidable at the sound of his words. After days of dealing with the torture of being shut out for a mistake I didn’t understand, here he is telling me this.

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. What could I say to that?

He smiles, finally seeing the reaction in me that he wanted, while the dimples on his face cause my stomach to flip. I’ve not seen them in days, and didn’t realise how concious I was of that fact until now.

How did it come to this? Me being too stunned for words as my enemy tells me how much he wants me, but now those words sound so harsh, so wrong. Am I being foolish again?

“I take it I’m forgiven for my lack of tact?” He asks softly, and I know I’m in danger now as I keep focusing in on those eyes. Such a pure green, almost an exact match for the cover of the book he returned to me.

“I wouldn’t use the word forgiven.” I find my voice somehow and tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear, while at the same time he reaches out to do the same.

That should bother me shouldn’t it, him taking that liberty but it doesn’t and I hate the conflict that rages inside of me.

“I’ll just have to keep making it up to you then.”

He leans in and kisses me, only this time I know enough to expect the static that takes over my lips in the process. His stubble grazes my cheek, while his arms wrap around my waist to pull me in closer.

His body is warmer than I remember. I can feel the heat of him through the cotton of my dress which causes me to arch into him closer while my hands find their way to his hair. Red curls wrap their way around my fingers and the strands are all as soft as I imagined, not that I’ve done that before.

I inhale a sharp breath as he nips at my lip and I can feel as he smiles against my skin. “How about now?”

His kisses move from my mouth to the curve of my jaw, his stubble now scratching against the sensitive skin of my neck which tickles slightly, but in the best possible way.

“Tell me I’m forgiven Doll.”

Teeth clamp gently onto the lobe of my ear and I gasp, not expecting to feel it affect me so deeply or for him to bite me at all. Everything about this is new and exciting, it feels good to just turn off my brain for a moment, but I think it’s the intimacy of it all that’s causing my heart to beat so fast.

I’ve never been so close to another human in all my life. I’d say that fact were sad if I could feel anything but pleasure just now from his touch.

How could something so wrong feel so good?

“Now, why would I do that?” I manage to mutter back to him, vaguely remembering the question sent my way while turning my head so that I can return the attention given.

I have no idea what I’m doing, I think we both know that from my reactions, so instead of pretending I just focus on how he made me feel. My tongue trails it’s way up the underside of his neck where I now know to be the most sensitive area. But before I reach his lobe I decide that instead of biting, I’ll suck gently, letting my instincts take over.

“Now that’s not fair,” His voice is ragged, “I’m the one meant to be apologising.” Rhu takes control again by pushing us up against the nearest wall, the feeling of being trapped against him should scare me maybe, but there’s a thrill that sparks inside of me instead.

More kisses are peppered along my skin, making their way down my neck until they’re as low as my collarbone, causing my to swallow hard. The lower he gets the more scandalous it feels, which is ridiculous as all of this is a risk, right? But that doesn’t stop the feeling in my stomach though.

“Do you trust me?” I feel the vibrations of his words against me, resulting in another shiver that I can’t control.

For the first time since he kissed me I feel scared, not because of what we’re doing, but because of the question. This all feels too good to think properly, but even so I’d rather not blindly lie to keep the peace.

“Will you trust me?” He changes the question, sensing my hesitation.

Do I trust him right now with what we’re doing? Clearly, though I have no idea why. But will I trust him tomorrow when this is all over? Well, I can ponder that later.

“Yes?” It comes out as more of a question than an answer but he takes it, reaching for the strings of my bodice and loosening them with speed that puts me to shame.

My breasts are exposed to the cold air, nipples peaked as a result, and I inhale sharply, not expecting this to have happened. Kissing is one thing but seeing my like this is another thing entirely, if someone were to walk in I’ll be a fallen woman, not just a foolish girl and at this thought my breathing suddenly gets harder.

“What happened to trusting me Doll?” He leans down slowly, giving my chance to push him away, but against all of the screaming in my mind, I don’t.

He takes one breast into his mouth, warming it before flicking it with his wet tongue which causes me to jolt slightly from shock. The sensation is far more intense than anything we’ve done before, and when he bites my tip gently, a moan escapes me.

This seems to encourage him as he starts to suck and nip in more fluid motions. Something akin to a fire starts to build low in my stomach, and I no longer have control of the sounds leaving my mouth.

“Good girl,” He pauses to praise me before resuming his work, only this time on my other side.

Pants seem to be the only way of getting air into my lungs and I almost don’t hear him when he speaks against me, “Do you like this Doll?”

I nod even though he can’t see me, logic having no place in my mind just now. But because of my silence, be pulls away, leaving me colder than I would have thought possible from the loss of his touch.

“I asked if you liked this Doll.” He leans forward so his nose is touching mine, and I can’t help but move closer so that it’s now our foreheads too.

“Yes,” I rasp, forgetting to be embarrassed about the confession.

“Do you want more?”He asks and I nod pathetically, “Do you want me to fix all of the pressure building here?” He reaches down over my skirts, applying pressure over a place where even I’ve dared never to touch.

If I wasn’t red before I am now. I have no idea what he proposes to do, the books I read never delved into much detail and the unknown both scares and thrills me.

“We don’t have to though…” He removes his hand and I feel the loss of his touch similar to I would the loss of a limb.

“No.” I blurt out and he smiles.

“Lean your weight against the wall, Doll.” And with that he gets down on his knees.