Page 28 of The Woman

Despite the heightened sounds of our breathing, the seconds tick by loudly from the clock on the wall, as if counting down my remaining minutes. I’ve wanted to take that clock down and hide it so many times when I’ve been stuck here with nothing to do but listen to it.

With most of my body restrained and time seeming to run out, I decide to do the only thing I can think of rather than answer him. I lift my head and press my lips to his.

Like the last time, the tiniest zap of electricity occurs at the contact, causing my insides to burn up and my cheeks to bloom with a heat I’ve only encountered with him. That indescribable way he made my body feel with his fingers that night at the gala starts playing through my mind again, and it has me feeling wet between my legs.

I feel his body go still above me, most likely not expecting this. A minute ago, I was trying to escape, and now, I’m kissing him.

Truth be told, I don’t know what I’m doing. But if he’s going to send me away, I’m going to take the feel of his mouth with me.

I poke my tongue out to try and force his mouth open as I’ve seen in the instructional videos, but the second I do, his free hand grips my throat, pushing me back down.

Steel gray eyes stare back at me, almost angry in appearance, but as I lick the taste of him off my lips without thought, those eyes darken – not in color, but with a darker intention in their depths.

Then, with a sound that almost resembles the growl of an animal, his mouth comes crashing back down, his lips opening and slanting over mine. Though I’m uncertain of what will come of this, I’m still eager to meet his tongue with mine, and the groan that rumbles from his chest only spurs me on.

He still has a grip on my throat; perhaps it’s a way to feel like he’s in control. I’ve noticed that about him. He likes to control his actions and words.

It makes me want to fight it, though.

This kiss is more passionate than anything we’ve done before. Deeper. It has pleasure flooding my body, traveling the length of me as his tongue tangles with mine. At the same time, I feel his erection pressing into me with shallow thrusts of his hips, like the night in my bedroom.

Maybe if I make this really good for him, he’ll decide he wants to do it with me often.

Maybe he’ll keep me after all.

I manage to free one of my hands from his loosened grip and bring it to the back of his head, threading it through the shorter hair there and holding him close. His grip on my neck tightens in response, a subtle attempt at holding the power over me, but I continue on, gently scraping his skull with my nails while he kisses me thoroughly. I feel like I might finally be breaking him down.

Chapter 14

Phoenix

Heated blood sizzles through my veins, making it feel like my body is on fire.

The defiant glint in her eye and stubborn tilt of her chin when she was standing there refusing to answer me almost had me ready to charge at her. But somehow, I had managed to hold myself together, keeping under control the mental stimulation that ratcheted my interest in her up a hundredfold.

But when she made the decision to try and get away from me, the intense need to control her and make her remember that she belongs to me took over, demanding me to put her in her place.

Her reaching up and kissing me with those soft, pouty lips only made me all the more determined to take charge of the situation.

My grip on her neck tightens with the feel of her nails trailing over the back of my head, and I kiss her deeper, rougher.

My mind is still reeling with the realization that she’s a WOUN, though she won’t admit it. I should have picked up on it immediately, but instead, I was too frustrated with the situation I was forced into, and I put her sometimes-odd behavior down to my imagining things and my inexperience with women.

Now, it all makes sense.

I pull my mouth back, taking her bottom lip between my teeth with it before releasing and opening my eyes. This time, when she looks up at me, there is lust in her gaze, and while I don’t know much about WOUNs, I can see that she is being affected by this, just like she was affected the night of the gala. My already hard cock thickens further at the memory of her hot and wet sex.

I want to see her come apart for me again.

But I also need to keep my wits about me.

“I want answers,” I tell her, dropping my head and running my nose along the side of her face, sprouting a cluster of goosebumps that begin to spread down her body.

“I’ll only answer you if you promise not to send me to that place.”

Her non-compliance and refusal to simply answer a question she’s presented with drives me crazy. While I can feel the pressure of my molars grinding together in frustration, there’s also a measure of excitement that it brings at having her challenge my authority.

“I will be doing whatever I wish with you, or have you forgotten how this works?”

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