Page 69 of Monster in Disguise

"Marcello," I plead, my voice shaking as I try to pry his fingers off my arm. My heart races as he doesn't budge, instead pulling me towards the bed with a tight grip.

I stumble and fall onto the mattress, barely missing landing on top of him. Fear courses through me as I look into his eyes, but they are vacant, as if he's not really seeing me.

My mind races, trying to understand why he's doing this. Is he angry with me for coming into his room? Or is he still in some kind of trance?

I reach out tentatively, placing my hand on his arm to test his reaction. He looks at it briefly but seems unaffected.

Gathering my courage, I trace my hand up his arm and to his jawline, feeling the warmth of his skin for the first time. "Marcello, please wake up," I whisper softly, my fingers gently caressing his cheek.

He jerks at the touch but doesn't pull away. His brows furrow, and he stares at me with confusion, as if the sensation is unfamiliar to him.

"Marcello," I continue, mustering my courage. "Could you let go of my arm?"

He frowns again, but instead of releasing me, he pulls me closer until our bodies are touching.

My face is mere inches away from his, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. The intensity of his gaze holds me captive, a heat emanating from his dark eyes that I had never seen before.

Instinctively, I reach for his shoulder and give him a gentle shove, hoping to break free from his grasp. But instead, his hold on me only tightens, causing my body to react with a mix of fear and arousal. A slight tremble runs through my limbs as I struggle against him.

"Marcello, please let me go!" I demand firmly, trying to break free once more.

"Shh," he finally speaks, placing a single finger on my lips to shush me. I gasp in shock at the unexpected touch. What is he doing?

His gaze shifts to my lips, and I feel his fingers tracing their shape, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. As I openmy mouth to speak again, he covers it with his own soft lips, silencing me completely.

A wave of sensation washes over me as I try to make sense of what is happening. His lips are gentle yet insistent, leaving me almost powerless under their touch. But as much as I want to give in to the pleasure, my conscience pulls me back, and I push at his shoulders in protest.

To my surprise, his lips part, and I feel the warm intrusion of his tongue seeking entrance into my mouth. Is this really happening? My mind races with confusion as his tongue dances against mine, eliciting a shiver down my spine.

Out of curiosity, I tentatively touch my own tongue to his, and a spark ignites between us that only fuels the fire burning within me.

Lord!

My hands, once firm in pushing him away, now cling to his shoulders, seeking closer contact. My mind tells me to stop, but my body betrays me as I press myself against him.

His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me onto his lap, our bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. His fingers dig into my flesh as the kiss deepens, sending shivers down my spine.

Lost in the moment, I can't think straight, so I just hold on to him with all my might. His teeth graze my bottom lip, and I let out a low moan.

Marcello's hands trail lower until they reach the curve of my hips under my nightgown. He cups my bottom, pulling me even closer to him.

I gasp for air, my heart racing as I melt into the kiss once more. But then I feel something hard pressing against me, and panic sets in.

No... Not that!

With a surge of strength that surprises even myself, I push him away and scramble off the bed. My cheeks are flushed, and my breath comes in quick gasps as I try to compose myself.

"I'm sorry... I..." I shake my head, struggling to calm down. "It just reminded me of something and... I didn't mean to..." My attempts at explaining fall short as I struggle to find the right words.

Frustration builds inside me, and I clench my fists.

My voice catches in my throat as I try to speak, turning to face Marcello, who is lying on his side, eyes closed and chest rising and falling with each steady breath. He's sleeping?

My confusion morphs into amusement at the irony of the situation. Here I was, about to open up my heart to him, and he's completely unaware, peacefully lost in slumber. I shake my head with a smile and reluctantly make my way out of the room.

Lying back in my bed, I can't help but replay the events in my head. The touch of his lips against mine, the warmth of his embrace, all so new and foreign yet undeniably... satisfying. I struggle to find the right words to describe it. It had been an experience unlike anything I'd felt before.

And now, lying here alone with my thoughts, I can't help but feel a sense of giddiness at the memory. So this is what it feels like to be kissed...

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