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No longer was I shaking, unsure of myself. I held my head high as I peeled away the straps of my dress, gently guiding the material to the floor. He stood with his heated gaze and labored breathing creating a dense fog of lust.
The music from only a hundred yards away floated into the room. If I’d ever believed in a perfect moment, this was it.
“Finish it,” he commanded. The low thrum of his voice was deep and penetrating. As I slipped my fingers underneath the thin lace of my thong, I never blinked. I didn’t want to miss a single thing.
Only when I stood completely naked, even kicking off my sandals, did he finally acquiesce, unbuttoning his shirt. As much as I wanted to do it for him, this moment was one we both wanted frozen in time.
He remained so quiet as he undressed, yet his eyes never left mine. They never blinked once, their reflection deep pools of something that I could barely comprehend. Something that looked a lot like utter possession.
Being breathless around him had become a sport and as I allowed my heated gaze to fall to his marble-like abs, all I wanted to do was to drag my tongue from one to another.
I could do nothing but look at him for hours, enjoying the sculpted magnificence that God had created. Yet as he stepped toward me, my fingers tingled the way my pussy was throbbing.
All from anticipation of his cock being buried deep inside.
As he closed the distance, I held my breath.
It was all so overwhelming; he wielded a power over me that I hadn’t known existed.
Just like before, when he cupped my face, rubbing his thumb across my skin as if painting a picture, his words were defiant. Decisive.
And permanent.
“This is no joke, Fallon. As of right now, you belong to me. Not only for tonight or until you’re no longer in danger, but until the end of time.”
CHAPTER 28
Fallon
“I sawthat you were perfect and I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.”
Angelita Lim
There wasno such thing as a perfect relationship. Even moments of raw passion were often conflicted with anxiety or denial. Fantasies were amazing in their depth and breadth, ignoring reality and even common sense.
Often no matter how much we wanted to believe in heroes, they simply didn’t exist, at least in the way we’d hoped for.
Vissarian was both perfect and imperfect, a man who allowed his emotion to war with his plans. As much as I’d wanted to hate his arrogance and brutal acts of power, everything combined had ignited the woman deep inside.
Somewhere I’d read that it took a woman a hundred and twenty-five days to fall in love. That made the way I was feeling even more ridiculous, but the difference was I felt as if I’d known him all my life.
Maybe because he’d cared so deeply for my sister.
As he rubbed his lips against my cheek, brushing the softest kiss so far against my neck, I shuddered. The tips of his fingers scaled my skin as he trailed them down my arms to my thighs. Every inch of me was on fire, the anticipation of feeling the heavy weight of his body crushed against mine leaving me breathless.
Vissarian slowly dropped to his knees, his fingers dancing across my skin. Awash in tingles, quiet moans slipped past my lips. He was being so tender, so passionate that I was in awe of his control.
He pressed my legs apart, taking a deep inhale and holding it. With his long eyelashes skimming across his cheeks, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off him. I gripped his shoulder, my body already swaying and the night was young.
His smile was almost menacing, but I knew him well enough to realize that he was doing nothing more than teasing me. He wanted me to beg him for his cock.
Not yet.
When he shifted my hips forward, I was forced to grip his shoulders for fear of falling. He blew across my already aching pussy, barely darting his tongue around my clit.
Even the light touch was enough I tossed my head back, smiling as I studied the way the ceiling fan created shadows. His hot breath was exciting, my pulse racing, and the moment he darted his tongue around my clit in several slow and easy circles, I knew my usual refusal to beg would be gone.
Vissarian knew exactly what he was doing, driving me crazy, building the anticipation.
