Page 23 of Until You Came Along
“Drop the formality. Don't you think we're past that? I forbid you to address me formally.”
“You forbid me? Why are you always giving orders? I forbid you to give me orders,” I said, looking at him with a furrowed brow.
He surprised me because a mischievous smile formed on his face that made my knees go weak. This man was perfect! Without realizing it, I found myself staring at his lips longer than I should have.
“What's happening between us, Delfina?” he asked, entering the bedroom and sitting on my bed with his hands on his kneesand his back leaning forward, while he looked at me waiting for an answer that I didn't have.
“I don't feel comfortable talking here, let's go to the living room,” I suggested, because seeing him sitting on my bed was making me imagine things I shouldn't.
I started walking toward the door, but his hand stopped me, grabbing me by the waist.
“No, Hermes, please,” I begged, because I knew that if he touched me I wouldn't have the strength to reject him.
“Say my name again,” he asked, with his lips brushing against mine and his arms encircling my waist.
I shook my head.
“Say it, darling, I'm dying to hear my name from your delicious mouth.”
“You shouldn't say those things to me,” I whispered, realizing that my resolve was crumbling.
“Say it.”
“Hermes, please, this is a damn mistake...”
“It is, but you have no idea how much I want to make it...”
And once again he assaulted my mouth, possessing it completely and claiming all of it, and I responded. We seemed like two thirsty people drinking every last drop of water; it was a desperate kiss. Unable to think coherently, I raised my hands and tangled them in his hair. Hermes let out a deep groan and my body shuddered completely; it was the most erotic sound I had ever heard. Without stopping kissing me, he began to walk, dragging me in the opposite direction of the door until we fell onto the bed. I felt his hands all over my body, and those large hands fit every part of my body as if they had been made forit. When he tried to slip his hand under my underwear, a light of coherence broke through the fog I was in, and I realized I couldn't allow this to happen. I was sure that Hermes would play target practice with my heart. A man like him was beyond my limits. With what little strength I had, I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away, immediately getting up. He sat on the bed and looked at me with a frustrated expression.
“We can't do this,” I whispered, looking at him timidly.
“Tell me why.”
“I already told you I think it's a mistake and you agreed.”
“But it's obvious that I want to do it.”
“I can't, Hermes, really. I'm not a woman who takes risks in these things, and I get the feeling that you must break hearts indiscriminately. I can't risk it.”
“Delfina, I'm only proposing sex. It's clear that we both desire each other, so why can't we enjoy our bodies? Besides, you must have realized that it promises to be very good.”
“Are you proposing sex with exclusivity?” I asked, to get an idea of what he was suggesting.
“No. I never have exclusivity with anyone, no exceptions,” he denied, categorically.
“And I've never had a relationship like that and I don't think I could handle it, I'm sorry.”
“Is that your final word? Because I don't give second chances,” he said seriously, as he got up from the bed and looked at me with his powerful gaze.
“I don't give them either,” I said, even though I desired him like I had never desired anyone before, I couldn't be with him knowing he was also sleeping with others. I wasn't like that and I wasn't going to tolerate it, even if he made me feel things I had never felt before.
“Very well. That being the case, goodbye, Delfina,” he said dryly, and left my bedroom passing by me without looking at me, leaving the scent of his intoxicating cologne in the air.
I went back to the living room to verify that the door had been closed and passed through the kitchen to pick up the tea that I hadn't gotten to drink. I sat on the bed leaning against the headboard. When I brought the cup to my lips, I noticed they were sensitive due to the kisses I had shared with that demon named Hermes Darwich. Just remembering them made me shiver. He was right; we would probably be incendiary in bed because as soon as he touched me, my body reacted. I refused to feel bad—I had done the right thing—but the truth was that I felt something in my chest that distressed me. I didn't know what it was due to, nor did I have any intention of finding out. I left the empty cup on the nightstand and turned off the light, but Morpheus didn't want to embrace me for a long time, and I tossed and turned in bed for hours. When I finally managed to fall asleep, those green eyes once again bewitched me throughout the night.
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The next morning I woke up in a deplorable state, my head was pounding, I was still tired, and I was in a foul mood. I went to the shower hoping that the hot water would improve what was shaping up to be a mortifying morning. In the shower, I couldn’t stop thinking about the kisses I’d shared with Hermes, and that made me even more furious. I got out and prepared some coffee and toast with the intention of going to the gym afterward to burn off energy—energy I didn’t have because I was destroyed, but I still planned to use what little I had left with the hope of being able to sleep the rest of the day.
