“I’m fine now,” I told him. He cupped the back of my head and pulled me down until I was resting one side of head against his chest. I could feel his heart racing.
I realized this had affected him more than it did me.
If I was scared, he had been terrified something bad was going to happen to me.
Fuck, did this mean he loved me?
Then why was he acting so distant?
I tipped my head up and kissed his jawline, loving the feel of his beard against my lips.
Jensen was hot no matter what, but I was growing fond of the beard. I might ask him to keep it like this for now on.
I kissed his jawline a second time and felt him tense in my arms.
“Emilia?”
“Hmm?”
“What are you doing?”
I moved my lips further, aiming for his cheek. I kissed him there before moving to his nose.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I asked coyly, kissing the tip of his nose.
“Are you sure this is such a good idea?”
“Are you denying me?”
He shuddered, and I felt like the most powerful woman in the world—no, more than that. I felt like a fucking goddess.
“I want you,” I said. “Please don’t make me beg.”
The last part was said in desperation. If I had to beg him for sex this time, it wouldn’t be like when he made me beg him the first time we had sex.
This would shatter me, and I didn’t think I could handle it if that was the case.
I didn’t think we could handle it.
Perhaps he heard it in my voice. Perhaps he knew it too, or maybe, after denying us for so long, he wanted it just as badly as I did.
I didn’t know, and I didn’t care.
Because it felt like he came alive in my arms.
He cupped the back of my head and forcefully moved me so he could kiss me.
And what a kiss.
He devoured me whole, and I was shaking with want.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting him closer, but he pulled them away with both hands, and moving my hands behind my back, where he held onto my wrist loosely with one hand.
Why was that so hot?
That he could so easily overpower me?
I moaned in his mouth when he deepened the kiss and took over the control.