My need for her was too strong.
I wanted her too desperately.
I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.
I loved her.
Never had I felt something so intense, so devouring.
I kissed her again, both of my hands cupping the sides of her neck now, holding her motionless for me, for what I was doing to her.
“Seth,” she muttered against my mouth, and I felt my entire body stiffen in reaction.
Using gentle pressure, I made her stand and instantly drew her against me. She was so small compared to me, her little hands still grasping my biceps, pushing me closer, latching on to me. I sensed something change in her demeanor, this desperation that matched my own.
She rose on her toes, put her arms around my neck, and fucking kissed me back like she was desperate. I groaned, liking that she opened her mouth wide for me, that she allowed me to drive my tongue into the warm, sweet depths of her mouth.
I pulled back and glanced down at her, seeing the dazed expression on her face, the evident fact she was aroused as she peered up at me with her eyes wide, her pupils dilated.
“This is crazy, right?” she whispered almost as if she were trying to convince herself of the fact this wasn’t really happening.
My cock jerked at the sight of her hungry for me, at the smell of lemons and spun sugar that enveloped her… at the taste of her on my lips and tongue. I cupped her cheek, clinging on to her, feeling like she’d leave, escape like a terrified little animal.
This dam had been breached inside of me, and my erection, my yearning and all the emotions I had for Grace were out in the open. It felt like an open wound, one that would never heal. I’d never heal because of her, and it was that anguish, that raw vulnerability, that assured me she was the one for me.
My other half.
The person who could break me with a few softly whispered words, with the fear of not being mine. “Should we stop?” she asked, the tone in her voice telling me she was almost afraid of what my answer might be.
“Do you want to?” I said just as softly, my focus on her mouth. I wanted to kiss her again.
She didn’t answer verbally, but she did shake her head.
“Do I frighten you?” I asked and leaned down so our mouths were only inches apart.
For a second, she didn’t answer. Maybe she was thinking about lying, about assuring me she wasn’t. I could see she was nervous about all of this.
She nodded once yet arched her chest, forcing her breasts into me. “Yes and no,” was all she muttered. “How I feel frightens me. The power you wield over me frightens me.”
I closed my eyes and battled for control.
She possessed all the power.
The need that had built up inside of me, my emotions, sensations, and having Grace here with me now, was my undoing. There was no going back. There never was once I’d had it in my mind that I’d make her mine.
I lifted my hand and ran my fingers down her neck, revelling in the smoothness of her flesh. I felt like the world was crashing down around me. I’d move heaven and earth to please Grace.
My feelings for her made me vulnerable, and I hadn’t felt that way since I was a child, since before my uncle passed. But this was a new type of vulnerability. This was the kind that I wanted to embrace, since it felt like it was the one bit of myself I’d buried, too terrified to acknowledge.
“All you have to do is tell me what you want, Grace, and it’s yours.”
She peered into my eyes, and I felt my pulse beat a little quicker at the vulnerability I saw. Damn, she was so innocent, so untainted and shielded to the way the world was, to the way things could be. It made me want to protect her, keep her near and never let anything touch her.
“I just want you.”
God, did this woman know the power she held over me?
Fuck, did I comprehend the power she possessed over me?
