PREVIEW
"stop right there!" Sophia warns him taking an abrupt step back only to get collided with the sofa behind her...
shit... she is trapped now
“say it” he takes a step closer
“say what?” she asks with her rising heartbeat and raging hormones that start to light up in his presence
“my name” he groans hearing the sound of her breath
“y...your n...name” she stutters and his hands snake around her waist reaching up for the zipper behind her back.
not used to the touch Sophia flinches at the sudden contact of his fingers grazing her exposed flesh.
he pulls the zipper down...
realization of his actions hold on to her letting a gasp fall out of her lips... evident shock written over her features with her mouth opening and closing like a fish.
she moves her hand to touch her back... to check “did you just....” but her question ends up dead in her own breathe when his face ducks on her neck... and in an instant of flight and fight instinct she supports her hand on his chest in an attempt to push him away.
holding her firmly in his caging arms...ignoring her protest he sniffs her hair closing his eyes a loud contentful sigh escapes his lips with a huff
from her hair to her neck... then her shoulder he drowns in her scent rubbing his sculpted nose on her skin...melting in her.
fueling a fire inside her she never thought herself capable of and she remains...she remains in his arms obediently, perhaps compiling even... with his actions for once.
he lightly bites her shoulder, which seems to have straight up knocked out the breathing air from her lungs, and a sound unknown to herself resonates with her body exhaling out of her lips.
he nibbles on the thin knotted shoulder strap ends tied together barely hanging... the apparent cause of his torture this whole time.
he pulls on the strap-end in between his teeth, with his lips brushing her shoulder in sloppy kisses the knot opens up... slipping the straps off her shoulders.
he assaults her skin with his kisses and bites while his other hand moves from her waist up lightly brushing past her bristols towards her right shoulder tangling with the ends of the other shoulder straps in his fingers he pulls it open
Sophia visibly shudders under his touch... and she once again attempts to push him back but he jerks her closer.
he pulls away from her neck to look at her.
seeing her eyes glued to their colliding front her half fallen off dress her on-display bosom that rose and fell with every hard laboring breath she took.
he controlled his twitching pants with a groan this was a sight he never expected to befall.
her fallen-off dress barely hanging there due to his hold on her kept torturing him so he moved his gaze up
the realization of it all causes her cheeks to burn unable to hide but thankful for the darkness of the room she keeps her gaze glued down frustrating him more
his hand moves to the nape of her neck and forcing her face forward he orders “say it”
she closes her eyes to that “I am not a patient man Sophia...” his chest rumbles. he is angry, he is furious.
she opens her eyes slowly, clamping her lips together but looking into his eyes she lets go.
witnessing the rage in those eyes she feels herself losing... losing her strength, her breath, her ability to look ahead of everything, to look away from him, or even to push him away.
what she sees in those orbs scares her
‘she is not weak... no not at all,’ she tells herself but somehow she has lost all the strength. it feels to her as if... at this moment even if someone had killed her, she wouldn’t have noticed.
she finds herself in those eyes...
he rests his forehead on hers and she witnesses those orbs scrutinizing her with a storm brewing inside and she understands one thing for sure that...this...this will be the reason... this is where she will fall.
this is where her destruction will start.
she can see it
and feel it
she knows it
but somehow she is not bothered
she is not concerned to have her destruction in this man...
and now she doesn’t know what is scarier? her destruction itself or how unbothered she is to that destruction...
with their nose touching and lips barely apart she makes another futile attempt in holding her ground when she whispers “Mr. Walker” in a warning tone using her last bit of sanity.
hearing that he abruptly releases her from his hold, provoking another gasp... as the sudden cold air jolts her body, in the absence of his touch.
he lets go, and her dress cascades down her body on the floor, like nothing.
leaving her bare for him...
