His kiss pulled me into him. His hands were everywhere. Was this what every first kiss felt like? Was this a dream? There was no way this was real. His mouth moved slowly against mine, like a necessary ritual before one could indulge. His hands were on me, pulling my hips down against his lap, my breathing becoming more labored with every second that passed.
Kissing him, I was fascinated by this feeling I’d never known before. I could taste him, grasp him, feel his desire reverberating against my mouth as my neck angled, his lips on my throat. He was all around me—his warmth, his desire, his body. It was as if he was breaching a boundary I didn’t know existed, one I wanted him to take down, to reach past and show me what this was.
I pressed my hips down instinctively and my eyes flew open. What was I doing? Everything about him was intoxicating, forcing my heart into a pounding fury—it was as if I were drowning in him and desperately needed to come up for air. Resisting, I pulled away, triggering something tight and binding that seared in my chest.
Gasping, I caught his gaze, seeing a flicker of surprise before it vanished.
Getting off his lap, I touched my chest where the pain flashed, but the ache still rushed through my body. I didn’t want to move away. I badly wanted to crawl back into his lap and forget about everything else, but that was all instinct talking. No rational thought had crossed my mind until Ifeltwhat I was about to do.
But his touch, the feeling ofhim,lingered, somewhere deep within.
Sobering quickly, I backed away from him.
“What is this?” I asked, my voice strained. “Is this part of my training? To be seduced?”
He watched me curiously, straightening his collar.
“I know you want it,” he said. “I can feel your desire.”
I looked away from him. I didn’t know what he was doing, but this wasn’t like me at all.
I moved toward the door.
“Anna.”
His voice stopped me, but I didn’t turn back. “You have already committed.”
I recalled his words from earlier: “If I cannot taste you, can I have you?”
I stiffened.
Taking a deep breath, I reached for the door and left.
Chapter 12
Friend or Foe, I Don’t Know
ANNA
Islammed the door and paced like a caged lion.What the fuck was that?My hands wouldn’t stop trembling.
Malakai.
Had he drugged me? I hadn’t drank anything. Was it something I’d inhaled?
Had he done anything at all, or was it me?
I stopped, forcing myself to take a deep breath. I’d truly wanted him to; I still did. I didn’t know him. I knew nothing about him. This place wasn’t short on attractive men, but that wasn’t within reason.
A sharp rap at the door made me jump.
I snapped it open.
Isabella jerked.
“Hey,” she said. “How was your session?”
“Fine,” I snapped, turning away, but leaving the door open.
