I try to shake it off, regain some control over myself. It’s not something I’ve ever really had to fight for before. My life is about controlling myself.
After I make it to my room, my door ajar, I can hear her…playing that damned violin.
It’s more frenzied. Sadder than how she’s played it before. It pierces through me, clenching my fists and making me move before I think through it.
I’m smashing things: the mirror at my dresser, the chair across the room. I don’t have much to smash, but it looks like a force of nature’s hit. And I still have too much energy to contain.
I storm to her room, the door cracked open. I push it open fully with my foot, watching her jump and drop the violin from under her chin, eyes wide and wild.
When I stalk forward, she sets the violin down quickly, startled and scrambling back.
I catch up with her, grab her by the neck, and pin her to the wall, feeling her swallow under my palm.
She peers over my shoulder at someone, her hand lifting to keep them at bay before she peers into my eyes.
I’m not squeezing. I would never. But I am holding her in place. Fighting with the emotions she causes in me. I’m not a soft man. I don’t know what to do with soft feelings.
She touches my cheek gently, with care. Warmth detonates my insides as I watch her reaction.
As her fear turns to something more.
My grip on her shifts, cupping the side of her neck, up to her jaw, and I can’t hold back any longer.
Mouth descending on hers, I give her a bruising kiss, consumed by the sweet taste of her lips. I’m not gentle.
But most importantly, she kisses me back, softening under me and the press of my body.
I let loose the pent-up need, hands exploring her, squeezing, stroking, making her moan.
God, it’s like ambrosia.
Fingers tangling in her hair, I tip her head back, kissing and nipping along her throat, sinking my teeth into the flesh of her neck. Her knees wobble, but I’ve got a solid grip on her.
Her moan is louder, sweeter, without being muffled by my kiss.
I need her so badly that I’m losing myself. Fuck, I want to lose myself in her. To get the short reprieve from how much I seem to need her. None of the sweetbutts have even tapped into it, none of them tempting me the way she does by simply breathing.
When my hand jams between her thighs, she stiffens. I drop my touch and look at her.
She’s panting and braced against the wall. She’s attracted to me. Turned on.
“What?” I demand, my voice low.
Her mouth works but nothing comes out. Her cheeks blaze, and her eyes cast down.
My hand squeezes her chin as I make her look at me. She swallows hard, pupils dilating.
“Tell me.”
“I—I’ve never…”
Fuck.
I back away, running my hand over my head. How the fuck—I turn back to her abruptly. “You’re a virgin.”
She nods, cheeks blazing so brightly. The true epitome of a princess. Locked in that tower. In need of rescue. Too bad I’m the dragon instead of the knight in shining armor.
“Never been touched? At all?”
