His arm tightens around the small of my back, pinning me to him, and my body follows, bends to his will—but the stiffness in me is awkward.
I don’t know where to place my hands.
I don’t know how to kiss him back.
I mould to his will, follow his moves, feeling his mouth still against mine, firm, and his fingers undoing the button and the zip—
But I’m just a puppet.
The zip hisses through the shadows, faint.
And his fingers dive in. Running down my mound, over the shield of my underwear.
He’s already learned me.
He’s practiced with my body already.
So he finds that sweet spot instantly, and as he does, and his fingers slip around the strip of my underwear, he grazes his cold lips over mine.
The first time, I could almost dismiss it as a moment of lust—and curiosity. Experimental and cruel.
The second time, a moment spun from a quarrel, my attitude stirring something incensed in him, that was something that didn’t happen again, not for the rest of the journey back to the unit. No secret touching, no invasion of my body, no tender moments. Just Samick back to pretending I don’t exist, except when he had to feed me, take me to a bathroom to wash up, give me fresh underwear.
But none of that flies now.
I can’t make excuses for this one.
No dismissals, no reasoning I can label these moments with, then store away in the vault.
This is real.
This kiss is real.
His tongue dragging up my lips, the stare that smoulders from beneath his lashes, the fingers slipped into my knickers and bringing me to climax.
It’s real.
So when I come undone on his fingers, and I tremble against him, my moan coming out in a blend of restrained whimpers and groans, and Samick gently bites my cheek—
My heart slingshots.
‘He bite you?’
My lashes flutter.
‘He will.’
I freeze, feeling the tender bite on my flesh, teeth grazing over my flushed cheeks and darkened freckles.
But he doesn’t draw blood.
Not yet.
And that’s the thought that chills me.
I can’t dismiss it anymore.
Each time, it grows. Grows into something more. More of his defeat, and his conquering of me.
