A Kiss For Your Freedom
Chapter 15

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I'm a little surprised, I thought it was in his nature, that he did it because he had always been like that. I hesitate to ask him. The last time he talked about his past, he was in so much pain that I still remember it.

- Talk to me if you need to. I will always answer you, I told you. I would never lie to you.

- I know, I just don't want to make you suffer.

This time, it is he who stops his movement. I see a smile appear on those lips. A smile that makes my heart beat faster.

- You don't want to make me suffer, he continues, smiling a little more.

- Of course not. It would never occur to me. In fact, I think it would break my heart, I said a little lower, realizing the weight of my words.

I don't know what's going on, but I know I mean what I just said. I bring my hand to my chest, squeezing his t-shirt between my fingers. I feel strange. Overcome by a powerful feeling that overwhelms me and makes me put my fork down on my plate. - You don't feel well, my dear, he asks, putting down his fork.

It's not that I don't feel good. It's just that my body makes me understand that it really matters, that it really matters a lot.

"It's okay, it's okay," I said, trying to escape his gaze.

- Look at me, my dear, he said.

And when I do, I come across this magnificent color that he rarely wears.

- Speak to me. I would listen to you. As much as it takes.

My body relaxes in an instant, I stand up before I even know it and walk around the counter to straddle him. My arms go around his neck as I look into his eyes.

- You look beautiful like that. Really beautiful. That color in your eyes, I don't think I've ever seen anything as beautiful as that.

-You make him react so much.

- I feel it. Wild, powerful, bestial. It's right there. Under the surface, so close, I said, pressing myself against him. The brand pulses. It vibrates, it pushes me to want to see more. -You're not ready yet my dear, I don't want to scare you.

- Makes me scared? However, my whole being tells me not to be afraid, on the contrary. I feel something strange, I said, letting my hands run over his chest. My heart beats faster, harder.

- It's the connection my dear, what we feel amplifies. I'm sorry, I didn't think it would go so quickly but I couldn't resist the urge to bite you again. It speeded things up.

- Tell me, I want to hear it from you. Tell me what I am to you, I said, undulating against him. What I really am.

I'm not sure I know what I'm doing, but on the other hand, the way he reacts proves to me that I have as much effect on him as he can on me. He growls lightly and this dull sound makes my whole body vibrate. His eyes shine a little brighter as one of his hands slides up my back.

- You are mine, he said, revealing these fangs that I only felt. Ours! Just us, he growls a little louder.

That possessive tone. That vibration in his growl. My whole being responds to it at the same time as it gives rise to the fire of desire in me. I feel wet without being able to do anything about it, much more than I should. His smile makes me tremble a little more. Vous oimez mon histoire? Ajoutez lo à vos fovoris. Bonne lecture

-You feel it too, don't you?

I'm not sure I can answer him. I'm not sure I have the confidence to do that.

- Answer me, my dear, he said a little louder. Do you feel it too?

-I feel it. I only see you. Only you.

My fingers slide between our bodies to unbutton his pants. I almost feel embarrassed to do this but I want to so badly. Just a little bit. Just a little bit and he's already so hard. My gaze is lost in his.

- Now tell me, my dear, he said, blocking my movements as he imprisoned me between his arms. For you, what am I? What are we, he said, slapping one of his hands on my a*s.

My breathing catches for a short moment as he manages to make me moan with this simple gesture. What is he for me? What does he represent to me? I'm not sure yet, but I know I want it to continue. I know it's only him who can make me tremble like this. My heart beats faster and faster as the answer hits me as obvious.

"You're mine," I said half-heartedly. Only mine.

His smile gets a little bigger as he releases me from his embrace. My hands resume their work to extract him from these clothes. It throbs under my fingers. He wants it as much as I do. I lift myself up slightly to impale myself on him. I groaned before I even started moving. Our gazes do not leave each other and our lips meet with barely veiled greed.

My hips jerk as I realize just what I said to him. To me. I feel it deep within me. It's growing faster and faster. My need to be with him, to have him all to myself. He is mine and I have nothing against being his.

- Tell me again, my dear. Tell me again, he whispers against my lips.

- You are mine Dorian. Mine and mine alone.

He kisses me again, squeezing my waist a little more to accompany my movements,

--And you are mine, ours.

My mark tingles slightly as our actions become more urgent. My whole body trembles, responds to him. I like hearing him tell me that, I like knowing that in his eyes, I am unique and that he can contemplate having only me.

- There will never be anyone other than you, my dear. It's you, you and only you.

A wave of heat spreads through me as I let the pleasure wash over me, screaming his name. He lets himself go in a final grunt which makes me tremble a little more. We stay like this for a few minutes.

For me, these words run over and over in my head. Is he really? Am I just getting carried away and suffering more later?

- I would never hurt you, my dear. I swear to you. I'm sorry, it's going too fast for you. I would have liked to control myself a little more, but you make him react so much that my possessive and dominant side tends to come out. I didn't want it to scare you.

- You don't have to be sorry, I said, placing a kiss on his cheek. After all, we couldn't have known that things would be so strong between us and that doesn't scare me, it's just surprising. Saying these few words made me understand that I already knew it, which is why I reacted like that with my sister this morning.

- Would you like to tell me what happened with your sister?

- Three times nothing. She was joking about you taking me to work until she said you were handsome and I didn't like that. It's stupid, I know. But I don't want another woman to lay those eyes on you. And she was lucky to be my sister because I think it could have escalated very quickly.

- Possessive. I love it, he said, placing a kiss on my mark.

- I've never been possessive, it's only because it's you, handsome brunette.

- Well, I'm delighted to be the center of these little touches, really delighted.

- Are you really different because you're with me?

I feel him tense slightly before he holds me a little tighter against him. We come to this subject that I was dreading to approach.

- I am, yes. It's you who inspires what I do, the way I act with you. I had never experienced this before you. I always want to see you, to feel you and when you are finally with me, I just want to make you smile. I want to see you happy. I want you to keep making my heart beat faster.

- I didn't want to revive painful memories by making you think about the past. I was just curious.

- If I talked to you about it, it's because you have the right to broach the subject, my dear. I just hope that you too can finally open up about what made you suffer.

I look at him with a tilt of my head. He really wants to know, but can I tell him? Can I tell him what happened that weekend? I sigh deeply before saying.

- All this should never have taken on such proportions. My sister asked me to attend a party for a client. The classic thing, evening wear, petit fours, the really boring thing. But then, even though I had arrived less than an hour ago, I felt strange. I don't really know how to explain it, but despite the number of guests, I met his gaze and everyone disappeared. There was only him left. It seemed to be shared, he crossed the room to grab me and take me away from the crowd. I remember we looked at each other for a minute or two, at that moment I should have understood, there was something deep in those eyes, like a hint of disappointment. I certainly wasn't what he expected, but my doubts disappeared when I let him get close to me. We were almost in a daze. I didn't think about what was going to happen next and it could have ended there, after one night, except that he had to speak. That he said all these things to me, that he made all these declarations to me that made me feel special, special. What I felt with him was obvious, I had this feeling of having found my place, I thought I could be who I really was, without fear of being judged. And that was the case, for a little over two days. And then everything changed. When we woke up, he was different. Distant. And as soon as he spoke to me, he showed himself to be cruel, heartless, treating me like a common tramp, like a name on his list of hunting lists. He kicked me out of his room and I found myself barely dressed in a hallway, without understanding what had just happened.