Eighty One : Reason

Our kiss broke, and Rhysand was panting above me, he lowered his face from mine to my neck, and bit the sensitive skin on my neck. Sending a jolt straight through my body. I stroked his hair with the fingers of both hands.

"I can make you do many things, but I can't make you believe in me. You have to give me that one."

Did he really ask that? My trust? If so, boy, has he set some goals for himself. "Do you think it's easy to trust you?"

"It's going to be easy, if you really want to do it." He kissed my neck again.

"When I see your past, and how wild your life is. How many women you might treat like me .. I doubt that wil happen."

"The past is irrelevant, and I told you I never treated them the way I treated you, Mew." He sighed against my neck, and stopped kissing my sensitive spot. He just buried his face in it, looking comfortable and so serene, and his arms moved to wrap around my waist. "That's why I want you to believe in me. I feel in vain doing all I can to make you mine if yo