Chapter Seventeen

(Lena's POV)

"Then kiss me," I whispered.

His lips were on mine, and I felt mine move too. It was beautiful, and I felt the hot sensation building inside of me. I could feel him, not just on my lips, but I could feel him hard down there, and the thought that I had caused that was very satisfying.

He only stopped kissing me when I was out of breath; I grinded against him.

"Lena, don't do that," he warned, but still I moved, my body and his meeting; the only limitation was the clothes.

"Why shouldn't I?" I asked, the humor clear in my eyes.

"Because you have no idea how hard I am fighting for control right now."

"Then don't. Let go"

He smirked. He lifted my dress higher against my thighs, and his hands were all over me, my breath coming out in pants after being deprived for two years. I didn't want to think about the women he had been with before now; all I knew was that little by little I was beginning to trust him, and more than that, I trusted the love he had for me, which I knew was