Chapter 32: His Thoughts

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Nevaeh felt her body stiffen, her heart wildly hammering behind her rib cage as she watched him stalk her, closing the space between them while she stood still with a single piece of clothing wrapped over her body, feeling completely vulnerable and exposed. She took one more retreating step, but she barely moved an inch as she felt the hard surface of the table behind her press hard against her thighs.

Her hand gripped the edge of the dressing table while the other firmly held her towel in place like her life depended on it. She watched him with hanging breath as he slowly unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, revealing his silky looking chest while he took those torturing steps towards her.

What was he going to do now? Consummate their marriage? Nevaeh felt fear crawl over her as her heart thud even harder. He couldn't do that.

'D..Dale' She had wanted to say, but his husky voice suddenly came cutting through her thoughts, making her completely numb.

"You are beautiful, Elleanor." She heard him say as he stopped a foot barely away from her. She swallowed when she saw the dark glint that hovered in his eyes as he gazed at her like she was something he was fascinated about. He was doing it again, staring at her, touching her with his burning gaze like an attracted moth.

She opened her mouth like a fish out of water when his hand reached for her face, tucking a wet tendril behind her ear. "Oh, the things I want to do you, Elleanor." He whispered. She gasped when she suddenly felt her body in the air, and the next second she was sitting on the dressing table with him standing between her legs—his body pressing against her thighs.

"D...Dal.." She stuttered, but his deep sirenic voice hushed her, but not her pounding heart. Nevaeh could hear her heart violently drumming in her ears, sending her warning signals of what was about to come her way. Her eyes were dancing with panic as she anxiously stared at him. Their proximity made her breathless.

And as if he could feel her fears, he whispered, "Do not be afraid, love. I don't want to touch you...yet." Nevaeh heard the hesitation in his voice when he said his last word. He doesn't want to touch her 'yet'? But he would eventually! Oh, God! But if he wasn't going to touch her, then what was he going to do?

"I...if you're not....what are you...going to do to...me?" Her tiny voice came asking, causing Dale to chuckle as he leaned into her ear, a dangerous and haughty smile playing on his lips. Even his laugh made her feet tingle.

"Why don't I show you?" He breathed into her ears. Nevaeh gulped at his words. Her grip over the table and towel tightened as she sat with hitched breath, hoping and praying this wasn't what she thought it was.

Another seduction play, where he would do those things to her body, and she would respond in a way she hadn't experienced before or worse in a way she wasn't supposed to react. Oh heavens! What should she do? She wasn't supposed to be this way with her sister's husband! And most importantly, she was naked, and the only thing covering her was a towel that barely covered her thighs but was now exposed to him.

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Maybe she could ask him to stop. She could protest to his touch or even lie to be on her time of the month. But wasn't she wearing a white towel? Why wasn't she stained yet? What ill-luck did she have? Would he even believe her if she lied? She could provoke him or, worse, make him suspicious of her. No! she couldn't do that. She could still remember that moment when his countenance had changed when she begged him to stop approaching her.

Nevaeh was still twirling in her thoughts when his heavy voice suddenly came sounding from above her ear, steeling her as well as her thoughts. "I thought about you all day, Elle." He said, breathing against her lips, his heat warming up her face and leaving her flushed. His voice was as gentle and mesmerizing as ever. "I thought about how lonely you'd be at home, how I should be with you to keep you company, care for you and make you happy." He tilted his head and placed a kiss behind her ear, making her jolt. "I thought about holding you, having your soft body against mine while I drown in your sweet embrace." He kissed the lobe of her ears while his right hand slowly crawled up her legs in the most painful and torturous way ever, sending shivers down her spine.

"I thought about kissing you and having a drink of your lips again." A deep chuckle rumbled out of his chest before he kissed her neck, making her jolt again. Her breath bated with fear, heat and unease. She felt tiny electric jolts tingle around her skin as her chest slowly heaved with fear of breathing too fast.

"I want to love you, Elle, in ways you possibly can't imagine. I want to make you mine as I am fully yours. Yours to love, have and keep." He pulled his face from her neck, making her hiss at the absence of his warmth against her neck.  "Make me yours." His breathy voice came almost pleading. Nevaeh could taste his breath as he stood against her lips, his eyes piercing deep into hers as they stared at one another, with the tension between them slowly rising to its peak.

Nevaeh knew this wasn't right. How could she be responding to him in such a way? She had prepared herself mentally all through the day but whatever walls she had built during the day came crumbling the moment his eyes kissed her face. What sort of temptation was this? Why was her body betraying her in such a way? All these foreign feelings he was making her feel, what did they even mean?

She felt her head spin when he slowly leaned, and he covered her lips with his. Her eyes widened, and her heart skipped when his lips grazed hers. W-what was he doing? Nevaeh felt her body tremble, but the slow movement of his soft lips against hers made something chilly and warm course through her veins, fluttering her eyes till her lids closed. All of her thought utterly pushed out of her head as the smell of earth lingered over her nose. A low moan escaped her lips when his teeth grazed her lips, and he kissed her ever so gently, caressing her lips in ways that sensuously tingled every nerve of her body till she felt herself roll over into the dark abyss of pleasure. A satisfied groan rolled out of his Dale when she responded to him. Though it was small, it was all he needed. He ran his lips over her till she could feel nothing but jellies in her bones. Her grip over the table subconsciously loosened as it trembled, and the hand on her towel now clenched to his shirt.

Nevaeh hissed for air when he suddenly pulled away, but his grip over her waist was as firm as the claw of a wild beast. His darkened eyes gazed at her as she tried to calm her ragging breath, but all she could feel was goosebumps crawling over her.

"Remember how this feels, Angel. Next time, it will be more intense." He muttered, placing a kiss on the tip of her shoulder before walking away leaving her on the tabletop.

Nevaeh watched as he walked out of the room. Her whole body trembled at the rush of the memories from seconds ago. She remembered every word he had whispered to her and the way they made her feel.

Nevaeh covered her mouth in shock and embarrassment. What was happening to her? Why was she so weak and helpless before him? She had imagined him carrying out every of his word to the latter -Taking care of her, loving her?

Her shoulders trembled as she covered her quivering lips, as tears stung her eyes.. 'What sort of person was she becoming? She wasn't supposed to be doing this or feeling anything at all. So what then was she doing?

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