“You forget who you’re playing with, princess?” he asks, breaking the kiss.
I swallow, keeping my eyes closed as I try to compose myself and not give in to the temptation my body so deeply wants.
“Viola,” he whispers, his breath vibrating against my lips. “Viola, look at me.”
I hear the desperation in his voice, the eagerness in his tone, and I fight obeying with every part of my body. “No,” I say, exhaling. “I don’t trust myself with you.”
I hear a soft chuckle release from his lips, and it brings me comfort. “I don’t blame you.”
His words make me laugh, and I shake my head in protest. “Arrogance isn’t a flattering trait, you know.”
“Your body seems to disagree.” He pinches my n****e between his fingers and releases a deep, satisfied hum. “In fact, every part of you disagrees.”
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