‘Things were getting out of my control… He was… taking over me.’

“Cinzel.”

Lifting my chin, he made me confront his demanding eyes, brushing his thumb over my dry lips, his face lethally close to mine, restricting my breath to cope with his inflamed ones.

“Can I tell you a secret?” He asked seductively with his lips too close to mine, when his thumb gradually removed.

I thought his lips were going to replace it but instead to my vague nod, his murmur came, “I want to become necessary for your breaths.”

You are becoming…

The anticipation paused my functions, dread made me swallow hard and when he noticed the...