43. Altered

His jaw muscles clenched, shocked by his own strong response to her smell and looks as he fiercely battled with himself not to reach out and touch her.

Why was she getting only harder and harder to resist?

His palms balled into tight fists at his sides, all those veins on his arms popping as he watched her timidly approach until she was standing right in front of him, their heavy breaths mingling as she rose her chin to look up at him.

He could feel the way her hardened nipples gently brushed against the upper part of his abdomen with every breath, little by little pushing at his self-control as he silently stood there, unmoving and hard as a rock.

He didn't want to somehow hurt her or scare her away, so he forcefully kept his composure as she rose her hand and slowly traced it over his left pectoral, allowing her to touch him however she pleased.

For she already did rule over everything he represented, whether she was aware of it or not...His body, his life-force...

"Are you enjoying