64. Pleasure in Pain

Roseline's POV

Abruptly, he pulled me to himself and no matter how hard I tried to steady myself, I found myself stumbling over his body just the way he wanted. My head collided with his rock-hard chest and I hissed in pain but he didn't seem bothered by it.

My ear pressed against his chest and I could clearly hear the loud thumping of his heart, which was covered under many layers but it was there, feeling things and doing more than just pumping blood.

Attempting to regain my balance, I propped myself up on my elbow, only to have him grip my wrist more tightly and pull me closer to him, eliminating any remaining distance between our bodies that I was trying to create.

"Uhh" A moan escaped my lips unintentionally when my soft body was crushed against his hard one once again and this time it hurt more than before.

"Stay," he murmured, his voice thick and hoarse, burdened by the fever that consumed him.

But still, in his vulnerable and weak state, he didn't forget to order me.

My