25 Lori

“Does it feel like I’m lying.” He growls. His fingers glide from my shoulders before digging into my hips. I shake my head. “Say it out loud.” he groans as he pulls me closer to his body. Not rubbing or suggestive movements but like he doesn’t want to let me go. Like touching me is his lifeline.

“What?” I ask, biting my lip and focusing on the feel of him against me. I have never felt this before. Excluding the trauma James had brought to my body, I have never felt like someone was craving my body, needed just the feel of me against them to take their next breath. It was an intoxicating feeling. Overwhelming and terrifying. My brain was spinning trying to tell me that I needed to walk away, that this would lead to nothing but pain. That I should be ashamed that I felt arousal at his touch.

“Look at yourself and tell yourself that you are perfect.” He growls into my ear.

“No.” I whisper fighting myself, fighting him.

He presses his lips a