Rachel’s POV
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Nathan stalked toward me, towering like a mountain. I couldn’t meet his gaze, keeping my eyes downcast an shadow engulfed me completely.
We stood so close I could feel his body heat through my thin robe. The silence stretched between us, my heartheat deatening in my
cars.
Breathing became difficult. I instinctively stepped back.
In that moment, he moved suddenly, reaching for me. I froze, squering my eyes shut.
Then I felt his fingers brush across my shoulder, slowly sliding the robe off my body.
My heart raced with fear, thinking of how I must appear to him–trembling, eyes closed, face burning with shame.
“Please…” My voice was broken and shaky.
I didn’t know what I was afraid of, what I was anticipating. I couldn’t think clearly, especially with his scent surrounding me intoxicating and wild.
Get on the b
bed. His command was a low murmur, breath warm against the shell of my ear.
His voice was mesmerizing, a deep, velvet tone that seemed to vibrate within my very bones. Each word sent electric tremors through my heart, making it stutter erratically.
I forced my heavy eyelids open, the room swimming for a second. On unsteady legs that felt disconnected from my body, I walked towards the bed.
It yielded softly beneath my tentative touch, plush and comfortable, just as Emma had promised it would be.
Despite mentally preparing myself for weeks, when the actual moment arrived, it proved far more difficult than I’d imagined.
As I lay down in the center of the bed, I obediently closed my eyes, trying to focus on breathing exercises to calm my racing thoughts.
I dip slightly–he was beside me!
The next moment, I felt the bed dip s
My heart thundered in my chest, a wild, erratic drumbeat as my fingers twisted into the soft blanket beneath me, anchoring me to the bed.
“The airfelt thick, heavy with anticipation, and when I dared to open my eyes, I was met with his piercing gaze locked onto mine.
A soft, involuntary gasp slipped from my lips, my breath catching in my throat.
Before Lcould move,
his large hand shot forward, capturing both my wrists in a single, firm grip.
He pinned them ab my head, pressing them into the mattress with just enough force to make my pulse race faster. The stretch of my arms left me vulnerable, my body arching slightly under his weight.
I became acutely aware of the contrast between us–he was fully clothed, his shirt brushing against my skin, while I lay nearly bare, my thin nightgown doing little to shield me from his scrutiny.
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Chapter 11
Shame flooded through me, hot and suffocating, mingling with
once soft and inviting, now feh stark, casting shadows that demed
inge, unbidden heat that coiled low in my belly. The dim light,
highlight every curve and tremble of my form.
His free hand moved, deliberate and unhurried, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin along my side. The touch was searing. electric, sending a jolt through me that made my breath hitch.
My body betrayed me
shiver as his fingers traced lower, skimming the dip of my waist, then pausing at the edge of my hip.
My heart felt like it might burst, each beat a frantle plea as he gently lifted the hem of my nightgown, the fabric sliding up with a whisper against my skin. His hand ventured further, bushing the delicate skin now fully exposed to his touch.
I couldn’t stop the trembling that consumed me, my thighs pressing ugether instinctively as his touch grew bolder.
His fingers slipped beneath, teasing the soft, nsitive flesh of my inner thigh before finding their way to my core.
A slow, deliberate stroke against my pussy sont a shockwave of sensation through me, my hips twitching despite myself
My pussy was already slick, betraying my desire as it glistened with arousall. His fingers moved with purpose, sliding inside me w a gentle but insistent rhythm, each thrust coaxing mode wetness from me as my body responded helplessly to his touch.
The heat of his touch was overwhelming, igniting a fire I wasn’t prepared to face. My breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, each one a struggle against the storm building inside me.
Too afraid to meet his gaze, I squeezed my eyes shut, praying to the Moon Goddess for this to end quickly.
with
But the moment my eyes closed, regret crashed over me. The weight of his body pressing down, the heat of his breath against my neck, the slow, rhythmic stroke of his fingers–it all coalesced into something darker, something that dragged me back to a place d fought to escape.
In my mind’s eye, it wasn’t him anymore. It was Daniel–his greedy pering face looming over me.
The memory of my tormentor clawed its way to the surface, tainting the heat of the moment with icy dread.
The room’s romantic atmosphere seemed like an illusion, the bed beneath me suffocating, and the man above me….
No! This wasn’t Daniel! Daniel wasn’t here!
I bit my lip hard, trying to relax my body, but my emotions took over, rendering my efforts useless.
Bitterness and fear brought tears, and once they came, I couldn’t stop them, I felt warm droplets dampening the blanket beneath me.
ts sliding d
down my cheeks,
“No…
Desperation and fear swept over me. Like in my deepest nightmares, could only summon the faintest voice with all my strength.
“No…
