Inexperienced novel Chapter 32

We go into the living room and sit down. Nervously I begin to fiddle with my hands.

"Sll te plaît, ne fais pas ça." (Please don't do that) He says and I nod, a small smile gracing my lips as I remember how Marquis got frustrated with my nervous fidgeting to the point where he had me sit in his lap. I smell is scent as if he was in the room with me. I slightly shake my head, getting out of my thoughts not wanting to have to deal with the thoughts that filled my head after such memories.

"Pardon." (Sorry) I reply and he nods. "Zach, écoute, ce nest pas que tu as fait quelque chose de mal cest juste que..." (Zach, it's not that you did anything wrong it's just that...) I stop not knowing what it was I wanted to say.

"Prenez votre temps, vous navez pas besoin de précipiter les choses." (Take your time, you don't need to rush things.) He replies and I thank him.

"Une partie de moi est juste ... Effrayé." (A part of me is just...scared.) I start again.

"Je sais." (I know) He whispers and puts a hand on my bouncing knee. I look over and almost gasp at how close he is. I didn't notice he's inched closer to me until now.

"Pardon. Je sais que je ne devrais pas avoir peur, mais ... Je ne sais pas comment le dire." (Sorry. I know I shouldn't be scared but...I don't know how to put it.) I say bashfully. Zach places his hands over mine and that's when I realize I was fidgeting with my fingers again.

"Tu as peur de te faire briser le cur ou de jouer avec. Je comprends comment le cur a de limportance." (You're scared you're going to get your heart broken or played with. I understand how ones heart holds importance.) He answers and I find he's right, yet I don't want him to be.

"Non, ce nest pas ça." (No that's not it.) The words come out of my mouth and I am surprised.

"Cest normal dêtre dans le déni. Quand les coeurs lont impliqué, cest effrayant." (It's ok to be in denial. When the hearts involved it is a scary thing.) He says and I let out a slight growl, getting up and begin to pace.

"Je ne suis pas dans le déni. Vous pensez savoir, mais vous ne savez pas." (I'm not in denial. You think you know but you don't) I tell him as I still pace.

"Hiver, alors explique pourquoi après je te le dis, tu taggraves." (Winter, then explain why after I tell you, you grow aggravated.) He says with a sigh.

"TU NAS PAS À ME DIRE CE QUE JE RESSENS. JE SAIS CE QUE JE RESSENS. SI JAVAIS PEUR QUE MON CUR SOIT IMPLIQUÉ, JE LE SAURAIS!" (YOU DON'T GET TO TELL ME HOW I FEEL. I KNOW HOW I FEEL. IF I WERE TO BE SCARED ABOUT MY HEART BEING INVOLVED I'D KNOW!) I scream at him, shoving my finger in his chest and getting real close to his face. In a swift movement he gently grabs my wrists, keeping me close.

"Tu ne me crierai pas dessus." (You will not yell at me) He commands in a dominant tone. I almost submit, ALMOST but I don't want to admit that his words are true. No, I don't need to admit anything because his words aren't true. I Need them not to be.

"Tu ne peux pas me dire quoi faire. Je ne suis pas un enfant." (You can't tell me what to do. I'm not a child.) I huff and take my wrists out of his grip and glare at him. "Tu ne sais rien de moi." (You know nothing of me) I add as if saying Ha! I win!

"Vous devriez être très prudent avec votre prochain choix de mots." (You should be very careful with your next choice of words.) He warns and I smirk, getting close to the point where I'm in his face.

"Vraiment? Oh, jai si peur." (Is that so? Oh I'm so scared) I mock as I poke his chest after each word. Quickly he gets up and I find myself backing away. He looks at me, his eyes dark. Gone is the cute, dorky man I knew and in his place was a dominant man, one who knew what he wanted and would get it. Who was to stop something, especially if I wanted it as well.

"U-um." I stutter, the dominance radiating off of him making me suddenly shy.

"Qu'est-ce que c'est? Quelque chose ta mis la langue" (What is it? Something got your tongue) He asks, his breath fanning my neck. Before I can speak, his lips tackle the sensitive part of my neck, causing me to let out a stifled moan.

"Ne me cache pas tes sons."(Don't hide your sounds from me) he smirks, as his hands roam up under my shirt and begins to fondle my nipples. I gasp and arch my body into his, my hands going around his neck.

"Voilà" (That's it) he encourages, his lips traveling further down my body, getting a whimper out of me. One of his hands lower and he palms my most sensitive part, his thumb expertly running over my clit. Another moan escapes me and I blush as I begin to grind against his thumb, as if I had no control over my hips and they had a mind of their own. I want to back away out of embarrassment but that's not an option.

"Il ny a pas besoin dêtre timide" (There's no need to be shy) he says huskily as if he read my mind. "La réaction de votre corps est normale." (Your body's reaction is normal.) He fastens the pace and a couple of minutes later, there's a tightening in my stomach. Just as I was about to release he let go and I let out a whimper.

"Qu'est-ce que c'est?" (What is it?) He asks with a knowing smirk on his face. I look into his hazel eyes which were a shade darker. I find myself blushing, and shyly looking down, unable to stand his intense gaze.

"Je devrais y aller." (I-I should g-go) I stutter and go to walk past him but he gently pushes me against the wall.

"Où crois-tu que tu vas chaton?" (Where do you think you're going kitten) he whispers and I shiver. He chuckles knowing the effect he has on my body, causing me to blush harder. "Regarde-moi" (Look at me) He commands and I do. I don't know what it was, our heavy breathing, the fact that my adrenaline was pumping hard through my body, or the fact that I craved for his touch but it causes me to pull him into a lustful kiss. He moans as our tongues connect. My lips then travel down his body, causing another moan out of him. I smirk, relishing in the fact that I'm making his body feel this way. Im in control. My victory is short lived when he gently brings me back up.