When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40
Artemisia

“Do you want me to reject you, mate?” He asks me, sending a shudder down my spine.

My breath hitches in my throat as I freeze, and he flashes me a wolfish smirk.

“Do you want me to reject you?” He repeats, and now I shake my head immediately.

“Then I don’t care!” He says, clenching his jaw.

My heart halts in my chest as my brain struggles to process what he just said.

“Huh?” I ask stupidly, watching him take a step to reduce the distance between us.

Leaning in, he speaks directly into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I don't care, love.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss on my neck, and a low moan escapes my lips. “You are my mate and you are mine.”

A purr rumbles through his chest as he breathes me in, making me feel like my legs are about to turn into jelly. “If the prick wants to reject you, I don’t care. More for me!”

I whimper as his declaration hits me right in my core.

Straightening back up slightly, he lets his gaze roam on my face, moving it from my lips back up to my eyes. The green spots in his dark irises are practically glowing as his demeanor changes into something predatory. “Right, mate?”

I can’t do anything else but nod, feeling as if I were being put in a trance by him. He keeps me hostage for another few heartbeats before he takes one last step to wrap his arms around me.

My breath hitches in my throat as he leans in, stopping just a few millimeters in front of my face. His lips hover over mine, and I can feel his teasing smirk on his tempting lips even if we aren’t touching yet.

I know that he is playing with me, and normally, it would make me furious. I never liked the fuckboy or playboy type who gets a kick out of teasing women for their ego.

But I don’t feel any anger.

This entire situation feels a lot different. It feels like a seductive play for him to see how much he can make me lose my mind.

And I’m totally in for that.

Instead of feeling anger and frustration, my body gets flooded by lust and pleasant anticipation.

My mind gets totally blanked out while his alluring scent invades my senses.

I feel like I’m not even blinking anymore as I keep my eyes on him, fascinated by the fact that he has me yearning to see his next move like this.

As he finally claims my lips with his greedily, taking my breath away, it doesn’t take long for me to relax against his frame.

While reciprocating his kiss, I feel his hands move down to grab my ass, and I wrap my arms around him. With a light jerk, he lifts me up, having me wrap my legs around his body automatically.

Cassy seems to have retreated into the back of my head, seemingly not elated at all as my thoughts and senses overflow with just him and the fantasies about what I want him to do with me. I breathe him in hungrily as I feel him move towards my bed.

“I love this dress,” he growls as he caresses my thighs, moving his hands up to my ass again.

Letting me fall onto my bed, he follows me on it to hover over me and pulls my dress over my head.

“It has a zip,” I squeal as he forces it over my head cumbrously and laughter bubbles up my chest.

He pulls me to him, lowering himself to kiss my neck up and down. “You should be happy I didn’t trash it.”

“Pervert,” I breathe out with a giggle as I start opening the buttons of his shirt.

Getting back onto his knees, he pulls his shirt down his shoulders, before opening his pants.

I watch him, feeling like burning up, and bite my bottom lip.

Just as he slams his lips back on mine, I’m just about to drive my hands into his hair, but flinch as a stabbing pain pierces through me.

“Everything alright?” Matthew stops kissing me and looks at me worried as he must have felt the spasm in reaction to the pain.

Nodding, I try to push down the uncomfortable feeling and cringe as Fynn’s image flashes up in my mind.