46 One Little touch

Just the sensation of his mouth closing around my skin was enough to make me want to cry out.

I swallowed another mouthful of air to try to keep my silence, pinching my lips tightly together.

Before long, my head fell to the side, breasts heaving at every harsh intake of breath.

Eros' hands slid from my wrist, upwards to my arms and to my bare shoulders.

His long fingers easily pushed the straps from my dress and bra down my shoulder until it dangled at the side of my arm.

I swallowed thickly.

His hot lips kissed downwards, leaving a wet trail glistening in the light.

"Aa..." I couldn't contain the slightly breathless and gasping moan, not even realizing that it had come from my lips.

It echoed in my ears, resounding against the bathroom tiles.

I could feel my entire body heat up in embarrassment.

Glancing upwards, I could see myself leaning completely against Eros' taller form, head tilted over and resting against his chest.

My cheeks were flushed a pretty shade of pink, eyes slightly hazy and mouth slightly parted.

Was that really me?

I couldn't see Eros' face, but I had a feeling that I wasn't the only one affected by his teasing.

From the mirror, I was left with a vision of the top of his head and his tall nose bridge as he kissed along my shoulder, nipping lightly here and suckling the flesh there.

Before long, all of my senses were filled with him.

His touch.

His scent.

His kisses.

Eros' lips rubbed against my neck and shoulder for almost another millisecond before he completely pulled away.

He was grinning at me with this rather lazy expression on his face as if he was the cat that had eaten the canary.

Not yet, Eros.

Not.

Quite.

Yet.

"Lunch is probably ready," he said with a rather husky and low voice that sounded much more seductive than normal.

The entire sensual and romantic atmosphere was completely destroyed by his random words.

Screw lunch!

Who cared about that right now?

I swallowed down the words I really wanted to say and could feel my cheek twitch in frustration.

To say I was disappointed was an understatement.

He made me aroused with just one stupid kiss then ruined the atmosphere by talking about lunch.

My eyes narrowed.

Eros is really good at this.

He's doing damn well at seducing me, to the point that I was actually tempted to give in, tackle him to the floor and have my way.

That's what I thought in my head, anyways.

Instead, I didn't say a word and let him lead me out of the room without a protest.

I was also pep talking myself into not strangling Eros right now.

After several seconds of quiet thought, I came to one conclusion—Eros needed a taste of his own medicine.

And I will be more than happy to give it to him.

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I spent a couple of weeks contemplating my situation, really giving it a deep thought.

Although I was uncertain of the future with Eros, I do know for certain that he wouldn't hurt me.

As for escape, I haven't gone through with it.

With his scent mark on my skin, it's impossible to run or hide from him.

The trail I leave behind would be like a map that would lead him to me.

What's the use of doing something so pointless?

He could track me down before I could get very far and drag me back the very next.

Escape is highly improbable so I won't try to sugarcoat it by thinking that I could.

Even if I wanted to run, Jared's pack is to the left of here and to the right is a giant forest that looked rather dark and creepy.

If I run into Jared, I might as well put a noose around my neck and hang myself.

Because Jared is not going to let me get out of there alive.

Other than that, if I manage to succeed, what would I come back to?

A life of hiding in fear like a rat in order to stay out of the government's radar?

How many years of 'peace' would I get before my cover gets blown?