Forced into Fantasy

Chapter 8 - Tempted

Adomis;

Deciding to keep this new and perhaps dangerous information to myself, I quickly prepared for bed and lay down beside the sleeping beauty next to me. Even as I moved about on the mattress she didn't seem to stir and within moments I was out cold.

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Ivy;

The new morning light beamed through a tiny crack and caused me to stir as my arms stretched out behind my head and I let out a loud satisfied groan. Definitely one of the more comfortable night's sleep I've had in a long time, I'll admit that much. I don't get what makes this bed so comfortable. Mine was never this comfortable back home.

As soon as I roll over the air leaves my lungs suddenly and without warning and my eyes fixate on the god-like naked man lying beside me on the mattress. I can feel my cheeks beginning to heat up and flush with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as my eyes skim across the endless perks and curves of his muscular body, only modestly covered by a sheet from the waist down.

My breaths are deep and long now. I can feel my mouth watering and before I know it my left hand has lifted, my fingers about an inch from touching the side of his face when he surprises me by grabbing my outstretched wrist.

"What are you doing?" his voice is deep and grumbly as he slowly opens those deep brown eyes and peers at me with a side glance.

"I... I was just..." I'm unable to reply for some reason. What's wrong with me?

I'm not afraid, instead a little overwhelmed by this incredible specimen before me. And I thought he looked good with his clothes on! His body must have been sculpted by the gods themselves and I'm unable to stop myself from perving at him as he continued to hold my right wrist in his powerful grip.

"Are you going to let go of my wrist?" I question.

"Are you going to stop trying to touch my face while I sleep?" he mocks me as his eyes close slowly.

My eyes roll at his sarcastic response as I let out a huff.

"You're a funny one aren't you?" I muse.

He smiles at this, his eyes are still closed as he remains laying on his back splayed across the mattress comfortably. His hand is warm as it remains wrapped around my slender wrist, his hold is firm but not hard enough to cause me any pain or discomfort. Honestly I don't mind it. In different circumstances perhaps I would invite him to restrain me...

'What – snap out of it Ivy, get your head out of the gutter! This man has kidnapped you for fuck sakes! He threatened to torture you. He's the enemy!'

"How did you sleep?" his deepened voice is husky and soothing.

"What?" I question quickly.

"Your sleep... how was it? Did you find the bed to be comfortable enough?" he queried, baffling me with his sudden concern for my feelings or wellbeing.

"Since when do you care about my feelings Adomis?" I snap.

But that was a mistake.

"Hey!" I gasp.

I am suddenly launched from where I am currently sitting beside him on the bed, pulled over him by his hold on my wrist alone.

His strength is incredible!

Within less than a second I am somehow lying on top of him, straddling him and staring down at his mesmerising dark eyes as they in turn stare back at me, hooded and filled with obvious lust. My breathing has changed; each of my breaths are now deeper as my lips part on their own accord. It's as if they are about to defy me and press themselves against his without permission.