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Control

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Chapter 25: Control (Grace's POV)

Should I ask again? To kiss him? 

"You really want to run, Princess?" he asked, his voice coming out slow and husky from the wine. 

I'm positive my state was the same. I nodded slowly. 

"You know what?" He sighed loudly. "I'm trying really, really, really hard... to convince myself that this." He gestured between us with a finger. "Can stop by the time our getaway is over. But..." He shook his head, his eyes closing. "What if I fall in love with you, hmm?" He lifted his gaze up to mine, raising a brow sharply. 

I trailed a finger down his jaw. "Then run with me." 

"But what if they come after you, huh?" He grabbed my waist and jerked me forward, pulling me closer until my hips rested on the very edge of the counter, my body pulled flush against his. I stared at him, my heart pounding at a steady beat beneath my rib cage. "What if I can't keep you safe then?" he questioned, holding one side of my face and using his thumb to stroke my cheek. 

"Then that's okay," I mumbled. "You tried." 

He pouted, "No." 

I smiled a little, I couldn't help it. He looked so adorable pouting, it's a sight I thought I'd never get to see. 

"I will kill every single person that tries to hurt you," he concluded. "That's a promise. No... it's a vow." 

"Are you sure you should be making vows to me, Mr. Stone?" I asked, hesitantly brushing his hair out of his eyes. 

He shrugged before leaning in closer, his lips hovering inches away from mine. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in, crushing his lips against mine. My hands instantly formed into fists, grabbing his shirt, while he used his other hand to grab the back of my knee and pull my leg around his torso. 

Our lips moved in sync as we built a rhythm, the butterflies in my stomach multiplying tenfold as he deepened the kiss before nipping at my bottom lip and then running his tongue over the burn. We're both losing control and we're losing it fast. We're drunk, that's not how I wanted our first time together to be if it even happens tonight. He broke the kiss and I took in a much-needed breath while he worked his way from my jaw, down my neck, to my collar bone in lazy, slow, possessive kisses that made my knees weak despite me being seated. 

Ronan sparked a reaction in me, both physically and emotionally, that nobody else ever has. I've never felt this way for a guy before, I've never felt such fire and such raw passion that burns with desire. 

My only other boyfriend was when I was only seventeen, and I knew him through Nina. It was more of an infatuation and puppy-love kind of thing. And even then, it didn't last longer than eight months. Eight months and I didn't feel anything remotely close to what I'm feeling right now. 

What Ronan made me feel in nearly a month's time, nobody could ever make me feel, even if the time was much longer. I broke out of my thoughts when I felt his lips on mine again, still demanding and desperate. 

That's what his kisses feel like. 

Desperate. Like he's kissing me as if I'm about to disappear any second. Like the world is going to disappear. Because even Ronan knows that eventually, we'll have to let go. Unless we end up falling in love and are determined enough to risk it all. It's too soon to tell right now, but bottom line is, I can never see myself with Lucas. But even now, so early and so soon, I can see myself with Ronan. Right here, where I don't have the burden of being a princess and he doesn't have the responsibilities of saving me as my bodyguard. We'd be completely different. I'd just be Grace and he'd just be Ronan.