TAMED

twelve

Patrick's P.O.V

I woke up as early as three in the morning. When I tried to move, I felt something moved under me. Not something.

Someone moved.

"Where are you going? It's too early to wake up." A voice calls out softly.

Then I began to recall what happened last night. From a kiss that ignites like a burning fire. How stupid I am to do something like that. I should have been more controlled. She was a virgin. Until I broke her.

I can feel the throbbing of my head. Pounding so loud yelling how crazy and stupid I am for letting something like that to happen.

I slide my body slowly to the side of my bed without a word. Not that I'm mad at her. I'm so mad on myself. She's innocent. I knew it yet I ruined her.

Her face was graved and confused. "Something's wrong..?"she muttered, eyes never leaving me. And I saw panic and pain inside of it. Thanks to my stupidity.

A deep sigh escaped my pressed mouth.

Seeing my reaction, she looked away. "Your upset... and mad..and guilty." It's not a question but a declaration like she knew it so well.

My hands reached out to touch her arm. Her skin is cold. So far from that burning skin I felt last night.

"Love, don't think something like that. I would never felt something like that to you." I say gently, rubbing a hand to her cold arm.

She didn't flinched nor moved. Her eyes glued up to the ceilings. Blankly staring at the glittering Chandelier's. I want to sooth her ruffled face. But I was so confused myself that I'm afraid if I will be so densed, she will read my thoughts.

"I don't know. You look so upset right now. If your guilty about what happened last night, don't worry about it. I don't mind losing it anyway." Her voice is so cold and so far away.

I know she's just lying. I know she's thinking of how she lost something as precious as that. But I know also that she's so stubborn to admit.

"Come here." I whispered as my arm pull her body closer to me. "How are you feeling? Do you feel any pain or something?" I asked her softly just to erase the tension we had earlier.

Her stiff body became calm when she heard it. And a small awkward smile formed on her lips.

"Don't be such an ass. I'm just tired. I mean my body is so heavy. A little pain in the waist down." She muttered. Sounding so embarrassed.

I hugged her so tight. I love to know that I'm the only guy who get to touched her this way. And I'd die if I'll know someone touched her like this. I would surely kill that bastard.

I felt her fingers lazily travles down my shoulders and arms. And I stare at her eyes glistening with tenderness.

"Can we sleep again? I'm a little bit sleepy.."she hushed. Lips barely touching mine in a pure seductive way.

Something inside of me burst. Holding her this close where making love to her anytime I want is reachable, needs so much control and self discipline.

But when her fingers played with the tiny hairs on my chest. I give up.

I got a hold of her wrist. "I never knew virgins act this way, my lady." I rasps, trying hard to control myself.

Then I saw her full lips turned into a smirk. "Was a virgin. Seems like you forgot what happened last night, my lord. Maybe you need a little memory boost." She teases. Gently biting her bottom lip.

My brows immediately arc. "Seducing me, my lady? Such a great idea from the future duchess herself." I chuckled, while letting go of her wrist.

Then I heard her laughing echoed the entire room. Her laugh sounds music to my ears. And I chuckled.

But after that laughter, she then lean forward purposely trying our bare chest touched. Soft sweet lips pressed against mine. My heart jumped out.

I forgot any inhibitions and embraced the feeling that I can't even determined.

Sahara's P.O.V. then..

Holding him this close. Feeling the slight brushes of our skin. The taste of his unending kiss. Everything was like a whirlwind. I never knew I could ever feel this intense to someone I barely know. But then something inside of me crept and told me that I have known him so long ago. Was it called soulmates? I don't believe it. But his touch is so familiar. His kiss and even his gentle fondness. Seems like we have been together a long time ago.

"Lost your thought, love? You seems so edgy and eager earlier. Why stop?" He whispered.

Even his voice. Like a dream from a distant land. Calling me to be with him.

"Hey, something's wrong?" His voice is a little louder this time.

I stare at him and gave him a weak smile. "Nothing. I'm just tired, I guess." My voice is hoarse and low, sounding confused and terrified. Confused about my feelings. And terrified for the outcome.

He sighed and moved to sit up. "Maybe because it's too early. And we haven't slept well last night. But spare the excuse, darling. I'm letting you take a nap for a while but I want you to be up at 9 in the morning.." He muttered as his arms crossed on his chest while sitting on the edge of the bed.

I gazed up at him with furrowed brows. Thinking what he's up to now.

Then he stood up and put on his boxers, jeans followed."We're going off somewhere. I bet you haven't even tour France. And I'll be very glad to play a little tourist guide for you." He said as he fasten on with his belt and headed towards the door.

... ... ...

We met at the lobby at exactly 9 in the morning. I felt refreshed and comfortable wearing only a mini haltered flowery dress. The fabric is so smooth that it hugs the curve of my body lavishly.

I saw him seating crossed legged on the big couch at the patio.

And I barely catch my breath when I saw how handsome he is in just a faded blue jeans and a white v-neck fitted shirt. I love him with formal attires but I prefer the casuals. He looks so hot and hunky.

"Hey sexy! Did you sleep well?" He mused as I strides toward his direction.

I gave him a wide smile. And began sitting on the couch next to him. I can smell his aftershave from our distance. He smells so good and so manly.

"You want something to eat before we go?" He muttered. Eyes scanning down my body.

I can feel the strong of his gaze traveling up and down on my dress. And I felt my face heated up.