EVERLASTING (Charlotte's Story)

Chapter 94/241: Game and Pace

"So, terms and conditions loud and clear, Signorina Thorne?"

I let out a soft breath, the man behind me having whispered in my ear with the deepest, proudest and most intentionally sensational tone I've ever heard from him.

I hummed, "But... as discussed, limited to only cloth—"

His finger came over my lips from behind, as he placed a slow and long kiss on my neck from behind. "Shush. We've already agreed to the rules, and I'm a man of my word."

I gulped in absolute effect under his touch and voice. "Okay."

Now, how did we get to this situation?

I think there's a mini set of context needed here—

And it goes back to when Rickard Ellington Conway and I were kissing our way back to the bed following our heated confession.

It was an intense and blinded kiss, feuled with all the loud and clear emotions we've both set on the table now.

The steps to the bed felt like a one or two, simply from how taken we both were by the depth of what's happening.

He took a place on the bed, placing me on his lap as I... rode him.

The kiss never broke off for a second.

My hands roamed over his face and my fingers intertwined with his hair, as low yet throaty groans escaped him while his hands shifted from my hips to grip on either my sides of my waist, roughly.

"O-Ouch!!"

Silence....

Now that—

That broke off the kiss.

The man before me straightened back slightly, his eyes glimmering in the moonlight as he fixed me, intently. "Qual è il problema?"

**Qual è il problema?: What's the matter?**

Someway somehow with my basic Italian diction, I'd managed to have a guess on what the Adam before me had asked, his arrogant eyes capturing mine as they left me no door to look away.

I shook my head, making sure I keep my expression as normal as... can be. "Nothing," I neared my lips to his, eyeing them down as I brought myself back to the moment, "Don't worry about it–"

His hand came over my shoulder, cutting off our kiss but keeping our faces close as his breath fanned my lips. "Honesty, Charlotte." He murmured slowly, his voice firm and deep. Running his tongue turturously over my lips, he shifted his hand up my shoulder and towards my neck.

"Honesty above all with me." Slowly, he extended his thumb to caress my throat.

"If I ask what is the matter, and there is a matter – 'Nothing' should not be an option."

I shivered softly, avoiding his gaze at this.

Dammit! I knew that. I knew that and of course I didn't want to lie.

But I also... really didn't want to ruin this moment!!! Come on, get me!!!

I ran my finger gently against his jaw, caressing there as I placed a peck over his lips. "I know. Um, but I'll tell you... a bit later? It's nothing of concern... now."

His jaw twitched, as he captured my lips again. "Is that so?"

He moved his hand off my shoulder, as he gripped my waist again, this time slightly gentler but also with equivalent desire.