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Nate leaned down to lightly peck my lips and I felt involuntary flutter in my gut. This was so stupid, so wrong and so spineless of me. How could I like it? Maybe he was just good at kissing.
We were still in the garden, a rather beautiful one at that. Green grass and white roses everywhere you gazed, the swimming pool was at the back of this property, but the other three sides were engulfed by lush greenery. A magnificent fountain adorned the entrance of the mansion, a Statue of Medusa as the middle piece of it.
We were near the secluded area, a small corner near the outhouse. Hopefully no one lived there because Nathaniel's hand snaked around my waist and pulled me flush against his chest. His other hand entangled with my curls as he brought my face near his.
"I know that you don't believe this to be true but I love you, doll. I am sorry for what I did to you. I promise to never ever raise my hands on you" He whispered, his breath mixing with my own, lips brushing against mine.
"I don't think I can believe you, ever" I replied. I shouldn't have but I did.
His expression was still peaceful and calm as he answered back "well I strive to earn your trust then"
Leaning down an inch, he took my lips in his and kissed me like never before. He was kissing me with desperation and too much passion for me to stand straight, my knees were giving out when he swiftly picked me up and wrapped my legs around him. Sudden progression of events made an involuntary gasp leave my mouth.
Taking the opportunity, he plunged his tongue inside my mouth and devoured me. He was walking forward with me in his arms because I felt a hard surface touch my back. Must've been the wall.
He was really the best kisser, my world was limited to this particular kiss, nothing else in my mind whatsoever.
"Mhmmm" A moan left me as he kept sucking my lips.
Sensing my need to breathe, he left my mouth and shifted his attention to my neck and jaw. Whatever he was doing would leave reminders behind in forms of hickeys and bruises. But I couldn't find the resilience to stop this, it was too good to deny.
"What the hell" Someone screeched from near the outhouse.
Nate was startled just like I was because he frozen and slowly put me down. Turning around, he looked at the person who stood behind him, I couldn't see who was there because my view was completely blocked by his back.
His shoulders were so broad but he still looked so lean and proper. Even his back screamed aristocracy, which was now stiff.
