"You said you love me? Then beg for it. Beg for my love. Show me-prove it again and again until I say yes."
Beatrix is a girl of few words, someone who keeps her emotions locked away, unwilling to let anyone close. After experiencing deep trust issu...
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Beatrix :
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Ethan's breath ghosted against the sensitive curve of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. Before I could fully register the sensation, a swift, decisive movement followed. His hand, strong and sure, slipped beneath my thighs, lifting me as if I weighed nothing.
"What..." The word escaped my lips in a soft gasp.
"Wrapped your legs around me," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against my ear.
Instinct took over. Without conscious thought, my arms instinctively circled his neck, and my legs found purchase around his waist. I clung to him, the unexpected intimacy sending a flutter through my chest.
"You know I can walk?" I said, my voice barely a whisper against the fabric of his shirt.
"Yeah," he replied, his voice warm with playful tenderness. "But I want to carry you. I don't want to spoil this moment."
A small smile touched my lips at his words. I nestled my head against his shoulder, the familiar scent of him filling my senses. The silence that followed was comfortable, punctuated only by the rhythmic sound of his footsteps. But with each step he took, a distinct pressure grew against my hip. It was impossible to ignore the unmistakable hardening of him, the way it rubbed against me with every movement. A flush crept up my neck as a different kind of awareness took hold, a primal thrumming that resonated low in my belly.
When we finally crossed the threshold into his apartment, the door clicking shut behind us, Ethan dipped his head, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, soft and reverent, "I love you." And again, quieter. "I love you."
The words hung in the air, more powerful than anything else he could have done in that moment.
I didn't answer—not with words. Instead, I leaned in and pressed my lips gently to his cheek, a silent vow hidden in the kiss.
He carried me a few more steps, the silence thick with unspoken anticipation, before finally stopping beside the edge of the bed. Slowly, deliberately, he began to lower me, his gaze never leaving mine. Even as my feet brushed against the soft comforter, he remained suspended above me, his face inches from mine.
Our eyes met, locked in a silent conversation. I saw a flicker of something in the depths of his gaze – a brief hesitation, a silent question. He was searching my face, scanning for uncertainty, resistance... anything that might stop him. But I offered him none. Because there was no fear. Not with him.
I lifted my hand, my fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw, the slight roughness of his stubble. Then, slowly, deliberately, I drew his face closer and kissed him. There was a fraction of a second, a heartbeat of hesitation on his part, before he surrendered to the kiss, his lips parted against mine, and then his tongue slid forward, deepening the kiss with quiet intensity, pulling the air from my lungs until all that remained was him.
