Lost for Him [possessive billionaire romance updated Saturday and Sunday]

THIRTY-EIGHT

Ethan sat down, his back against the wall, I was sitting on his lap, my arms still around his neck, my forehead pressed against his chest. Despair filled me, I should have left Ethan there. He was too violent for this word, too cautious, too overprotective in a way that was dangerous, deadly.

This hug was bizarre, almost like a goodbye. Regret, fear, and loss filled me, the only problem was, I wasn't sure who it was directed at: Ethan or my parents. I knew deep down I should have chosen my parents but I had come to care for Ethan since meeting him. Yes, I had been scared of him at first, terrified at first, but now... I depended on him, on the security he gave me. I had long ago stopped depending on my parents, moving out with the person I had thought would have been the love of my life, but with Ethan... The need I had for him was like never before, I had depended on my parents for their unconditional love, the security, the shelter, and food, but with Ethan, it was more. He didn't do it because I was his child, he had chosen to look after me in that other world, instead of leaving me to the wolf-like creatures, and that meant more than anything else in this world.

I knew in that moment that I had decided Ethan. I could come back and see my parents, but first, Ethan and I had to work on calming down his instincts that said that everything was an enemy.

"I need to go speak to them," I said, lifting my head off his chest, I continued before he could say anything. "Alone."

I immediately felt him tense, his thighs became rocks underneath me, his arms and hands like steel bands, holding me close. His body and eyes spoke for him: No.

"They won't let me leave with you," somehow he managed to tense further, so I spoke quickly. "But I can talk to them alone, and then they will, I promise. I will shout if anything goes wrong."

"I do not trust them," he said.

"I know, but they don't trust you either, they will think that you forced me to say what I'm going to say."

"And what are you going to say, Morgan?" my name was said with a dark edge.

"You don't trust me, do you?"

He looked surprised. "I do."

"So why won't you let me talk to them alone?"

He looked away, grinding his teeth together, making the edge of his jaw stand out like a sharp blade. "Fine. But I will be in the next room. If they hurt–"

"They won't!" I interrupted. 

He looked back at me as he sighed in a defeated acceptance. "I trust you, Morgan."

And that meant more to me than anything in the world. I don't know what made me do it, maybe it was the jumble of emotions, but I leant forward and kissed him. Almost immediately his hands were pulling me even closer, his lips pushing against mine, one of his hands went under my shirt and brushed my back making me gasp, and that was all Ethan needed, his tongue brushed mine, a moan escaped me – it surprised me enough to pull back, but then his other hand caught the back of my head, and his hand on my back pulled me closer still, so that our chests pressed against the others, leaving no space between us.

He tasted of the air on a dark night, the taste that settled on your tongue and made you crave the solitude of the moment with the wind in your hair, brushing your cheeks. He controlled the kiss, and I willingly let him. When we came apart, we were both breathing heavily. His eyes, dark with want, but he held himself in check. Giving him a quick peck on the cheek that felt far too innocent after what we had just done, I crawled off his lap with a "I'll be back soon" and made my way downstairs, to a place that would once again decide which way my future was going to travel in.