25 parts Complete MatureHis eyes never left hers. "Deny it, Jade. Convince me, if you can, that you feel nothing. That you do not wonder, just a little, what it would be like, to be with me, to sleep with me, to have me devour you."
He watched her, his gaze unwavering, dissecting her reaction. Jade felt trapped, pinned by his intense stare, her mind a chaotic whirl of conflicting emotions. Her past self, the quiet, studious healer, would have fled, appalled by such blatant impropriety.
But the woman standing before Roma, the woman who had spent weeks tending to his broken body, who had heard his rough jokes and suffered his crude remarks, was different.
She said nothing, could say nothing.
Her throat was tight, her breath shallow. The blush on her face burned fiercely, a testament to her inexperience, yes, but also to the undeniable, unsettling truth of his words. She had wondered. She had felt the tremor.
And Roma, with his sharp, brutal honesty, had seen through her carefully constructed walls, leaving her exposed, vulnerable, and utterly speechless.
The sexual tension in the small room was a palpable thing, a living entity that coiled and tightened around them, suffocating the air, promising a fire that could consume them both.
Roma, satisfied by her silence, by the raw exposure in her eyes, finally broke their stare, a slow, triumphant smirk playing on his lips.
"Good," he murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement. "We're making progress. We are making very good progress indeed."
Jade turned away abruptly, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She busied herself with rearranging the small table for what felt like the hundredth time, her hands shaking slightly.