Elise felt as if a storm had blew her away, scattering her mind and thought she had in her mind, leaving almost none. She could only focus on Ian's gaze, his touch, and the breathing that softly cooed her neck like a brush of the night's air. When Elise met Ian's eyes she was brought back to reality how the situation she was in are dire.
If Elise allow Ian to continue to touch her, it wouldn't end with just a single touch. She knew it by her feeling even if she didn't know how weddings night took place. Elise became more conscious when she caught the faint shadow of Ian's bed even though it was dark inside his room. Denying Ian wasn't of her choice either. If she denied him, forever Elise wouldn't be able to be touched by him.
Elise didn't want that.
