"Do you feel it?" he asked me.

I gulped. Betrayed by my own expressions, I failed to hide the reaction he tried to draw from me. He's never been so bad with these. All of what he shows is an artful masterpiece, never fails to elicit his desired outcome.

I bit my bottom lip, trying to hide the fact that I nearly drawled out a gasp that would satisfy him in a way. But I cannot manage to show him that I am affected because he would be delighted. And if mother discovers what I do in secrecy, she will disown me, throw me out of the family register.

"Don't deny yourself, Louise"

But I do. I should because I am expected to stay pure before marriage, to assure my mother that their traditions are still being followed.

But it's hard to resist a temptation when it introduces itself in the form of a handsome man, clad with irresistible appeal, hands that felt heavenly and made the hairs at the back of my neck rise, and they way he would tower over me, take my own personal space in his hands.

He could easily crush the wall created in front of me. He can watch me crumble, suffer because I have fallen on his deception.

"You want this as much as I do" his whispery tone sent chills in me. My legs trembled but before I could fall on my feet, one strong arm held me by the waist to steady me.

When I look at his eyes, all I see is the need I only feel when it comes to him.

The man who corrupted me just because. The man who made me the rebel I did not aspire to be. The man who changed my life because I am not who I should be.

Valen Pierce, I've fallen in your arms.