Calais' eyes move to my chest. I want to believe him. I want to trust him again, but I know that at this point, it is just idiotic.
He shifts his attention to my face again and leans down to touch my lips to his. This time, his kisses are urgent and demanding, as if he's trying to prove something to me. But I don't want to be a pawn in his game anymore. I push against his chest, trying to break the kiss. He pulls back, his eyes burning into mine.
"What is it, Lyrica? Tell me what else you want from me?" he asks, frustration lacing his words.
"There's only one thing I want from you, Calais, and you already know what it is," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Calais looks into my eyes, a hint of uncertainty in his gaze. Yet, the heat between us is palpable. I can feel his warmth against my skin as he presses into me. And as much as I try to resist him, I cannot deny the wanton desire that's coursing through my veins.
