He rose to his knees and her hands crossed over her breasts and her knees curled up, but he spread her legs wide open and knelt in between them, forbidding her from closing them.
He picked some strands of her hair and took them to his lips, placing a kiss there as he whispered into the air while staring at her delectable form before him… "I shall possess your body and hate for as long as we both shall live, my dear Spitfire," He dropped the strands of her hair over her form, letting it fall atop her breasts and waist… "You will never be with him." He assured her and his hands tried the length of her hair on her flesh till it reached the center of her being and she vibrated on the bed as he touched her there.
Neriah had no idea why she could not find the strength to even raise her voice. She had heard that the touch of a man could make you lose sense of right and wrong and she wondered if that was the case with her at the moment.
