The sunlight streaking into the room through the partly open windows wake Mina up from her deep sleep from the night before. It is all hazy for a few seconds before everything comes rushing back to her.
She's married. To Eric Walters at that, not Ethan the psycho but to the handsome, possessive and somewhat creepy older brother. She risks a glance to the other side of the bed and thankfully, it is empty. Albeit obvious that someone had slept there all night, she extends her hand to the side to feel it cold. He's been up from the bed a while then.
She suddenly pauses, noting that her gown is a lot more comfortable on her body, and even worse, her back feels some light breeze. Dreading what she might find, or rather, not find, her hands touch her bare and open back just as her eyes land on the corset lying on the floor some steps away from the bed.
She freezes in shock.
Then the door clicks softly and opens from the outside. Eric glances at her, then at the corset and then chuckles evilly to himself.
"I hope you had a good night?" He asks with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Did anything happen…" She starts, her voice low.
"Anything? Can you explain what you mean?" He asks pettily, pretending to not understand what she is talking about.
"Did anything happen between us last night? Why is my cloth zipped down and my corset not on my body?" She asks, pulling her lower lips into her mouth. Eric's eyes follow that tiny movement.
"Oh, that? I took it off for you."
Mina takes a sharp breath as his words sink into her guts.
"I didn't understand how you managed to sleep off with that tight thing around your stomach, constricting your breath even. In fact, how did you move the whole day yesterday?" He comes to stand in front of her, by the side of the bed as she stares at him, her eyes following every of his movements, even the tiniest ones. So she immediately knows that something is wrong as he bends down to her level on the bed.
Mina shifts back from him till her back touches the head of the bed, a dead end but he is still bending towards her. "…So yeah, I took it off for you. But do you know something I remember clearly when I woke up this morning? Your legs…" He glances sensually down at them, exposed beneath the flowing gown.
She immediately pulls them back in but he pulls them back out with one movement.
Mina whimpers.
He runs his finger from the tip of her large toe and keeps going up, distracting both of them as he speaks. "These legs were draped over my own legs, almost like they were begging for my attention. But now that I am giving them the attention they asked for, you want to run?" He laughs darkly. "Remind me to never buy you shoes, you'll just run away from me in them."
Finally, he lifts his dark eyes back to hers and there is some deep, almost primal yearning for her in those eyes. She sees it as clear as day but she only shuffles away. He follows her though. "You can't run from me. We are married according to the law, and the law also asks us to consummate our marriage. I am ready…" He keeps leaning down, placing one knee on the edge of the bed now, almost nose to nose with her.
"I… I am not ready." She manages to stutter from her quivering lips.
"I can wait. I have been prided for my patience…" He says all of these with his eyes on her lips, wanting to bite them into numbness. Slowly and even more slowly, he keeps leaning down till there is only a hair's breadth of space between his lips and hers.
She is not even fighting or shifting anymore.
Eric's phone begins to ring, shrilly, startling them both.
"Fuck." Eric curses as he stands back up. "I'll be back for you little kitten." He mutters, and smirks as he heads out of the room with his phone in his hand, closing the door behind him.
Mina sighs heavily, letting out the breath she had not been aware she had been holding. "Oh my goodness."