[And there it is. If it weren't for how honest her body is, he would have felt differently. If he hadn't already heard her words from before, already used to her constant "rejections" and "denials" that contrast to what she's really thinking and feeling, he would have felt more frustrated.
Instead.]
Benedikta.
[His face lifts as he grips her chin and forces her to meets her gaze, dark greens piercing into her brighter ones.]
Shut up.
[The irony that he's the one who is saying this to her. But his lips will follow through, immediately sealing hers as he roughly kisses her as he pushes her further against the wall. It's a fierce kiss, one he's been wanting to give ever since that time on the beach. One that's been simmering and waiting since their dance.
And just like she's asked many a time now—he won't let her go.]
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Instead.]
Benedikta.
[His face lifts as he grips her chin and forces her to meets her gaze, dark greens piercing into her brighter ones.]
Shut up.
[The irony that he's the one who is saying this to her. But his lips will follow through, immediately sealing hers as he roughly kisses her as he pushes her further against the wall. It's a fierce kiss, one he's been wanting to give ever since that time on the beach. One that's been simmering and waiting since their dance.
And just like she's asked many a time now—he won't let her go.]