Chapter 2 – Burn

Previously:

"Do you think I'd let you leave so easily…"

Now:

I held my breath, I could feel Viggo's on the back of my neck causing me to shiver. Not out of fear. Out of want. I wanted him, so badly. I could barely contain it.

His hand gripped my arm, spinning me around he pinned me to the door.

Those green orbs burned into me. They racked over me, from head to toe, taking me in.

My arms acted of their own accord as they wound around his neck and shoulders. Then they were pulling me upward, closer, until I was standing on my tiptoes. My brows furrowed, my eyelids shut… and then my lips were on his.

Heat rolled through my body.

I'd caught him off guard and that thought made me smile.

His lips were firm. Voluminous. Lips that cushioned mine in a way that made me want to take them in my mouth one at a time, experience their fullness slowly, thoroughly. Lips that could engulf mine if he responded. But I didn't expect him to respond. He had frozen, arms stiff at his sides, every muscle beneath his bare shoulders and chest tensed against me. Any second, I expected him to grab my arms and push me away. Insist that I leave.

But he didn't pry me off. Although he remained static… he was allowing me to kiss him. My chest fluttering, I dared raise my eyelids half open. His eyes were closed tight. A deep frown marring his features, he looked stricken with conflict.

Was I doing the right thing? Did he want me?

The thoughts ran through my head so fast, I considered pulling away and fleeing into the night.

He must have sensed I'd opened my eyes, for his opened a few seconds later—only halfway, like mine. We gazed at each other like two people drowning, neither of us having the strength to surface, even in the face of sinking deeper.

I could feel the heat spreading through me, like a naked flame running all over my skin. Goosebumps raised all over my exposed arms, my chest heaving but I refused to leave his lips even to breathe.

Then, at some point during those few dazed seconds, something sparked in Viggo's green irises. Hunger… Need. And suddenly, my lips were no longer maintaining control. His lips moved, prying from my grasp, before returning a second later to establish dominance. His mouth claimed mine, unhurriedly at first, the way he might scope out a new opponent in the cage. Then it escalated to a strength that left me struggling to breathe.

His kiss forced every muscle in my mouth to awaken as the rest of his body loosened, coming alive. His hands dove into my hair, his powerful fingers threading through its length before trailing down my back. His lips refusing to unlock from mine for even a second, he lowered himself, dragging his hands down to my thighs before hoisting me up against his hips.

I could feel his hard body pressed again mine, but his hips that I wanted pressed against me were kept away.

He moved to the nearest wall and pressed me against it. His palms ran the length from my knees to my thighs. Then they slid beneath my shirt. The coarseness of his hands against my bare skin lit me up. He stopped above my navel, his fingers curving round my waist as he held me firmly in place.

His rough, callousing fingers were burning against my skin. The touch of his bare skin sent me reeling. My breath came quicker as an ache began to form in the pit of stomach. I writhed against him wanting more. More of anything, more of him.

He'd pinned me, and now he had me. His tongue parted my lips, allowing me to feel it for the first time. It brushed against the tip of mine before moving deeper. Exploring. Then devouring.

His tongue tasted sweet with a bitterness that reminds me of my own tears. I could smell his earthy, deep scent and it only drove me higher, made me want him more.

My senses were lost in him. His scent, his taste, his hard breathing. He had overpowered me completely, and I was losing this fight. Willingly losing it. When I'd moved in, I'd had no game plan, no clear idea of what I was even doing, let alone how long I'd let it last. I'd just felt the overwhelming need to release my tension around him. To finally provide him with a response he'd been hounding me for. Perhaps even to say goodbye.

But I didn't think it would last long.

Time had lost its meaning, however. My mind had become comfortably numb. Viggo's mouth, taut skin and forceful grip became all that existed in my world.

I felt more than heard his groan at my complete surrender. I'd never submit to someone else but for him, I fell.

Lee's kisses felt wrong but with Viggo it was like fire. A spark to kindling. We ignited.

I was afraid now to pull apart. Having figured out a pattern to regulate my breathing against the rhythm of his passion, I found myself slipping out of defence mode. Anchoring myself higher up against him, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pulling my chest flush against his.

My taut nipples rubbed against the fabric of my bra sending my arching further into his hard chest.

I clutched the sides of his face, relishing the prickle of his stubble beneath my fingers. Like the mountains he insisted on living among, everything about Viggo was raw. Wild. Real. He was unadulterated masculinity. From his thick waves of hair to his rough, cut-up fists. I hadn't thought it possible for one person to crave another as I did in this moment… least of all a woman for a man.

I feared we might drown even deeper that night, the two of us alone in this cabin. Especially as his hands moved higher beneath my shirt, his thumbs tracing the top of my breasts, his palms grazing my bra cups.

"please…" I whimpered against his lips, sucking in precious air as fast as I could.

"Please what?" his rough whisper made me tremble.

"please… touch me."

His chest rumbled as he growled.

"Gladly."