46. In my arms

She abruptly stopped trying to escape. Body relaxing against his as the tiniest sob escaped her. Followed by another. And another. Those small sobs muffled by his hand. He froze. Feeling the way that her naked body started to tremble against his. Even under the hot water pelting down her skin.

"Shit," he swore under his breath, gripped by a strong sense of guilt and remorse. He'd frightened her. He'd frightened her so much that now she couldn't even stop herself from crying.

"Fuck, God, I'm such an idiot," he berated himself, moving that hand that was previously covering her mouth to soothingly hold her as she continued to cry in his arms.

"I'm so sorry baby, I didn't mean to scare you like that," he softly uttered in her ear, placing a gentle kiss in her wet hair. She only whimpered in reply, adding fuel to that shitty state.

He'd only wanted to scold her, for carelessly leaving her window open like that. What if someone that wasn't him had entered? Someone with the intention of hurting her, or even taking her away? She would've been defenceless, so easy for the taking, especially in her current position. Naked, and with her back turned. He'd only wanted to show her how easy it was for someone to grab her. To assault her.

Truth to be told, he hadn't actually meant to creep up on her like that. But after seeing her standing there like that, her sexy body on full display he almost lost his mind. Forgot why he was there in the first place.

He wanted to ravage her. Fall to his knees and take a bite out of that round and perky ass. Rip his clothes off and join her, make her moan his name as he fucked her slowly. Especially after he'd noticed that she'd left his t-shirt on her bed along with a pair of panties, the intention so glaringly obvious. She was planning to sleep dressed in it. And he couldn't have ever felt more touched. And brimming with a certain type of satisfaction. His enchantress was yearning for his presence. His touch. His body wrapped around hers.

But now he'd fucked up again by scaring the living crap out of her.

"I'm so sorry baby, please forgive me," he apologetically murmured, coaxing her to turn around in his arms to face him. Noticing that despondent look in her reddened eyes as she timidly rose her gaze to peer into his. He swore under his breath again, pulling her against his chest. Peppering soothing kisses on her head as she continued to softly cry and sob.

His workout tank top and basketball shorts were fully drenched, clinging to his skin but he couldn't have cared less. Not in that specific moment. Not when she was in his arms like that, her delicate hands clutching onto his tank like holding on for dear life as she trembled, resting her cheek against the middle of his chest.

She was frail and so easy to frighten. He needed to remind himself that. She was sensible and soft, and he needed to take better care of her. He needed to be more careful, and gentle. She wasn't like all those random girls he'd fucked before. She was special. And already way too tormented by that stupid fucker who had no business in touching her in the first place. He'd been a monster to her. He'd abused her when he should've been the first one to protect her, and care for her. He didn't deserve her. He never did. Guys like him shouldn't even be given the chance to touch girls like her.

Hell, he wasn't entirely sure that he deserved her either. But he was way too selfish to let her go. Way too enraptured.

She already meant so much to him. That all-consuming obsession he'd felt for her at the beginning had slowly turned into so much more, with every small interaction. Every touch and every kiss. Every stolen look. That endearing blush in her cheeks. The way that she moaned and cried for him whenever he made her feel good. The feel of her body. Her perfume. That beautiful smile of hers. That innocent look that seemed to stay in her eyes no matter what. The taste of her on his tongue. The feel of her wrapped around his cock. Nothing could compare to that feeling. She felt like home to him. A small slice of heaven.

And he had every intention of showing her just that. How much she meant to him. How utterly special and perfect she was. How fucking beautiful, and sexy. Mouthwatering. Addictive.

He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, even now. Even after scaring her like that. The sight of her tears, that dulling fear in her eyes. His body kept yearning for hers, no matter what. He was sick. Fucked in the head. There was a part of him that continued to throb for her, no matter what. A perverted part of him that sought for that addictive pleasure only her body could provide. That indescribable feeling he felt whenever he heard her mewls, felt her tremble underneath him. It did things to him. Things that he'd never felt before. With any other girl.

Her. It was her and only her, the one that did that to him. The one that made his heart beat faster and his dick throb only by being in the same room with him. That one that made him think about all those wicked things he'd like to do to her, even when he shouldn't have. Even now.

He felt her let out a long and hitching sigh, only now noticing that she had quieted down. Her sobs no more present. He placed another kiss over the top of her head, hugging her to his chest.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to give you a fright,"

"It's okay," she softly said in reply. He blew out a tired sigh.

"You left your window open. I thought I told you not to do that," he gently scolded her, his voice devoid of any malice.

She slowly peeled herself away at the sound of that, gaze raising to peer up at him.

"Why?"

He hesitated. Looking between her reddened eyes. A hint of worry glinting in them.

"Am I in danger, Julian?"

He swallowed. Jaw clenching as he let his gaze roam all over her delicate features. His arms still holding her though. Refusing to let go.

"Please, you need to tell me," she peered between his eyes. Her small hands clutching at his tank top even tighter.

"No," A lie. That was a lie and he knew it. It was the biggest lie he could've ever told her. Yet he still chose to tell it. He didn't want her to feel scared. He was supposed to be handling it. He was supposed to be able to keep that raging bitch away from her. To keep her safe.

He needed to do it better. Become more convincing. He needed to show that heartless whore that he could be more dangerous than her. That he was not to be messed with. Not after she'd so callously threatened to take away and harm his enchantress, the delicate and beautiful being now standing before him. Gazing up at him like that.

"It's me who you should be protecting yourself from, sweetheart," he said in reply, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

Her own parted, the hint of a blush appearing in her cheeks. Fuck. He could feel his cock twitch in his basketball shorts.

"You shouldn't be leaving your window open like that. Not when I'm so close, and I can easily enter your bedroom, Lydia," he placed a hand over the side of her neck. His thumb softly skimming over her jaw. She expelled another hitching sigh. Those luscious lips still parted open.

"There are so many things I could do to you..." he whispered, thumb moving to trace over her lower lip. She shivered in his embrace.

"I could-"

He didn't get to finish that sentence as suddenly, she raised herself on her tippy toes and threw her arms around his neck, beckoning him to lean closer.

And after a single look into his eyes she smashed her lips against his, moving into a hot and fervent kiss.

He let out a small grunt of surprise at first, peering down at her closed eyelids. He clearly hadn't expected for that to happen. Not when she'd appeared so distraught and forlorn at first. But he wasn't about to complain either. He'd yearned to feel her like this. To have her again. He'd missed this. So damn much. He'd been dreaming about her touch every day now. Ever since he'd gotten his first taste of her. He'd been dying to sink himself into her like that again. To taste her skin. Her mouth. Her pussy.

And the only thing that had been holding him back was her reluctance. Her evident withdrawal. He didn't want to be forcing her into anything. To make her feel exactly the way that that bastard had. One frightened look from her that day in that bathroom was enough. Enough to make him feel like a complete jerk. He didn't want to ever see that look in her eyes. To be the cause of her fear. He'd sworn to protect her and he will. Even from himself if he had to.