Chapter 52

-Jianna-

**2007**

**"I will burn this world for you,"**

I recalled what James said before he left to find dinner.

**"I will burn this world for you."**

It's only been a couple of weeks, and he can say that to me with utter certainty.

**"I will burn this world for you."**

I sat there with my eyes closed, those words echoing in my mind. His touch resonated in every pore of my skin. I touched my lips, and I can still feel the warmth of his. The way it fits perfectly with mine, like a missing puzzle piece that I lost when I was a child.

I sat there a little longer until I heard the doorknob wobble and the lock to the room disengage. The door opened, and James walked in with an armful of food.

"J?" he yelled from the door.

I didn't respond. I wanted to see what he'd do.

"J? You here?" he yelled again.

He placed the food on the nearby table and saw me sitting on the bed with a smile on my face.

"Have you been sitting there this whole time?" he feigned annoyance.

He started walking towards me, and I could see that there was something primal behind his glare.

"Yup! What are you going to do about it?" I challenged.

Yes, James. What ARE you going to do about it? I felt my excitement start to build up as he got closer.

He raised his arms and made claws out of his hands.

"What am I going to do about it? Is that a challenge, Miss Spencer?" he narrowed his eyes.

The next thing I knew, he had pounced and was now on top of me. He gave me a quick kiss on my forehead, grabbed my wrists, and placed them on top of my head.

"Hmmm... What should I do about it?" he said as he held my wrist with one hand. His other arm found its way to my waist, and he smirked.

"What am I going to do?" he grinned. "THIS!" and started to tickle me.

I squirmed under him and laughed uncontrollably, feeling the warmth of his breath as he laughed with me. His fingers danced along my sides, and I felt adrenaline rush through my body. It was moments like these that made me realize just how much I loved him and how much I needed him.

"Ja-James! S-Stop!" I laughed as I tried to get him off me.

He stopped briefly and leaned so close to my face that I could smell the mouthwash on his breath.

"Had enough?" he whispered.

While trying to catch my breath, I saw the opportunity to turn the tables. I entangled each of my legs to his and tried to lift him so I could get on top. But he was quicker and knew what I was planning to do.

"Uh uh, baby. I'm not done with you yet," he murmured in my ears. His soft breath warmed me up.

As he continued to tickle me, I couldn't help but feel an intense desire building up within me. I wanted him right then and there. I wanted to feel his skin against mine, his hands exploring every inch of my body. And judging from the way he was looking at me, I could tell he felt the same way. I secretly smiled.

"Ok. Ok. Yield." I pretended. But he didn't let me go.

He leaned forward and started kissing me passionately. His pinning me down made me feel even more excited. I have never been in a situation I had no control over before, so this was new. He loosened his grip and gazed at me.

"Don't. Move," he instructed.

I wasn't planning on it. I thought. But I obeyed him unquestionably.

He reached down to his belt and used his free hand to unbuckle his belt. In one swift move, he released them from the loops and reached over my head. I felt the cold leather touch my wrists, and I could feel his grasp lighten some more, but something tight replaced it.

I looked at him, "What are you doing?" I asked innocently.

"Making you pay," he smirked.

With both hands free, he immediately started to rub his hands along the outline of my thighs and up to my hips. I closed my eyes and moaned softly. He leaned in close and started kissing my neck. Whenever he stopped, I felt his heavy breath, and it made me want him more. His hand started to move up to my breasts, and he began to cup them. I could already feel them tightening and was anxious to be released from my bra. And like he was reading my mind, his hand traveled to my back, found the clasp, felt him fold it, and snapped it open.

"One-handed. Impressive." I attempted to chuckle, but it came out just a deep exhale.

"Looks like someone is having a hard time catching their breath." he teased as he started kissing down my chest and grazed his lips on the outside of my nipple. I moaned out loud and arched my back in response.

"A little sensitive there, I see," he smirked. He saw me bite my lower lip, and I heard him do a low growl.

"What?" I asked.

"That's so fucking sexy. The way you bite your lower lip." he exhaled.

I didn't say a word, but I can see he's enjoying himself too much. He continued down my body, kissing my stomach, and as he got to the hem of the shirt I was wearing, he fumbled a little bit, and I giggled a little. He took it as an opportunity to kiss me on my lower abdomen, where it tickled.

"Is this my shirt?" he looked at the shirt he just took off before throwing it to the floor.

I shrugged and giggled. "What? I liked how it smelled." he narrowed his eyes but smiled.

"The way it smelled?" he asked.

I shrugged again, and his smile grew wider.

At that, he picked me up, pinned me up the wall, and started kissing me passionately. I started kissing him back and wrapped my arms around his neck. I entwined my fingers in his hair and felt his hands roam my body again. Something about being pinned to the wall made me feel small. I liked it a lot. Being manhandled like a rag doll but feeling absolutely safe and secure. It was a weird feeling but one that I grew to like.

When we were both satisfied, he brought me back to the bad, and before he laid me down, he buried his face in my hair and whispered,

**"I will burn this world for you."**