Chapter 62 Say the word

Chapter 62 Say the word
Rosie's POV
"Will it kill you to apologize?" I barked, banging my palm on the table and wishing it were his face.
"I warned you and you disobeyed. All I did was give you a mild punishment."
I flailed my hands in the air, finding this so absurd. Harry is the only special one.
Even if he's not at fault, he still apologizes.
"I should have expected such," I pout, still wiping my wet face and squeezing my hair.
"When are you leaving?" I yelled at him, but averted my eyes and switched the topic because I knew that he'd still justify his actions.
He suddenly moves behind me, his fingers trail the skin on my arms and I sigh, gritting my teeth.
"I'm sorry."
For a moment, everything was upside down, and I sucked my breath, finding it hard to believe my ears.
I turned my head to look at him and held his gaze.
"What?" I asked, squeezing my face, but he was looking at me passionately.
"You know an alpha never apologizes," he suddenly began breaking out of character, and I scoffed at him, almost believing his apology.
"Ego," I mocked, wanting to move forward away from him, but he held my collar, drawing me back to him.
"But I'm apologizing," he pressed on beneath my breath, and I don't know if he's manipulating me, but I'm suddenly accepting it.
"Damien."
"Shhh," he whispers, and then I feel his tongue licking my neck as I pant softly.
My hands held the edge of the table as I couldn't hide the silent moan.
His arm slid around my waist, pulling me to his chest, and his possessive and firm touch caused heat on my skin, and my towel seemed to lose its grip.
Slowly, I turned my head just to look at him, even though he had pressed me to the table and my feet were barely standing.
Now, I'm not cold, but getting all steamed up in his heat.
"I'm not in the mood," I whispered, roaming my eyes all over his face, but he suddenly silenced me with a kiss.
His lips brushed mine, with a teasing gentleness that made a moan slip from my lips.
It was soft, ardent, and I felt my body melt against his.
My resistance was fading; I needed to stop, but I didn't want to.
Then I felt his hand move to my shoulder, his fingers sliding beneath my shirt, and his callous arm grabbed my breasts.
He drew his mouth from mine, his tongue wet my jaw while his hot breath burned the side of my cheek.
"Look in front of you," he ordered in a husky tone, low and seductive.
I shamelessly looked away, licking my lower lip and dropping my head a bit.
Now my eyes just had this fear and desire. I whimpered as his fingers dug into the flesh on my breast, kneading it more.
His hot breath lingers on my neck. Letting out a gasp, my head falls back to lean on his shoulder blade.
Soon, my stiff moan becomes an echo in the room as he reminds me.
"You're mine."
His words sank inside me as I shook under his touch, my pussy already throbbing with desperate need.
This sudden hunger and want, only he can feed it.
Slowly, his finger traced the curve of my breast, his thumb brushed my nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.
My back arched into his touch as his breath was heavy in my ear.
"Say it to me," he said, stroking his tongue inside my earlobe.
His cock pressed against my butt cheeks. I felt it harden and ready to devour me, but he was restraining himself.
Y-y-yours!" I muttered, my voice was barely audible, and my skin tingled, and breathing became hard for me.
He tightened his hold on my breasts with an arm crossed over my chest.
His other hand slid down my stomach, and it caught a grasp of my panties.
In a swift move, he tore it and then bit the crook of my neck. I rolled my eyes, as he dumped my panties.
It landed on my left foot and the softness caressed my skin.
Now, I'm naked, under and his every touch is seductive.
"Fuck!" I moaned, trying to hold something as I jerked on him, but he said:
"Stand still."
Shoot! I can't. Not when his fingers are playing their tricks on my clit.
I gasped, gnashing my teeth, my legs weakening as he spat;
"You'd regret it! Stand still!"
"I'm trying!" I cried, placing my palms on my hips and quivering.
His fingers traced the outline of my clit and argh! His thumb was brushing my clit, slowly and torturously.
I moaned, my hips bucked against his hand, and my body was desperate for more.
Maintaining eye contact with him was torture as he chuckled, it was a low and dark sound, and it sent shivers down my spine.
When I managed to lock eyes with him, I realized his gaze was unrelenting.
"You're mine to touch, mine to taste, mine to fuck," he declared and pressed his lips on my cheek while lowering that arm around my breasts to my waist.
I was his body and soul, and I can't escape it, nor am I fighting it.
My lips let out a cry as my hands gripped his shoulders while he whispered;
"Say the word."
My lips were trembling, but I managed to squeeze "Yours."
My voice was corrupted with desire as I said:
"Yours to do with as you please."
He turned me around again and then captured my lips in a kiss, his tongue invaded my mouth.
It dominates mine, possessing and my body responds.
My hands tangled in his hair as I kissed him back with a desperation that surprised even myself.
He broke the kiss, his breath was a short gasp.
"Turn around," he bellows, as though trying to gain his breath too.
I obeyed, trembling with anticipation as I faced him, holding his gaze.
He moved those fingers, tracing the curve of my hips, and I winced. More pleasure surged inside me.
"You're perfect," he murmured. "Every inch of you belongs to me."