He was doing things.. Unbelievable things to me, inside me, within me, by nothing else but his voice. When I felt him press his lips over my left shoulder, I heard a sharp breath escaping me. He heard it too. "Now your skin is starting to heat up.. Your blood starting to boil with that adrenaline.. Your mind slowly going blank." The way he mumbled against my skin caused vibrations and tingles to go from that spot throughout my entire body. What was he doing to me? "You're letting go, Lana. That's what it feels like to let yourself go to someone." He answered, just like he could read my thoughts. "And now I'm going to show you what it feels like to let yourself go to me." His voice was caressing and gliding through me.. Deep and soft, filled with gentleness, promise. This man.. God, he was magical. The power in his voice always terrified me, because he could manipulate me with his simple tone, scare me and calm me with a single word. I always loved listening to him talk, but now that I had my eyes closed, it was the only thing I could focus on. His voice. And I never loved it more. His heat radiated from behind me for another few seconds, and then simply disappeared in the silence. I kept my eyes closed. "Christian?" "Keep your eyes closed." "I- I am.. I am." I repeated, adjusting to the fact that he spoke from somewhere away. "Where are you?" I heard the muted sound of the automatic curtains closing.. "Shh.. No talking." He was somewhere closer again.. "Only if I ask you a question, you answer. Alright?" My body stiffened by the thought of what he was going to do next.. Not in the fearful kind of way.. But in that exciting wonder on where he was going to touch me, kiss me maybe.. "Mhm." "Try that again. With a real answer." He was near me. Behind me again. I felt his hand near my hair, a simple touch of the clip that was holding it, a pull, and my hair fell heavy over my back, the locks and waves from earlier that night falling effortlessly and reaching my spine. I heard a very muted groan escape him, almost like a growl even, but so quiet that it was unnoticeable. He moved even closer and I trembled at the feel of his hands over my hair.. His face was somewhere on the side of mine and at that point I was melting.. My eyes were shut closed, yet I never anything more vivid.. "Yes," I had trouble filling my lungs with air.. The tingles in my stomach were wild, the feelings going through me unmerciful.. His touch travelled painfully slowly over my hips, slightly up my stomach.. His hands were separated from my skin by nothin but that layer of the thin cotton shirt. I wasn't even wearing a bra.. And I had trouble breathing now.. The slowness was killing me. Teasing me. Playing me. I was already twitching and pulsing between my legs, making me shut them tighter together.. My breaths weren't as sharp, but they were hallow and loud.. Heavy even. I knew he could hear them. And he loved the effect he had on me in that moment. I just couldn't understand why I was feeling so excited, so aroused.. It wasn't anything new with him.. Well, perhaps it was. The fact that we were taking it slow. The fact that he wad talking to me and not just ripping my clothes off.. "I don't want you to think that there's a different side of me, Lana. There isn't." I could hear him talk from behind me, the heat of his body radiating and connecting with mine. "I'm maybe a royal, but I'm no master. I don't find pleasure in getting or causing pain. No, I take it from controlling, seeing you obeying, trusting me.." I could feel how he took a good grip over the end of my shirt, his arms going from behind me and trapping mine against my waist, almost in a way of hugging me from behind, and then taking a good hold of the front edge of the shirt that ended somewhere where my stomach did. What he said.. I already knew that. I knew he liked the control. I liked giving him that because it made me feel like I was finally letting go of my problems, of every worry, and with full trust letting him make me forget. Just like then.. Just like in that moment. A small turn of the material was enough, effortlessly ripping the end of the front side of my shirt.. The cotton ripped slowly, just at the end, and he stopped for a second. My stomach preformed a turn and so did my heart.. I was barely able to keep breathing from how harsh my heart was beating against my chest. "You'll do as I told you, comply to my wishes," Oh gladly. Was all that went though my head at that point.. I turned red by my own thoughts, while all he did was preform another slight rip over my shirt, now ripping it somewhere in the middle of my stomach. "but I promise you, you'll find my wishes to be for your own pleasure. You already know I would never hurt you." The shirt was ripped a bit more, and I lost my breath a bit more too. Just a few inches and my breasts were going to be fully revealed. His breath ran over my shoulder, and I never had a bigger urge to turn around, to look at him, to kiss him.. But I kept it together. "I give you my word on that, Lana." I tried staying still, but my legs felt faint, and I was expecting myself to collapse any minute now. "And I can also promise you that by the end of this night, after leaving you speechless, thoughtless, senseless.. The only thing you'll know is going to be my name.." I took in a deep breath, my chest rising and the already ripped shirt completely being separated in two.. It was now only falling over my shoulders and covering half my breasts. The middle was my full cleavage and skin, his hands going over my stomach and waist and turning me to face him. Effortlessly. With a simple pull. I felt his breath on the side of my face, yet I kept my eyes shut. Those perfect lips tingled and teased over my skin, my hair, finally reaching my ear. "Just keep one thing in mind, darling. We're not alone in the house. So your moans and begs are going to have to stay for me, and me only." That was neither a warning or a threat. It was a promise. And I never felt more urged to see, to feel such promise come to life. Because I wanted everything he said. I was longing for it. I was desperate for that forget.. Such forget that only he could give me. A word he gave.. a promise he was going to keep.