Lana's POV It was no doubt in what Christian was able to make me do.. I could spent hours and hours trying not to think of him, yet one glimpse would be enough.. Enough for me to give in so effortlessly, just to get the feel of his touch over my skin.. To at least have those eyes looking back at mine. It didn't take long.. No, it took no time at all for me to completely give into him.. Give him my full trust.. Let him take control, not just over my body.. The fact that my eyes were closed showed how much I trusted him, and the way his voice was soothingly, so hypnotically vibrating through me.. Christ, with that, he controlled my mind too.. I breathed in the air, my barely covered chest rising, my skin burning, and my mind shutting. I could feel him.. I could feel his presence in front me, the heat of his body near mine.. How he ran his fingers over my now slightly bare stomach, how he kept me so possessively close, even though we were the only two people in the room.. I felt it all.. He was right.. I had my eyes closed, but all my other senses were heightened. I couldn't predict his touch, what he would do next.. It drove me insane not knowing where he would touch me next, if he was going to kiss me perhaps, or where he was looking at me even.. I could hear his breath over, counting his steady heartbeats in his chest.. The way my tank top was holding itself only over my shoulders, the rest of the ripped material fell down and covered my breasts, but the middle was exposed, my full cleavage and stomach.. I knew he was looking.. I could feel his touch travelling over my exposed bosom.. My breath would just stop for a second, not because I was nervous or dreaded.. But simply because his plain touch caused that, daring this heat to rise in my body, this excitement to make my blood boil, my heart so harshly pounding in my chest.. I knew what I wanted. I knew what I was longing for at that point.. I was only craving a bit more. A little more touch, a little more closeness.. A little more intimacy. The way he moved his hand over my chest, over my key bone, the tip of his fingers barely making contact with my skin.. I melted. He was moving his hand painfully slow, and I could already feel myself simply itching to touch him back, to have him near me, against me, in me.. I knew how he felt.. My God, I knew what it meant being with him. Mind-blowing. Insanely breathtaking.. How much more could he give? He was promising me something here, something I couldn't even imagine, but how much better could it get than what it already was? His hand moved over my shoulder, the loose straps of the now ripped tank top barely holding on over my shoulders, barely covering me.. One slight drag to the side, and it was enough one strap to slide down my arm.. Then another on my other shoulder, and that one fell down too.. He took the material of the ripped shirt I suppose, leaving me in nothing but that pair of shorts in front of him.. Leaving me completely lost in the silence, in the darkness behind my closed lids. I felt his hands near my face.. Oh the amount of resistance it took me not to open my eyes in that moment.. It was unbelievable.. But I didn't.. I only felt my heart skip a shallow beat when he ran his fingers right over my cheekbone, slightly down my cheek, and then soon I felt something touch my lids.. It was the soft cotton shirt that he ripped. He brought it near my face, lightly pressing it over my already closed eyes and tying it loosely around my head, blindfolding me. I knew he heard the sharp breath that escaped me.. As if he knew, that soothing touch of his came over the dip of my waist, his other hand on the other side.. His hands were large making my waist seem even smaller as he traced them lower, with full pressure, like he was exploring the dips of it.. Slowly moving down, over the sharp curves of my hips and then back over my stomach. I felt my lips parting slightly the very second his hands came in direct contact with my bare skin again.. Sharply breathing in the air as he moved them upwards, so slowly over my breasts.. It was driving me insane. "Dear Lord, Lana, you're so damn perfect." I exhaled the breath I was holding at the sound of his voice.. His words were daring.. I thought I would wish to look at him while he was saying that, but having me blindfolded in fact did the very thing he promised. I felt. I only felt. More.. More and more.. His voice was clearer, my skin more sensitive to his touch, and the lust rising quicker than it ever did. He knew his ways. However, my hand still moved reflexively, towards him, wanting to at least touch him. I knew he took off his shirt before. He was just as exposed.. And right before my hand came in touch with those hard muscles on his chest, my hands itching to feel the silkiness of his skin too.. I was stopped. He took a hold of my hand, trapping it in his, and pulled it down, letting go and making me keep it beside me. He was driving me insane with nothing more than a simple move.. His simple words.. "I promised you feeling, Lana." That soft, deep voice filled the thick silence again, a caress to my soul at that point. "I want you to feel tonight, darling. Feel it all.. No looking, no focusing on my words.. Only follow my instructions doubtlessly. Focus on what I make you feel.. Alright?" I was going to nod my head, but I knew he wanted to hear me say it. "Yes.. Yes, just-" My words cut at the feel of his closeness.. Inches away from my face now.. "What?" Our breaths started matching. Sharp and shallow. "Just quit this torture. Touch me." He was unmerciful. He knew what I wanted. He could feel me longing for it. And he loved it. So, there he was, daring me to say it.. Wanting to hear me say it.. I knew he did. "Where?" The certainty in his voice, the dare.. It was enough for me to breathe out thoughtlessly..