Silence fell over.. I felt chills running down my spine. I could not take my eyes off his because.. Because it was the same story repeating over and over again. Yes he was a smashingly good looking man, but there was something else that seemed to control me when I was around him. Perhaps his dark, mysterious self made me curious, or just desperate for some reason, but I,- I couldn't walk away from him. Like I was being pulled towards him, it was nothing in my power to stop. And I couldn't deny it either. "You shouldn't care." My voice filled the silence, sounding almost weak from how quiet it was. He shouldn't.. Because it was only getting harder.. Harder to resist.. And I could feel myself getting lost.. The sound of the rain tapping loudly against the car was muting my thoughts, and in that moment all I wanted to do was get out and let it pour down on me, because the distance between the two of us was only making it harder for me to breathe.. He looked in front of himself, releasing a frustrated puff as he ran a hand through his hair, but I couldn't look away. "But I fucking do, and there's nothing I can do about it." He looked back at me.. The darkness in those eyes meeting mine causing every drop of resistance I had left to slip away. It was getting out of hand.. I have to get away, I kept telling myself. Open the door and walk out. But no, I could not fight against my own self. Not in that moment. I watched how he scanned my face, almost like he was lost in that moment just as much as I was.. I was lost in him.. And the voice in my head telling me to make this easy for myself won. I reached towards his face slowly, almost like I was being careful with my own actions.. Scared of what a simple touch could do to me. My fingers brushed over the side of his face, and I could see that same desperation reflect in his eyes. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes for a second, before I felt him wrap his hand around my wrist, and effortlessly I was pulled closer to him until my lips were inches away from his. Pitch black eyes stared back at mine, and I was never drawn to someone as much as I was drawn to him in that moment.. Never in my life was I unable to deal with such resistance, yet being left feeling so trapped and unable to control it. His grip around my wrist loosened and just as if it was all a routine, I slid my hand down in his, following how his eyes locked on my lips, and the second I leaned an inch closer, our lips once again connected.. It wasn't a kiss for only soothing.. We both demanded more, and the vulnerability I felt inside myself ever since I left the house seemed to disappear within seconds, only being replaced by that eagerness, that hunger for more.. Just more. We pull apart and take in those shaky, shallow breaths, unable to contain ourselves anymore.. The fiery and passion just refusing to stay put. I looked down at his chest, slightly rising from the deep breaths he was taking.. My hands moved on their own, slowly gliding my fingers over his chest, feeling and tracing each crevasse, each line along his perfect physique.. Again, he only seemed to be in this lack of control, as for the only reason why he wrapped his hands around my wrists was to stop my touch. And to pull me closer again.. Instead of trying to tame it, to try and sooth the yearning we felt for each other, we only seemed to be desperate to burst it even more. I don't understand.. One of us was supposed to stop it. Both of us knew damn well how wrong it was, forbidden to even think of something like this, with me being a Morpher and him being a royal.. But how could I think of that in that moment when all I knew was that he once again kissed me senseless.. I lost all thoughts, body numb and heart aching for more.. There seemed to be desperation in actions, simple despair in his groan and we both seemed to easily accept that there was nothing we could do about it.. Nothing than giving in. I was pulled towards him as physically possible, his hands over my waist and with a simple pull, I came in that position to straddle him, kissing down on his lips and feeling his hand roam all over my body.. Our sharp breaths when we pulled away, shallow and deep, filled the air along the harsh tapping of the rain that was pouring outside.. The feel of his lips over my jaw, the side of my neck, with each kiss, the world falling away.. There was not enough space, not enough time as for there were many other problems we had to find a solution to.. But in that moment, neither of us cared. I felt like a horny teenager and was supposed to be ashamed by my own actions, getting away from home and lusting for the 'enemy' himself.. But how could I regret my own actions when they made me feel lost in the most delightful way? Making me forget and simply give in to what my soul really craved. My eyes rolled back in my head from the feel of his lips against my neck, down my chest, and with a simple grip of his hands against my shirt, and simple pull, it came off in pieces. His lips separated from my skin, his hands over my arms and holding me a little away from himself as he took in the view. I was sitting on top of him, in my bra and jeans, desperate for that release as the feel on the large bulge in his pants seemed to cause all kinds of excitement crawl throughout my whole body, all kinds of devil thoughts crawl throughout my mind.. With a low cuss, he looked up at me, but I was too lost in the moment to look back at him as for my eyes closed on their own when he pulled me down and kissed my lips. The way his lips worked against mine, sent me through this frenzy of thoughts, causing all kinds of tingles to flow underneath my skin and between my legs. There was no such time to wait for him to take off my jeans, as for I had already positioned myself in a way that made him groan against my lips, wrapping his arm around my full waist, the other one over my backside. The silence filled with our deep breaths, the sound of the rain pouring outside, the darkness, and the feel of his hands around me gave me the comfort I longed for, yet caused something stronger inside me, a bigger desperation, a stronger need for resistance that I could not seem to find around him.