It was a valid question.

I wasn't even sure which I was wanting.

"You!" I found myself crying out. Straining against the pressure of him pinning me against the wall.

He growled inhumanly and caught me around the waist. Slipping his finger out of me to round with me dangling off my feet. He stalked to the bed and pressed me back against it. My legs hung over the edge.

Apparently as he'd intended.

I felt the damp spot on my thin nightdress, against my thigh. Wet from me.

Bodin pushed my knees apart forcefully and lowered between them. Making probing eye contact with me as he slid his tongue along my crease. Licking me as though I were some savory treat.

He hummed in pleasure. Lifting his head to lick his lips purposefully. "You taste sweet."

I felt my cheeks heat and I dropped my head back so I could try and gather my strength. My head flopped sideways as I stared at the door.

Get yourself together Belle! A tiny voice in me was screaming. Get to the damn door and go back to your damn room!

"Oh, no you don't." He jerked my knees further from the bed to bring my center smashing against his mouth as he roughly lathed his tongue into my entrance. Slicking inside me and making my hands clutch the sheets as I clung to some tenuous bits of control.

"Bodin!" I squawked in shock at what he was doing.

"Ssh." He lifted his head to put a finger to his shining lips. "Let me taste you and for once, hush your objections."

There was such authority in his voice that I found myself automatically silenced. Shocked at his directness.

How can he be so bold?

He'd never have dared talk to me like that a mere year ago.

Now he talks to me as if I belong to him.

His lips rubbed along my sensitive flesh. Massaging it and drawing out my moistness while his tongue twirled tiny circles up toward the delicate nub along my seam.

My senses were exploding in hot white lot behind my eyes. Heat was coursing over me. I found my hands winding in his hair as I told myself to pull him away.

Get him to stop. Get out of here! But instead, I found my fingers winding in that dark hair to clutch at his scalp. Pushing him more firmly into my most tender place.

He purred in approval.

"That a girl." He murmured into my folds.

Making me gasp and my back jerk upward so hard, I wondered if it might snap in half.

***

I should go. I knew it. And I kept telling myself it, but my body was refusing to move.

He smells delicious.

His scent was highly erotic. Like a forest after a rain. Untamed.

I suddenly wanted it all over me. I wanted to wake up in the morning and smell him on my skin.

"I have to go, Bodin." I managed to whisper weakly.

His head popped up. "The devil you do. Stop fighting me, Belle. Give yourself to me."

"I...can't..."

"Yeah, yeah. Because you're saving yourself for some unknown, unmet poet." He unlaced his pants and shoved them down. "Hate to be the one to tell you, Belle. But I've already had you."

He lowered his head to give me a long look. Tugging my hips to the edge of the bed, so my buttocks hung slightly over the side.

Like some offering.

***

He tossed up my nightdress.

I made an objecting sound.

But before I could react, he entered me without warning. Stretching my walls and stuffing me full. As if trying to pierce me to my womb.

I squeaked and leaned up. Blinking shocked eyes at him.

"And I'm going to have you again." He growled. Keeping my eyes as he withdrew, achingly slow. Making the muscles of his body slowly ripple in a smooth wave.

Then his thighs bent and his back pressed forward as he dragged his length back into me. Filling me until I gripped the sheet, wondering if I would stretch to fully take him.

I already have. I reminded myself.

But for some reason, this time seemed so much more forbidden because I now knew what he was doing to me.

Taking from me.

***

"Don't try to rationalize what we're doing, Belle." He cautioned. Working his hips to get further into me. Craning them upward to pierce deeply into me. "Nothing going through your mind, is going to result in a way that will make you feel better than I'm going to make you feel right now."

He grunted as he pressed into me again. His pace seeming almost agonizing.

"You need to stop overthinking everything and trying so hard to keep me at arm's length."

"I don't."

"You do." He stopped to give me a hard look. "You always have."

I didn't-I don't think. Have I? I tried to think of someone that I didn't keep at a distance. I immediately thought of Ginny. But her and my interactions were always limited. I wasn't sure whether it was because she was cold, or I was.

Or both.

I didn't like where this line of thinking was going. I don't want him to be right!

"I don't keep people at a distance Bodin, you're-you're in-inside...Me, right now! How can you say I'm keeping you at a distance."

"Fair question." He dropped over me. So, his elbows were on each side of my head and his naked chest aligned along my nightdress clad body. "But why are your clothes still on? Why aren't your legs wrapping around me? Why aren't you touching me? You clearly want to. It's all over your face."