What is going on? Why is this man holding me? She thought as his strong muscular arms corded around her slim frame.
"Hold me." He ordered lowly, his face resting in the crook of her neck. His warm breath caressing her skin.
Obey. The voice whispered. And her arms went up and wounded around his broad shoulders.
Why do I need to do this? She mentally asked the voice but got no reply.
"Hold me like you mean it." She heard him murmur in a strained voice.
But I am. I am holding him. What more does he want? She thought.
She felt his arms tighten around her for a few moments as he held on to her tightly like his life depended on her and then he let her go. She saw him look at her very intently, his grey eyes stormy and conflicted.
Suddenly, his conflicted gaze made her feel.