Chapter 29: Touch of Passion
Every time William touched Anna, a wave of tiny shockwaves spread through her, igniting every nerve in her body. It was as if each brush of his fingers set off a chain reaction, lighting up her skin with electric heat.
But when he kissed her... it was different. Her body was suddenly drenched in ice-cold water, a sharp, jarring contrast that took her breath away. And then, as quickly as it came, she was thrust into a storm of searing flames that ignited her blood, setting her on fire in the most intoxicating way.
Was she really that starved for a touch of passion?
She tried to find an explanation for why her body responded so eagerly to him, as if she were an instrument and he, the musician, playing her every note. But the harder she searched for logic, the more tangled her thoughts became. Each question only led to more confusion, like a knot tightening with every attempt to untangle it.
No, she finally surrendered to the feeling, allowing herself to melt deeper into the kiss. I asked for this. I wanted to stop thinking. So, here goes nothing.
It was as if William sensed the storm brewing within her, for he leaned in even closer, his movements slow and deliberate as he helped Anna slide down onto the bed. His touch was gentle, yet firm as he grabbed her wrists again, guiding them above her head.
With his left hand, he held them together, his fingers cool against her warm skin, a contrast that only heightened the tension between them.
He pulled away just enough to break the kiss, his lips lingering for a breath before he whispered, his voice thick with desire, "You’re not here with me, Anna. I need you to focus on me. Only me."
A long sigh escaped her, her breath warm against his face, her chest rising and falling rapidly.