Chapter 51
Samantha’s POV
“You’re trembling,” Dominic uttered.
I inhaled deeply and balled my hands in an attempt to stop the slight trembling for I did not even realize I was until he pointed it out. Dominic stepped closer with his eyes fixed on mine, full of longing and wanting, and his presence burned like wildfire in the midst of the pouring rain outside.
“Don’t.” The word came out before I could stop it, shaky and unconvincing, as if I were begging him and warning him all at once. My mind was in a mess and his presence was making it even worse. I was already conflicted about which decisions to make in our situation, and yet my heart was still adding up to the stress, including my wolf that had been pacing around and purring in my head since he arrived.
“Don’t what?” he asked, taking another step closer, so close I could feel his breath ghosting against my skin.
I opened my mouth to reply, but the words got stuck in my throat. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t say my name the way you do. Don’t make me forget all the reasons I should not want you.
But I couldn’t speak.
His hand rose slowly, giving me every opportunity to step back, to pull away, but I did not. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingertips brushing the edge of my jaw, and I hated the way my body betrayed me, leaning into his touch as if it belonged there. I let out a shaky breath at the sudden jolt of electricity through my body.
“Trust me,” he uttered again, yet this time, his voice was barely above a whisper, enticing.
I wanted to laugh, to scoff, to push him away. Trust him? After everything? The man who had been my undoing, who had shattered every part of me and left me in pieces? And yet, here he was, putting those pieces back together with nothing more than a look, a touch, a word. I had managed to protest him and argue with his proposals just minutes ago, I had made my decision, but he seemed to know my weakness. His close proximity, his touch, his breath against my skin, were like a burning flame melting my frozen heart, smoldering the walls I had built.
“You’re impossible,” I muttered, the words weak and shaky with no conviction behind them. I knew he was a very persistent man, that he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, but I never thought I would be this easy to coax.
Was it because I deeply longed for him despite my denials?