Seconds passes and I still haven't found my voice. His ministrations on my wrist pauses. He looks up and catches me staring, a slow grin makes way to his lips then he hides it by looking back at wrist and resumes with his cleaning.

"Please forgive Rex, he's -"

"An idiot and a fool" he finishes my sentence without looking up at me. I bite my lip to stop me from saying something in Rex's defence.

"It wont happen again"

"I hope so. I hate sharing" this time he looks up at me and my lower lips leaves my teeth. His hand comes up to rub my lip. "I'm infatuated with you Davinia. Why?

How am I supposed to know the answer to that!

He wraps my wrist with bandages, he does it perfectly. This is probably not the first time he is doing this, but for who? His wife? Did she get hurt on a regular basis? The thought doesn't settle well with me. He says he's infatuated with me, looking at him now I don't feel my heart racing, I'm not nervous and giddy but there's a heat pooling in between my legs and I've never felt that before. It's probably my lack of experience that makes me so curious and wanting.

Yes, wanting. I want him to continue touching me, to put his hand deeper into my dress and explore. I want him to pull off my dress and bite on my nipple so ba-

"If you keep biting your lip I won't be responsible for what I will do next" his eyes meet mine when he spoke. His voice adds more fuel to the fire burning in my body. I find myself clenching my thighs together. That movement did not pass his sight. He grins but doesn't attempt to touch me any further. After he is done bandaging my wrist he brushes my wrist through the material.

"Why did you hurt yourself?" he asks, lowly with curiosity lacing his voice. Curiosity not disgust. I hold his gaze, my heating face cools for a bit and I'm grateful for it.

"I did-"

"lies, Miss Davinia. I don't tolerate lies"

"You keep interrupting me"

This makes him grin wider. "This marriage isn't what we planned for but I prefer we become allies than enemies and that can only happen if you become honest with me"

Resting my back on the wall, my lips pull to a grin of my own. "I wasn't planning on lying to you, you didn't let me finish. I may be a lot of things but liar isn't among them. The question here is...." our eyes meet and my grin turns into a smirk. His face is passive but his eyes hold amusement. "Can you be honest and loyal?"

He smirks back at me. "I can be both. You're the only woman who has been able to mess with my mind and restraint. Maybe it's the dress" He jokes.

"Yes, let's blame the poor dress"

"I should put you out of its misery and take it off of your body"

"..."

His hand graze my wrist again. "How far do you go?" A strange question but I understand what he wants to hear from me and I have a question for him too.

"Do you believe my mother"

"Answer my question and I answer yours"

"I only stop when the feeling of being scared and nervous leaves my system and I'm able to breathe again"

"Do I need to be worried?"

"No. Do you want to call off the engagement?"

No replies from him but his hands go into my dress and his hand palms my hips. "You're a perfect fit for me Davinia but there's one problem" He pulls the string I'm wearing higher and it goes in between my wet folds and snags on my clit. I gasp. "I'm infatuated with you. Are you wet for me Davinia?" his Cobalt blue eyes peer into mine. They hold promises of things he wants to do to me. I still haven't responded to his question, I don't know how to. I don't know what to say.

He pulls the string higher and it rubs my clit aggressively. My body jumps and I hold his shoulder, griping the fabric beneath my hand. The answer is on my tongue but what when I open my mouth to speak, I say, "Why don't you find out" I dare him with my eyes. I watch the turmoil in his eyes.

"If I do that, I won't be able to control myself" He says with so much heat whilst pulling my string higher. Why does this feel so good? I bite my lips to stop myself from moaning. I don't know what I'm doing anymore when my right hand goes into my dress and touch myself. I watch through my half closed eyes how his eyes dilated with heat. I bring out my hand and I spread my fingers to show him my juices. My tongue comes out to wet my lips.

"I'm a mess"

He grips my hips so hard that I feel his nails dig into my skin but it doesn't hurt me, I want him mark my skin. Where are this thoughts coming from? What is happening to me?
He moves closer to me, his breath fanning my neck. "How are you feeling right now malyshka" He asks but I think he can tell by the way I rub my thighs together to cause a friction but I humor him anyway.

"I'm hot" his right hand come up to massage my collarbone and I begin to breathe heavily.

"And?" He pushes.

"and needy" his hand moves lower.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" it's a trick question, I know it but the way his hoarse voice is becoming deeper and thicker with lust is not making me capable of thinking straight. I never felt this way with anybody. Not even Rex. I'm infatuated with him too and I know a way he can help.

"Touch me" I whisper.