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Amelia’s pov
The darkness envelops us like a black sheet, the storm outside competing with the raging one I had inside me as his strong arms encircle around me protectively. I hadn’t meant to jump in his arms….clearly. But I find myself here, showing him yet another weakness of mine.
I want to scream in annoyance at myself. Why do I keep showing Raiden my weaknesses? It’s not good that the school’s bully knows my weak spots.
The air around us grew ragged and thick, the rumbling of thunder and the strong whistle of wind threatening to shatter the windows only adding to the atmosphere.
I am aware of every inch of him I am pressed to. Feel his heat through his wet clothes, scorching me like fire. My heart pounded and I am happy that in this dark he couldn’t see the flush I knew I had on my cheeks.
“Put me down,” I demanded, yet my arms were still around him and my legs made no move to untangle around his waist. I can feel every inch of him. Every hot hard inch.
“You’re the one who jumped into my arms,” he pointed out amused. If the lights were not off and the room wasn’t so fucking dark I was a hundred percent sure I would be seeing a smirk on his lips.
I gritted my teeth. It was bad enough this boy was tormenting and annoying me in school now at my home too. Can’t I catch a break?
I am about to tell him something sarcastic, something that would save my face but the thunder that rolled after made me shriek and wrap my arms around him tighter. Fucking hell. If the thunder wasn’t so loud and sounding like something huge was about to fall from the heavens I wouldn’t be in his arms right now.
Raiden let out a low chuckle and despite his clear amused sound it made my toes curl and fire to strike across my belly like a war of swords clashing. “It’s not funny,” I said faintly.
I could handle a bit of rain, some lightning, and some light thunder rumbles. But a storm with slashing wind, loud rumbling above and lightning that flashed to threatened blindness, I was terrified of.
“I know,” he said gently and begin to move. I grip him harder, my eyes widening, “Where are you taking me?” I yelped, afraid he’d tumble over and take me with him because of the darkness of the room.
He couldn’t possibly see in this darkness.
“Somewhere more comfortable,” he utters, making me nervously chew on my lips.
“If you fall, I’ll castrate you,” I warned
His laughter was a sweet melody, which was weird to describe a boy’s laughter. I should hate everything Raiden, but I can’t which is infuriating. I hate how his warmth is seeping into me, I hate that I can feel every inch of him. I hate that my body is
alive when he is here.
I hate him.
“Admit it spitfire,” Raiden’s voice drops low and husky, making me squirm on his lap. “You don’t want me to let you go.”
And I hate it the most that he is right once again.
Shut up.” I snarled under my breath, my heart racing as my mind fogs with every feel of him under me.
“And what if I don’t?” he poke, his fingers going to my spine making me arch my back and press my breasts to his chest. I gasp as electricity runs through his touch.
“Just shut up and kiss me!”
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