When he held me that way, something inside of me didn't want him to let go of my body.
I was scared that I could bring myself think that way, after all I had decided to do to him.
His body was strong and it felt like the man kept up with exercises in a daily basis. I felt his bones, were they even bones? But they were strong anyway.
And when he pressed his hands around me, touching my breasts and my ass, I wondered how it would really feel like to be made love to by a man who really wanted me.
No one had ever talked to me in that manner before. The way he spoke, it was as if he knew what he was talking about. As if he meant every word of it. He wasn't high on anything or drunk. Well, maybe he might be drunk in love with me or something. But I could tell when a man was inebriated.
And Alpha Lucas wasn't.
Maybe it was the reason why I didn't push him away. Maybe it was the reason why I let him hold me that way.
