Chapter Eighteen

No, I'm good! Evan, I don't think you'll do any better than this" She couldn't take that risk while it was still difficult to control her emotions in his presence. She had spent the past week avoiding him because that seems to be the only solution not to smash lips with him!

"Are you scared!? Evan asked as he closed the gap between them, tired of fighting the urge not to reach for her.

The instant their skin touched, she felt a spark down her spine. A feeling she wasn't able to understand and she could only stare speechless at him.

" You felt that right? she heard him whisper in her ear then down to her neck. "And you now know clearly that got can't run easily from it, Bedelia."

Just the sound of her name on his lips made her grab him fiercely by his neck. She wanted him, the whole of him! Lost in her feelings and blazing fire down her spine. She kissed him fiercely with her hand at the of his neck and the other down in his pant.

She knows she has to stop, she needs to stop this madness! But now, only this madness seems to quench the fire in her, she wasn't in control of her body or her mind. It was like being possessed by another being that isn't yours.

"Bedelia! She heard Evan call but didn't stop or bother to hear him out, he just wanted him, every inch and part of her wanted him. She pushed her body toward him, closing every gap between him, and felt his hand down her shirt and then at the bottom.

Bedelia felt tears as they slide down her cheeks, she wanted this so why was she crying? She wanted to quench the fire, the blazing heat pulling her desperately toward him. She was losing her mind!

" Bedelia! Bedelia!! Evan pulled her away from him not because he wanted to, he would be happy just to get her down on the grass complete this. But how could he!? when he noticed her tears.

"Bedelia! he called trying to get her to stop because he wasn't sure how much longer he could resist.

"Don't make me stop, I want this! She struggles under his strong grip.

"No, you don't! Look at me, Bedelia! Focus! he held her tightly and only when she quiet down and stared directly at him did he continue.

" I promise, you don't want any of this, you don't Bedelia, you're only controlled by your own emotions! Can you hear me!?

But Bedelia found herself staring at his bloody lips, she have tore his skin badly with her nails and teeth.

She hadn't controlled me, she had allowed her emotions to possess him and now he was hurt and she couldn't do anything but stare not trusting herself to touch him.

"I promise not to hurt you again if that's the reason...

" Is not that Bedelia! he reached up and wiped his lips with his palm. "I don't give a fuck about this..."

Now her gaze was focused on his bloody palm till she felt him yank her by the shoulder.

"Look at me, Bedelia...I would give anything to have you right now."