Chapter Eighty-Four

Talia's POV:

I didn't delay obeying. Though frozen with excitement. This can't be happening. Not to me. But it was happening, and I was unable to stop it. I had already placed my request. Maybe I should have been more specific. Trusting Nicholas was one thing, but, him holding himself on a leash was another thing. I didn't want this to get out of hand.

I whined, pulling my head back against his hand. He grew further enthusiastic when I drew my hands up, touching his wrists.

"Are you backing out? I promise not to hurt you. Although this is something different from what you are used to," he said softly, as if reproving a child.

  My hands shook badly, and my knees felt as though they might buckle.

  He tightened his grip on my hair, not too tight, but enough to force my head up. 

I closed my eyes even tighter than soft, tearless moans broke past my lips. I was treading the thin line of his patience while falling off the thin line of my sanity.