Hellbound Heart novel Chapter 35

"Real. Hard… Izabelle."

Those last three words had Elle's heart hammering itself into frenzy within her ribcage. Her throat ran dry as an inexplicable tremor ran powerfully through her. The feel of her slightly damp hair being fisted by him felt… it felt…

"And that isn't something you can handle no matter how you brave yourself." He continued. His voice remained low, but she could almost taste the warning in them. "So, I would give you another reminder again. Do. Not… Touch me."

Fighting back hard the urge to gulp down in fear, Elle lifted her hands a little, bringing them together before her as she mustered up a smile.

"I see… then, I think it's better if you tie my hands. Better to be safe than sorry, right?" she said, trying to calm her now chaotic heart. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

Sebastian's grip in her hair loosened and she relaxed a little. Still, she dared not breathe out in relief. Not yet, at least.

"Best to avoid any accidents from happening." She flashed a quick forced smile as she waited for him to tie her hands. "I'm afraid I might momentarily forget. You know… in the heat of the moment…"

He finally looked away from her eyes and stared down at her hands. She watched as a slow smile tugged at his lips. And with just that, the dark tension seemed to quickly evaporate between them.

"Smart little wench, aren't you?" He uttered under his breath, as he fully let go of her hair and removed his robe's tie.

Elle kept her gaze firmly trained on his face, not daring to look down. Not even a single inch. She had not seen him naked yet. That night, she had been too scared and desperate that she did not even allow herself to get more than a blurry glance at his naked body when he had climbed of the bed to face her father. But then… what was the use of her not daring to look?

Swiftly, he started tying her hands together. She then dragged her gaze down and saw his robe had fallen open, baring quite an expanse of skin to her wandering eyes. Ink black tattoos welcomed her eyes. Were those images of… fire?

Her eyes trailed curiously over the tattoos, travelling downwards, until her gaze stopped at his navel. He was wearing a dark grey boxer brief.

"Now princess," his voice almost jolted her out her own skin and her face reddened as she guiltily returned her gaze back to his face. He sat next to her and in a swift move he had her sitting rather primly on his lap, facing away from him. "Let's get started, shall we?" He whispered provocatively in her ear before blowing gently into it, sending shivers running helplessly through her.