WARNING: This chapter contains mature contents. Read at your own risk.
Eric's hands tightened into fists for a moment as he knocked the barricade away. The barricade of soft pillows tumbled to the floor with a quiet thud as he moved, his gaze fixed on Delia. He carefully positioned himself under her, ensuring no barrier remained between them. Now, she was entirely his, the space between them entirely occupied.
He leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck. His breath was warm against her ear as he spoke, his voice a low murmur. "Don't think about the future when you're with me."
He paused, his lips lingering near her ear before continuing, his voice dropping even lower. "You should only think about the present, Delia. Don't worry about what will happen, only what is happening right now. This… us…"
He kissed the curve of her neck, his lips touching her skin like a feather. Then, his tone became more insistent, tinged with a plea. "Don't push me away again."
