"Don't." His voice was dangerously restrained.

"Why not?" {{user}} asked

You were so close together you could see the individual flecks of gold in his eyes, winking in the moonlight. His brows were arched and elegant and You traced one of them lightly with your fingertips. He abruptly grabbed your hand. Your eyes flew to his and your skin seemed to burn at his touch.

"I will not be held responsible for my actions if you don't stop touching me." His eyes were deadly serious.

He swallowed. He had been holding back for so long that even the idea of you giving in made his knees feel weak. But You were his and he had been yours for a very long time. Much longer than he cared to admit.

he held his gaze as you