Concern

At some point in the early morning, you reawaken, feeling uncomfortably warm and slightly groggy. Shifting around, you quickly halt upon feeling a large figure pressed against your back. The deep breaths that gently rise and fall from his chest tell you the man is still asleep. When you try to slide away, his own form shifts slightly as his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back against him. Sighing in frustration, you find yourself unable to push the man's heavy limb off. The heat from his body and the blankets, coupled with his tight embrace begin making you feel slightly claustrophobic. Digging your elbow into his rib, you attempt pushing him away. You hear his breath momentarily cease and realize you've inadvertently woken him.

"Don't leave." He mumbles, sounding pleased to find you in his arms.

"It's too warm, I'm suffocating." You protest, struggling to free yourself from his grasp.

Before you can react, he rolls over you, using his forearms to keep his weight off you. Blushing, you quickly look away as you feel his gaze slowly rake over you. You can hear his breath deepen again as he seems to grow increasingly roused. Unsure how to feel yourself, you tentatively turn your glance up at him. There's a rather intense look on his face, though his eyes appear somewhat clouded with conflict. Cautiously, you place a hand against his firm arm, using it to help push yourself away. He pulls back, allowing you to sit up slightly, leaving you still pinned between his frame and the headboard. You can feel the heat radiating from his body as it continues looming over your small figure.

"Likewise." He discloses, with the trace of hunger in his undertones. "It's becoming more than I can bear."

"Then this likely isn't helping." You quickly mumble, gesturing towards his proximity.

"You're right." The leader agrees before leaning his head forward, catching you in another unexpected kiss.

You seem powerless to escape his advance, both from the hindrance of his frame and your natural reaction to freeze like a startle animal. His hot breath brushes against your face, adding to the humidity surrounding you. The heat and bashfulness set your cheeks further ablaze. To add to your distress, the man easily pulls you back against the bed and you can feel his hard figure begin to press down on your frame. You know you should struggle or make some type of verbal protest, yet you still seem paralyzed in a mix of fear and apprehension. Before you can regain your wits, his hands have already begun making their way across your body. Your eyes widen as you feel his lips move to your neck as one of his hands slides down your abdomen. Finally you react, reflexively shirk away from his touch. Pulling back, you see the man frown before moving down to sweep you in another kiss. When you don't reciprocate, he stops and sits back in frustration.

"You're really beginning to test my patience." He growls vexedly, his large frame rigid with discomfort. "I can hardly think straight around you. It's of little pleasure seeing you so unwilling but I'm not sure how much longer I can restrain myself."

"I don’t see how that's my fault." You retort, pulling the covers up as if they will stop his prying eyes.

"Not directly." He admits, raking a hand through his disheveled hair. "I can't rationalize my reaction towards you. Perhaps it's my stubbornness, yet your persistent rejections only fuel my desire to win you."

"Then maybe you should allow me to return to my room." You offer, knowing it would be more to your benefit than his.

The earlier events have shown your increased wavering of nerves and logic. You fear that should you be **** to remain in his presence much longer, you'll eventually lose all self-control. He smiles somewhat grimly before shaking his head in disagreement.

"Not after yesterday." He states bluntly, his expression turning somewhat cold as the subject resurfaces. "It's too dangerous to let you out of my sight right now."

"I thought you dealt with the guard?" You question, wondering if he might have shown more restraint that you had originally assumed.

"Quite." He affirms, though the hard look remains. "But I'm afraid he wasn't alone."

"What do you mean?" You breath out softly, beginning to feel uneasy yourself.

"He wasn’t working alone. It seems his original goal was to infiltrate the building and learn more about my defense." Kessler's tone turns bitter as he continues speaking. "Unfortunately, you seem to be able to distract all that come within your vicinity."

Wincing slightly, you can't help feeling as though the words indicate you're partially to blame, though you're not sure that was his intention. Slowly lowering your eyes, you anxiously fiddle with the hem of the blanket. Seeing your nervous attitude, the man quickly clears his throat before taking the fidgeting hand into his own.

"There's no need for you to worry." He assures in a somewhat gentle timbre. "No one else will harm you so long as you heed me."

Nodding silently, you can't help still feeling a twinge of guilt and fear. Though you know you're not responsible for the man's actions, you wonder what might have been different had you not provoked him. There's the chance he would have succeeded in his original mission. A thought that sends an unexpected shiver of dread down your spine. If anything were to happen to the leader there is no telling who's hands you may end up in. It seems for the time being you're **** to become a slightly more willing captive.