Lost in Silence (The Lost Series Book 1)(52)

“Hudson,” I whisper softly. His body shivers as his name slips past my lips.

“Louder,” he commands, taking another step forward, stalking me like a predator after its prey. Each slow step is agony.

“Hudson,” my voice is louder and more confident, my body grows warmer, filling me with anticipation.

“Again.”

“Hudson,” I breathe, loving the way his name naturally rolls off my tongue. His large body stops inches from mine and electricity crackles between us.

His hand reaches for my hip, pulling me into him. I tremble, finding the heat of his body hypnotic. My arms wind around his waist and I look up at him, my breath caught in my chest. He lifts his other hand to my cheek and caresses it.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you say my name?” His fingers touch under my chin, lifting my face higher still. “Almost as long as I’ve wanted to do this.”

Hudson’s lips touch mine before I can blink and it’s blissful. His lips are soft but they demand a response. I lift up onto my toes, pressing more firmly into him, giving it to him. I’ve never been kissed like this but then I’ve never wanted to be kissed this badly before.

My mouth moves against his, opening to his demand. He controls the intensity, licking and nipping at my lips before plunging his tongue into my mouth, invading my senses completely. I lean into him, as my body tingles with need, seeking pleasure in his lips.

I moan into his mouth, electricity tingles throughout my limbs, setting every nerve into overdrive. My thighs tighten as the tingling intensifies at my core.

Oh my God...never felt anything like this, my mind screams and my body shudders. I resist the urge to wrap my legs around him and lose myself completely to him. He’s the first man to ever make me feel how I thought a woman should feel when being kissed. It was life changing.

Suddenly, as if someone opened the gates of hell, my body is blasted with heat. Not a good heat either. More like skin melting off the body heat.

I felt like I was burning from the inside out. It started at the top of my head and radiated to the tips of my toes, in waves, each one more painful than the next. Something’s wrong and my instinct is to push away but I’m wrapped tightly in his arms.

I whimper as the pain intensifies, panic wells up, threatening to overpower me.

His body stiffens at the sound, allowing me the moment I need to break the kiss. Pushing against his chest, desperate for space, I gasp for breath. The heat of his body is too close and too much. A bead of sweat drips down my back, pooling at the waistband of my pants. I try to step back but the hardness of a wall at my back prevents me from moving. I don’t remember moving from the spot he started kissing me at.

Sensing my unease, Hudson releases me and takes a few steps back. He drops his hands to his sides, lust and need still riddled in his eyes. His brows knitted with concern.

“I’m sorry,” his voice is hoarse. He rakes his fingers through his dark locks and swallows hard. He struggles to reign himself in. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why?” I ask softly, my breathing labored. I lift my fingers to my swollen lips, panic swells in my throat. “Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No, why would you think that?” He asks and takes another step back. I inhale slowing, fear replacing the panic I had felt only seconds ago. I can’t help thinking he is going to turn and walk out of the room, that I’ve done something to push him away. I hate this feeling and I will do whatever it takes to keep him here with me, to make these feelings go away. Pushing out my breath slow again, I allow myself a moment to harden, to prepare for his criticisms.

“I’ll do better next time,” my body trembles. My conditioning is beginning to take control of my body and mind. I want to kiss him, to please him but my wants don’t matter. He has to tell me what makes him happy, how I can please him. So, I don’t fight the natural urge to ask him for instruction. “Tell me what you want, I promise to do better.”

He gasps, his eyes narrow on to me and they’re filled with disbelief. I was used to this kind of reaction, most men liked to act surprised when I became obedient. It was a game to them and they got off on it. I bow my head and clasp my hands in front of me, waiting for his instructions.

“Alice, look at me,” he speaks with an unease in his voice. I’m not supposed to look up at him until I know what makes him happy, but I lift my face anyways, keeping my eyes down cast. If I’m honest, I want to look up at him, meet his gaze head on but part of me is afraid to see what he thinks of obedient Alice. “Look at me.”