~ Past separated them, now pain will bring them together.~
A teenager Sofia Hayden, experiencing her falling apart family isolated herself slowly from everything that she held dear, especially from her best friend Max Wilder who had just realized hi...
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{IMP Note: It's Max's POV (yay!) starting from where he took Sofia to Hayden's house to pack her clothes.}
He realized he had been underestimating his feelings for Sofia, or rather the growth of them. That was what he experienced when he accompanied her to Hayden House as she packed her belongings to bring home.
The proximity, the intimacy, as he held her close while helping her down the stool, while she straddled him as he laid underneath, her lacy red bra in his hand, those silky manes surrounding his face, it had all had dissolved his self-control around her.
He didn't worry that she became aware of the physical proof of the desire for her. He stressed, for the beast inside him had threatened to come out, ripping the chains it was tethered with. The lustful beast had only been feeding from his fantasies regarding his Sof, and those fantasies were far from being decent but were downright perverse in every way.
It was intriguing seeing her reacting to their proximity. He had seen the desire in her eyes too, had seen her skin flush, lips part, and her bosoms perk.
But did she know what he craved to do with her? How did he want to trail her flushed skin with his tongue? Kiss those lips until she could not breathe? Suckle on those perked-up bosoms while rejoicing her arousal, knowing he was the reason for it?
He wanted to sate her, mark her, love her. And he wanted to keep doing all of that until she became absolutely delirious with his ministrations.
It was a primal requisite.
He needed to claim his woman.
And while it did not scare him, he feared it would scare away his Sof. He felt paralyzed by the thought of her running for the heels as he proved himself to be a sexually frustrated barbarian.
For God's sake, it was not long ago she had to go through molestation in the hands of that scoundrel Mevil! She was injured, not only physically but mentally as well. Bloody hell, she had been having nightmares because of that incident!
What if he damaged her further with his disobedient desires for her?
And why would she even let him near her after how he had hurt her so many freaking times!
Her body may give in, but Max wanted so much more than that. He wanted her heart before that.
Sofia might have said she had forgiven him, but he understood that the past couldn't be forgotten that easily, memories remain, and bitterness may return.
What free will can bring, selfish manipulation can never.
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Sof was helping her aunt Marla do some last-minute things with the cooked dishes when Grampa put a wrinkled hand on Max's upper arm from where he sat in the wheelchair beside him at the dining table.
