Time ✔️

Chapter Sixteen

Word Count: 1512

~Rosie

I shouldn't be doing this, but I am anyway.

There's no denying the feeling of my mates kiss. I've read books about it, heard stories, but I never thought I would ever experience it, after I died. Especially not with an Immortal, who has a tight grip, full lips and the heady scent of something I cannot get enough of. Even if this is what I should have been avoiding.

The way he grabs me, holding my waist, pulling me against him as he fists my shirt, as if he wants to pull it off. The way he kisses me, too, is passionate, aggressive, stealing my breath away, leaving me gasping for air as he pulls away for a moment.

"I hate how good this feels," I murmur, as he kisses down my jaw, to my neck. It elicits shivers, which I can't control, no matter how hard I try.

"You haven't felt anything yet," comes his breathy reply.

Suddenly my back is against the wall, picture frames swinging behind me. Time grabs my wrists, and then my hands are above my head. My entire body feels like it's melting against him, molding to his form.

There's nothing innocent about this, nothing holding either of us back. As much as my rational mind tugs at the back of my head, demanding I step away and think about this from a distance...but God...just kissing him feels so right. It's like all my desires have been answered, and I've only been around him for such a short amount of time.

His kisses cease for a moment, as he pulls away from where he was giving my neck extra special attention, looking up at me with a lazy smile on his face, eyes glazed.

"I'm not going to fuck you. Yet," he breathes.

He pushes away from me, leaving me breathless against the wall, watching his departing back. Wiping my mouth, I quickly stand up properly, straightening my clothes.

"That was...Let's never do that again," I say firmly, wrapping my arms around myself. How could I be so weak, as to let him kiss me like that. He swept me off my feet, made me lowered my guard before I even had the chance to realise it.

Time pauses to look at me. "I could sense your regret. That's why I stopped."

His admission takes me by surprise. I watch him, as he wanders into the kitchen, before coming out with two glasses of water. When he hands me one, I take it warily. His lips are still slightly swollen, his cheeks flushed. But other than that, he looks completely untouched, unbothered by what just went on between us.

"It wasn't regret. It was disappointment, in myself," I tell him, taking a sip of the water. It seems to cool the burning heat that still swirls deep within my stomach.

Time glances at me, raising an eyebrow. "Disappointment."

"This wasn't meant to happen. Just because I've seen a few flashbacks to your old life, doesn't mean that I can trust you. It doesn't mean that I should stray from my initial plans," I comment, leaning my head against the wall in defeat. Time frowns as he falls into his seat, looking at me curiously.

"Initial plans? You've had plans this entire time?" he questions. He doesn't look offended, just curious. I shrug mindlessly. If waiting this out until I can get back to the current time to find my brothers is a plan, then so be it.

Getting up, I set my glass down on the coffee table before I sit close to him, but not too close. "I've had other reservations. Being distracted by you and this pesky mate bond was not, however, on my list of things to do."

"Interesting," he muses. "Now I know why you, have been so desperate to get away."

I tilt my head, giving him a deadpan look. "Partly. But again, I don't trust you. You could be a murderous freak like all immortals are. None of this changes anything."