Belle felt her throat turn suddenly dry as he regarded her with that his smiling face that was anything but warm. She had learned to accept that Rohan did not have any warm or tender expressions, and if it weren't for his warm body, she would have thought he was a dead man completely incapable of living.
"Cat got your tongue, little bunny?" he snarled when she didn't speak and looked as pale as a ghost. He bracketed her tiny waist in his large hands and pulled her dangerously close to him, where their bodies pressed, and he leaned down to her neck, grazing his lips against her damp skin until he reached her ear, where she stiffened.
"I can hear your heart beating so fast, it's the rhythm of guilt, sweetheart. Why are you guilty? Are you keeping the stake to do something very, very bad, hmm?" he hummed, his lips so close to her ear his breath tickled her into moving her shoulder up as if to block the ticklish feeling and the sensation it brought.
