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towards him. He inhales slowly and deeply into my hair, tickling my ear with his breath. Chills explode on my skin as his other hand caresses my arm. He lightly grazes the bottom of my earlobe with his full lips, sending nervous waves of energy through me, straight into my stomach. What the hell Anna!? I scold myself for suddenly being attracted to the same person who abducted me. Inside, my alter ego smirks, warning me that my irrational attraction to him was always bound to surface… real or not.
    Micah’s face is inches from my own, and I can feel his hot breath stroking my skin. His eyes are fully consumed in crimson as he moves closer to me. His lips press against mine, gently spreading them open. His thick tongue slides in, exploring the inside of my mouth. I try to fight him, but his magic is too powerful. It infiltrates my body tightly, becoming a part of me. My body reacts to him on its own, regardless of my brain’s protests. Damn it, Anna! I plead to myself, but physically, my body erupts with desire. I rake my fingers through his hair as he forcefully lifts me up, and wraps my legs around him. I can feel the thin material of my dress starting to stretch as he pushes his excitement against me. Moans escape my tightly closed lips before I whisper in his ear to take me. He slides his hand down my cheek, working his way to my chest when my brain unexpectedly shakes the fog off. What am I doing?! I try to pull away, but my squirming only results in him tightening his grip. His hand on my lower back presses me deeper into his embrace as he frantically shoves his tongue further down my throat. I attempt to lift my arms and push him off me, but I’m unable to. His free hand cups my left breast, squeezing it painfully, but sensuously at the same time.
    He reaches underneath my jacket, searching for the dress’s thin strap. Softly, he slips it off my shoulder exposing me. A moan of fear and pleasure escapes from my mouth as he slides my nipple between his teeth, pulling on it delicately. I yell for him to stop, but find only silence dribbling from my mouth. My voice and limbs refuse to obey my will. I slam my eyes shut, pushing away the longing collecting in my core. I visualize him flying off me and into the wall behind us. I narrow all my thoughts and invest the sum of my energy into it, helpless, hoping for something to happen. His exploration becomes more intimate, and he reaches for the thin cloth between my legs. A fire ignites inside me and I grab hold of his swollen biceps. Magic pulses through the tips of my fingers when I center my attention on him. Within seconds, Micah is hurled backwards, slamming into the wall with a loud thud. I shake my body, freeing myself from the remnants of his magic. I breathe in the humid air instantaneously, trying to wrangle the hundreds of thoughts skipping around my head. How did I do that? I look at Micah, who’s standing before me, seething in anger.
    “H ow did you manage to do that?” he spits.
    That’s what I’d like to know. “I don’t know, it just happened.”
    He marches over to me, pointing his finger in my face accusingly. “What did you do? Tell me! How did you use magic!?”
    I press my back further into the wall, wishing it would open up and swallow me.
    “How could you possibly…?” he trails off. Then, stepping back, he rakes his sturdy fingers through his caramel hair. “This is impossible.”
    Clearly, he’s thinking out loud. His shocked demeanor throws me for a loop. I don’t know how I summoned my magic, and from the looks of it, neither does he. I try to replay our situation, minus the intimate parts that now make me flinch with disgust. I was really scared and was physically touching him. None of this makes any sense! I close my eyes, trying to summon my magic without the slightest stir. How was I able to do that? I threw him off me like a feather! Maybe being a Grand Witch has something to do with it. I’m sure there are many other things