Blithe's POV
I am weak.
Weak, pathetic, usable.
I say I hate Carlisle, then I let him do this to me?
Well you know what? Not anymore I won't. If Carlisle really loved me- or hell, even liked me, he would be able to take things at my pace.
My pace.
"Carlisle. Stop." I ordered, pushing him gently away with my hands.
A low growl escaped his lips, and he shuffled closer to me. My breath was caught in my throat the second his hands touched my sides, and all I could do was weakly stand there, speechless.
Oh god, not this again.
"Carlisle, I meant it." I said, pushing him away and angrily crossing my arms over my chest, only now remembering that I was standing there in only my bra and underwear.
His eyes darkened, "What are you talking about? You are my mate. I want this to be official.
