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“My mother died”, giving a half-smile as she made a small sound of sympathy, his voice growing harder. “Don’t be sorry Sara. She was never going to win any mother-of-the-year awards” Silently, Sara knew exactly what he meant, the memory of her mother’s plan to see her become pregnant sending a bolt of anger through her once more. “When I was fifteen my mother told me that she had left some food in the cupboard and that a friend of hers would come by to give me a job as a general labourer. Then, new boyfriend in hand she left. I never saw her alive again”
“She abandoned you!” Her horrified cry saw him give a smile “It is my experience that women prefer to enjoy themselves than put their children first”, his tone full of a cold anger, a part of Sara softening to him. “Maybe you have just been hanging out with the wrong women”, she murmured softly as he looked over at her. “I very quickly found that I was better off without her. Didn’t have to worry about the never-ending procession of ‘uncles’ she kept bringing home. She cared more about being single than looking after me...and I see it all the time”, his tone again hard. “No... Given a choice a woman will always put her own needs first. Even you Sara, you agreed to my demands because you know that the fallout of your brother-in-law’s actions and your sister in custody would make you and your family social outcasts”, a small sound of disgust leaving him.
Sara bit down the retort that sprang to her lips, instead taking another sip of the delicious wine, finding it hard to swallow the liquid at the unjustness of his words. She kept silent, holding down the truth. There were some things that he definitely did not need to know, because if he did he would use them against her and he already had enough power. For several moments the two sat in silence, both lost in their own thoughts before he stood.
“Wow...didn’t realise it was so late” Sara’s eyes flicked to the clock which read eleven, frowning that three hours had passed so quickly. “I have an early morning meeting...so time for bed” As he stood his hand reached for hers. “I...I am not really tired right now”, she muttered nervously, “If you don’t mind I will find a book and read...”
He smiled, a predatory sexy smile, his head shaking. “I don’t remember saying I was tired either. There are other things you can do in bed”, once more finding himself fascinated by the way she flushed, her hand trembling in his. “I...I see”, her only comment as she allowed him to lead her back up to their room. Stood by the side of the bed she had been unsure as he smiled, moving into the bathroom first.
Sara dropped onto the softness, a small groan leaving her. During her mammoth shopping trip, she had not even considered what she would wear at night, the realisation hitting her that she had nothing, her heart pounding furiously within her breast. She slipped into the large walk-in closet, quickly finding a t-shirt of his, her teeth savaging her lip as she returned to the room, just as he emerged from the bathroom, his eyes looking pointedly at the clothing she held tightly in her hands.
“We forgot to buy any nightclothes...and I...I can’t sleep without something...would you mind if I borrowed this?” Darius shrugged softly. “If it makes you more comfortable...I prefer not to wear anything myself” This thought had seen the very blood within her veins bubble furiously as she slid past him into the bathroom herself. “T...thank you”, her voice full of relief.
Minutes later she returned wearing the t-shirt which fell to her knees. Darius sat on the small couch, wearing similar silk bed pants as the previous evening, checking emails on his phone. Raising his head, his look was filled with heat as his eyes slid over her
“Wow...how is it possible for you to look so sexy in everything?” his words full of appreciation as he stood moving towards her.
She gulped, swallowing the nervous lump which rose to her throat. He was stunning. Her eyes again drank in his bronzed broad shoulders, his muscled torso leading down to his slim waist and hips, unable to avert her eyes, mortified to see the knowing smile which rose to his lips. Reaching out, his hand lifted her chin, angling her head to look up at him. She held back the groan seeing how far her eyes had to travel to meet his, his eyes sweeping down over her face lingering on her lips, his expression sensual. To her shame she had been unable to prevent the way her body swayed against him, his mouth smiling approvingly as his arm slid around her waist. His mouth dropped to cover hers, the kiss more of a caress of his lips against her, Sara tasting his hot breath; the desire swamping her to rise up and deepen the kiss.
Sara was filled with self-disgust as her body shuddered, her arms flying around his neck. “I find you disgusting and immoral”, she whispered, Darius’ seductive return half-laugh sending tremors through her. “No more than I do you”, he replied, before his arm hauled her in harder, his mouth grinding down on hers, her response lost as she kissed him back.
With a low resonating growl deep in the back of his throat one of his hands gripped his t-shirt which she wore pulling it over her head in one smooth motion, Sara giving a small sigh as their warm flesh once more connected. His arousal dug into her belly as he lifted her from her feet, Sara wrapping her legs around his waist, the hardness of him stroking her erotically as they moved, her fingers raking through his thick glossy hair as Darius strode forward towards the bed.
Together they spilled onto the soft mattress, a confusion of limbs, their bodies writhing against the other. “You are so beautiful Sara”, his words enflaming her already heightened need for him as she gave a shuddering sigh, her fingers sliding down his sides to slip under the silk bed pants. His long groan empowered her, Sara grasped the silky material pushing it as far as she was able, the musky scent of him immediately bombarding her senses.
Grasping him within her hand, Darius shifted to allow her to hold him, his hips moving against her hold on him a ragged tortured moan leaving him as he took her wrists. “Stop...stop Sara”, his voice uneven as he pulled her arms above her head, his mouth reclaiming hers, the kiss demanding. His lips moved down to her tightened nipple, the dusty pink bud sending searing hot sensations of need to pool between her legs. A long moan left her as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin before nipping it with his teeth, her exhale of breath causing him to chuckle, the sound reverberating against her body only adding more intensity to his actions.
All the while his hands caressed her skin, sliding along her stomach to rest between her legs, Sara writhing against his hand, remembering the previous night and the pleasure his fingers brought. Groaning, she tried to pull her hands free, his tightening around her wrists to keep them above her head, another laugh leaving his lips as she squirmed helplessly.
“Tell me you want this”, his sensual voice fanned the already tightened nipples, Sara groaned as a tremor forced its way through her. She wanted to tell him to go to hell, not to give him what he wanted, but his tongue once more sliding against the puckered bud made her gasp, the word “Yes” torn from her lips.
Two fingers instantly slid deep within her, a long groan leaving her as she opened her eyes, finding his looking intently at her. Swallowing, she stared back at him, her look full of need as he caressed her, stroking so deep within her pulsating body Sara biting on her lower lip to keep from begging him to make love to her, not having to as the sentiment was written so strongly on her features.
As her eyes slowly started to close once more, Sara again felt the waves rise, felt the heat swirling around her stomach before her head was thrown back, her mouth crying out as the heat exploded, travelling to every part of her body, her head growing hazy as pure sexual pleasure pervaded every part of her, not aware as she bucked against his hand, begging for him to stop; the intensity almost painful.
Stilling, she laid spent, every limb filled with a languorous heavy contentment. Darius, sliding back up, reclaimed her mouth, finally releasing her wrists, Sara unable to move them as he kissed her so softly, so tenderly. For some unknown reason, she wanted to cry, the feelings swirling within her so wonderful, so peaceful, she was shocked and confused by them. Finally, she had been able to move, her still shaking arms moving around his neck. Pulled back he stared down into her eyes, eyes still full of surprise and warmth.
“You really are beautiful Sara”, his soft words only added to the thrashing emotions swirling alarmingly within her, the small tear which wound its way down her cheek caught on his tongue as he licked her, a shudder running through her at this small touch. “I...I never knew it could be like this”, she whispered, Darius smiling gently. “It isn’t always”, he admitted softly, as her eyes flew to his, neither willing to examine the reason why their reaction to the other was so intense.
Once more his mouth covered hers, his tongue sliding along the soft underside of her tongue, Sara surprised at the way her body instantly was shocked into awareness. Her hand caressed his cheeks as she kissed him back. “It is going to be a very long night Sara”, he whispered against her mouth as she once more felt herself sink back into him, her head nodding in agreement.
