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‘Who owns you?’ he yells. ‘Who fucking owns you?’
‘You,’ I scream.
He shakes uncontrollably, and like a man possessed, he impales me on a pain-filled roar. I choke, my eyes flying open in shock, as he pants, withdrawing from me and re-entering on a deliberate, hard thrust. My mind begins to spin wildly. Then he’s sliding out again, stroking my internal walls deliciously, and drives back into me forcefully. I gasp, pushing my hips back on to him in acceptance as he yells in appreciation and repeats his powerful drive again.
I could sob, overwhelmed by my feelings. My emotions are taking over, my body vibrating in bliss. He’s unforgiving, punishing, but my body is welcoming him, craving him.
He slows down and circles meticulously, spreading my pleasure. The fullness is incredible, deep and satisfying. ‘Just remember one thing.’ He glides out smoothly and rolls back in slowly, and I whimper, desolate yet alive. ‘No other woman has ever made me this crazy with want.’ In one rapid action, he withdraws and strikes home, and I scream, my breath robbed by the brutal move. My hands slide across the wall, searching for anything to hold on to, but finding nothing. His pace increases, slamming into me, hitting me as deep as possible every time. Our bodies are wet, riddled with sweat, and clashing together frenziedly. ‘No other woman, Eleanor. It’s all about you.’
I’m about to splinter into a thousand pieces. My climax is charging forward ruthlessly, taking over my body, jumbling my mind further.
‘Are you there?’ he gasps, flexing his fingers and then drawing a long, deep breath.
‘Yes,’ I yell, sinking my teeth into my lip. Becker moans as he exhales, the sound of pure euphoria stretching on for an age.
‘Can you wait for me?’ he shouts, pounding harder still.
I cry out, clamping my muscles around his relentless cock to try and delay the orgasm from steaming forward.
‘Oh fuck, you’re clenching.’ He hits me hard with his hips and starts shouting mindless words.
I can’t hold off any more. I might lose my climax, and that will send me into psychosis. I can’t risk it. I need this. I need to scream, make my throat sore, make my body shake from the pleasure it’ll bring me. I burst, tossing my head back.
No other woman, Eleanor. It’s all about you.
My body pulses, waves of pleasure ripping through me, my muscles starting to relax from exhaustion and relief.
But then I think of something and I tense up.
‘Condom,’ I gasp, trying to move.
‘I’ll pull out,’ he barks, hammering on.
He’s still mindless with pleasure behind me, thrusting madly in search of his own release. Then it happens, that last exhale of air on a long moan, and true to his word, he slips out and rests his cock in the crease of my arse, slowly thrusting, his fingers flexing on my hips.
‘Oh God, help me,’ he breathes, twitching and jerking behind me. His release hits my bare back, coating me wide and high, the warmth symbolic of how I’m feeling inside.
He slows his thrusts until he comes to a stop and collapses against me, but I can’t stay upright any more. My legs are boneless. I fold to the floor, taking Becker with me, and he shifts just in time to cushion my landing, rolling to his back and pulling me on to his chest.
‘Naked cuddles,’ he murmurs. ‘I need a naked cuddle.’
Of course. He may never love me, but he needs me.
My eyes close and I drift off, exhausted, sated . . . and helplessly in love.Chapter 29I’m woken by a gentle nudge to my ribs, and I come to, spread over Becker’s chest, his wet skin still slipping with mine. ‘Your phone, princess,’ he mumbles sleepily. ‘Make it stop.’
I scramble from his body and crawl up the corridor a little, finding my phone where I dropped it earlier. I brush my wild hair out of my face, all fingers and thumbs, trying to turn it up the right way to see who’s calling me. ‘Oh shit.’ Lucy’s name glows on the screen, almost menacingly. I look at the time in the corner, seeing it’s nearly nine. I should have been at the King’s Head over half an hour ago. Shit, shit, shit. ‘Hello.’ My shoulders skim my earlobes as I answer, my face screwing up.
‘Are you okay?’ she blurts.
‘Yes,’ I squeak.
‘You sure? You sound . . . breathless.’
I actually am, an hour after being pummelled like a rag doll by Becker. And my heart’s still going like the clappers. I shuffle to my arse and sit up against the wall, stark naked . . . in the corridor of The Haven. ‘I’m fine.’ I drop my voice. ‘I need to talk to you.’
‘Well, yeah. Weren’t you on your way over an hour ago?’
‘Something came up.’
She coughs and splutters. ‘Something came up, or something went up?’
