I shook my head as he wiped away a fallen tear with his thumb. “How?” I whispered.
“Tell me there was nothing between us,” he began, and I gulped softly. “Tell me it was all in my head and that you want nothing to do with me, and I’ll leave.”
I didn’t utter a single word. Beckham breathed me in as his other hand came up to my face, and I leaned farther into his touch. My own breathing felt labored as it took everything in me not to melt into his embrace.
“Or you can tell me you love me. It’s that simple.”
I sniffled. “You know it’s not that simple,” I whispered as my heart clenched. It would never be that simple or easy.
“It can be, Flower… you deserve to be loved. You deserved to be desired, cherished, adored. If you don’t think we’d work out… if you’re afraid of leaving Gavin, I understand. If you don’t think I’m capable of loving you… I understand that, too. But I wouldn’t be able to show you how much I do unless you let me try.”
“There has always been something between us, Beckham. I’m just confused…”
His thumbs continued to caress my cheeks, urging me to keep my thoughts going even though I felt like a complete mess. “I cheated on my husband and fell in love with you. Does that not make me a bad person? The love I had for him? Gone. All of those years… wasted. I ruined my marriage. I don’t deserve to be happy,” I muttered with a shake of my head.
His hands tightened against my face. “Rosenna, look at me. You deserve every bit of happiness this world has to offer, that I want to give to you. You didn’t ruin your marriage, not if it was broken already. You’ve seen me cherish you. You’ve experienced me worshipping you. You know you deserve the world… and you know he doesn’t deserve you.”
“And how do I know this isn’t just another one of my mistakes? How do I know what we have is real?” I whispered, but he didn’t seem to have the words to satisfy my worries.
His hand left my face after a moment, and I was left feeling cold at the loss of his touch.
However, I found myself growing hot as his hand circled my waist as he walked to stand behind me. As he wrapped his other hand around me, I shuddered as he leaned into my ear. My face burned red as he took in my scent, showing how much he yearned to have me in his hold once again.
“Look around and tell me again if you believe what we have isn’t real.”
I swallowed hard, the intensity of his presence overwhelming my senses yet again. Slowly, I let my eyes roam the room once more, taking in every detail and element. The paintings, the sculptures, the roses hanging from the ceiling—each piece was a testament to his devotion. Every brushstroke and curve of the sculptures spoke of his love, obsession, and need to possess me completely.
Feeling him place a small kiss on my neck, my knees grew weak at the effect he had on me. In response, he held me closer, probably in fear that I might slip from his hands once again.
“Look at the portraits, Flower… Look at the detail in each stroke, the precision to understand your mind and body…”
I found myself paying less attention to the room and more attention to his hands that ran up and down my waist softly.
“Look at how I’vecapturedyou, Rosenna,” he whispered in my ear, and I couldn’t help but think of the multiple meanings of his words.
Not only has he captured me in his art, but he’s captured my heart. He’s captured my body, and as his hand traveled up my chest and finds my neck, I realize he had captured me entirely. As he leaned my head back, my neck at the mercy of his hand, I saw the love, I saw the passion, and I saw the possessiveness in his eyes. And I know I couldn’t fight him. I know I couldn’t pull away. Because I belonged to him…
In an instant, his lips found mine, and immediately, my hands went into his hair as I pulled him even closer, if that was possible. Our tongues battled for dominance as we practically devoured one another, though I didn’t care. He was the air I breathed. I didn’t want to realize it, but I knew it was true.
He maneuvered us so that he could pick me up, my arms and legs wrapping around him. Our lips stayed connected, almost as if we would burn if they were separated. He stepped away from the exhibit with me in his arms, and soon, I find myself lying back on the couch in my office, not realizing when he’d walked us over here.
Biting my lip as he pulled away, I let out a small gasp as he gripped my hair in his hand, jerking me close to him. His eyes gazed at me hungrily, and I found myself submitting effortlessly in his hold.
“You’re mine, Flower,” he growled.
A needy moan escaped my throat as I nodded helplessly. “I’m yours, Beckham.”
Sadistic smile widening as he grew pleased with my submission, he pulled off his shirt before tossing it to the corner of the room.
Running my hands over his defined chest as my body wanted to be closer to him, I watched him unbutton my pants before he pulled them off along with my heels. As he pushed my lace panties to the side, I could only throw my head back with a whine as my hips moved with their own mind.
Soon, however, he gripped my thighs in both of his hands before pulling me closer to his mouth as another gasp escaped me. It caught in my throat as his tongue found my clit as he hungrily devoured me.
I immediately grabbed at his hair to slow him, though it was pointless as my orgasm built over the top in a matter of seconds, and I came as my legs quivered in his hold.
Once he’d had his fill, lapping up my cunt like he’d never tasted anything better, my mind went limp as he pushed his cock into me, holding me still against the couch as he pumped into me.
Grabbing at his wrists that held my waist firm, my heart fluttered as I looked up to see him already gazing down at me. Although I probably looked an absolute mess as he practically fucked my brains out, he was still looking at me like I washis. Like there was nothing else in the world but the two of us.
