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‘He didn’t want to talk about his father,’ she barely murmured making her innocence become my strongest aphrodisiac. She had entered the wolves’ den, and she had no idea about it.
‘It looked to me like he didn’t want to talk at all.’ I arched one of my eyebrows, letting her know exactly what I was thinking.
And that seemed to be scaring her. ‘I should go back to my room.’
‘No, you shouldn’t.’ I didn’t give her the chance to walk away from me.
In my quest to defeat my demons, I kept the good part of my wicked nature. Not the one that rules my nightmares but the one that entices my senses, making them gloat in that astonishing satisfaction. And it was exactly that part of me that was coming out to play. ‘Come here, Bea.’ I was calling her to join me next to the fireplace while my gaze seemed to have lost itself in the magic dance of the flames.
I could hear her slowly walking towards me, making my own heartbeat sound like a drum in my ear. I was impatient to have her, and I guess at an unconscious level I needed to prove myself to her. I was a man after all and even if Cole wasn’t competition, we still had something to compete about.
Bea stopped beside me, glancing into the flames and trying to discover the magic I was seeing.
It was like one of my unspoken requests was materializing and she was standing just where I wanted her.
With a light touch, I began trailing her lower back while I moved to advance behind her. I wanted to have her against the flames, for her to feel their heat as I would dive deep inside her.
I felt feral again, like all basic instincts were coming to life, sniffing the flowery scent of her hair like it was made with special pheromones to drive me wild. Maybe it was because I could still smell Cole on her and that was inciting a mix of jealousy and anguishing need.
I couldn’t hold back a grown as my lips glided on the back of her neck. She was temptation spiked with beautiful madness, drawing my hand to make a ponytail of her hair, pulling her head so far back that it lay resting on my shoulder. I wanted her arched, tensed, and eager.
‘I’m not sure what to make of what I just witnessed. But I am sure I need a closer look.’ I slipped my hand between her thighs, cupping her already-drenched pussy in my palm and squeezing it so tight that I could hear a quiver escaping her lips.
‘What are you doing?’ she asked, almost afraid of what was to follow.
Despite the fact I didn’t want her to fear me, she did need to be afraid in those seconds because the pleasures I was about to subject her body to would be uncontrollable.
‘What does it look like I’m doing?’ I cuffed her harder until her knees seemed to be melting and the curve of her posterior was resting upon my length. ‘What does it look like I’m doing, Bea?’ I asked again, wanting to hear an answer from her.
‘You want revenge?’ I couldn’t believe that’s what she thought.
Indeed, I wanted something, but it wasn’t revenge.
‘I don’t want revenge.’ I decided to let her know as I was hauling her dress over her thighs, making sure her panties hit the floor. ‘I just want you to purr for me as you did for Cole.’ I was the one purring as I entered her. ‘Think you could do that?’ I pushed myself further, aiming for the pit of her stomach. Still, I only allowed her to have me there for a second, so she would acknowledge the distress of being without me.
And then I did it again, forcing her lungs to shudder with the most delicious moan I had ever heard. And then again, unable to stop myself from inducing such mesmerizing thrills into her body, so feral that her legs could no longer support her and she was trying to rest against the fireplace.
I couldn’t have that. Our passion was too intense for her to deserve a break. So, while her palms tried to grab the chimney breast for balance, I drew her ponytail further on the back until her eyes came to drown on mine.
To soothe the small hints of pain the discomfort was creating, I joined my lips with hers, moving my tongue with the same strength as my length thrusting inside of her. She was breaking in front of me into the most beautiful shards, piling at my feet just so I could pick them up again.
Somewhere between my movements, my hand lost its grip and her plump lips abandoned mine so she could gaze back at the dancing flames. That connection between the mystifying flickers of light and the perfection of her body was making our union much more real.
I needed to feel more of her tantalizing forms, to have as much of her as I could.
Between our delirious movements, one of my hands reached for her breasts, setting them free to face the heat of the flames. My fingers clenched on the appetizing shape with such a wicked passion that a whine reverberated against my chest. I tried not to let it distract me, but it felt next to impossible. I was approaching my ecstasy with rushed steps, driven even more fiercely by her own climax.
My hand wrapped itself in her hair again to prolong her honey-sweet agony, sneaking in another kiss to aid her to withstand me for a little longer.
I was pounding inside her like the wind through a ship’s vessel, irrevocably letting her know who is who.
She was finding ecstasy over and over again as I was raising the limit of her pleasure tolerance to the point where she couldn’t even stand. Only then did I allow myself to cum, announcing the devilish tingles in my body with raw growls meant to lose themselves between strands of her chocolate hair.
By the time I was done, the weight of her body was laying fully against mine as I had drained her of the last drop of energy she may have had left.
‘Did you faint on me back there?’ I found it amusing, yet at the same time gratifying my abilities.
‘I slipped.’
