James was silent as he stared past her shoulder.
“You don’t think this is over?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know what to believe. I’ve had this feeling for some time.”
“What kind of feeling?”
“That something bad is going to happen. There is something we’ve overlooked.”
“What does Dane have to do with it?” she asked.
Closing his eyes, he thought of the big guy around Prudence. She was so sweet. He couldn’t handle the thought of another man touching her.
“He worked for Dominic Green. A year ago he made a deal to help the FBI with their investigation, but as a requirement they released him into Lucas and Sean’s custody or to stay at Possession.”
“He’s dangerous?”
“Yes, he’s killed people. I don’t want him around you.” James took her hands kissing her knuckles. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”
She smiled at him. “You’d do everything in your power to find me. I know you, Sir. You wouldn’t let anyone take what is yours.”
James pulled her close resting her head against his chest. The thought of losing her was top in his mind. He wouldn’t let it happen. She meant everything to him.
“The good news of today is Veronica gave us her blessing. She didn’t seem bothered with me being with you. I was worried in case you and she still had something going.”
James held her, closing his eyes.
“I never slept with your sister,” James said, staring at the opposite wall. Prudence tried to lift her head. “No, I want to hold you.”
“But? What? I don’t understand. You were both dating, and that is what usually happens between couples who are dating.”
“I’ve never taken your sister to my bed or trained her as my sub. I thought she was the one, but I now know differently. You’re the one, Prudence. Always have been and always will be.”
He stroked her hair loving the way the strands glided through his fingers. “I thought you should know.”
“I’m so pleased you told me. I thought you’d been together, and it didn’t bother me. Knowing you didn’t sleep together is a huge relief.”
James loosened his hold for her to look at him. He stared down into her blue eyes and was swept by how much he loved her. Rubbing a thumb over her lip, he leaned down and claimed her lips. Her moans filled his mind making him want her more.
Her eyes were closed as he pulled away. “Do you want to take me into your playroom?” she asked.
“No. I want to keep you in my bed and make love to you for the rest of the night.”
Chapter Nineteen
Prue opened her eyes and saw the intense way he was looking at her. His eyes were almost black, and the intent in his eyes was crystal clear to her. One of his hands slid down her body going past her breast to the edge of the night shirt she wore. She was wearing one of James’s old shirts. The scent of him surrounded her, which comforted her in the middle of the night.
“What are you doing?” she asked. He lifted the shirt she wore up and over her head.
“I’m going to get you naked, and then I’m going to make love to every square inch of this body.”
She climbed onto the bed waiting for him to join her. Her gaze roamed over him as he removed his clothing. His body was hard and muscled with not an ounce of fat on him.
“You better be ready for me,” he said.
“I’m always ready for you, Sir. Always.”
He knelt on the end of the bed and began crawling up the bed putting an arm on either side of her body as he made his way to her. She lay back feeling one of his hands caressing the side of her body down to her thigh.
“You’re incredibly beautiful,” he said.
His compliments made her smile. There was no mistaking his loving gaze as he swept the length of her body.
“I want you so much.”
Prue wrapped her arms around his neck, reeling him in. “Then take it.”
James slammed his lips down on her as he roughly pulled her legs apart. She cried out when he plunged two fingers inside her pu**y. Prue felt him opening his fingers inside her, preparing her pu**y to take his large shaft.
She cried out as a third finger was added.
“You’re so tight and hot. You want my c**k don’t you, Prue?”
“Yes, I want you to f**k me. To claim me and make me yours.”
James growled, and the sound vibrated through her body. “I can’t wait. I need you now.”
His fingers were gone, and then the head of his c**k pressed to her entrance. “I want you to look at me. I need to see your eyes when I come inside you.”
Prue stared into his dark depths. Her heart pounded inside her chest. The love she felt for him consumed her with its ferocity.
“I love you, James,” she said.
“You’re my everything, Prudence. I’m so in love with you that I can’t even think straight.” He thrust inside her up to the hilt.
She clawed at his back, the passion she felt overtaking everything she knew. “I love you,” she said, screaming his name.
Her heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest. He loved her.
She pushed up to meet him taking everything he had to offer and more. James sank his fingers into the strands of her hair, ravishing her lips as he f**ked her pu**y. His other hand cupped her thigh in his palm and lifted her leg over his waist.
“So f**king tight,” he said, thrusting into her in between each word.
“Harder.” She scored his back with her nails. James turned suddenly bringing her over him.
“Your turn to ride me.” He cupped her tits in his palm, thumbing her ni**les. Prue stared down at him, lifting her body off his c**k and then slamming back down. They both cried out.
“I want to watch you take my cock.” His gaze lingered between her thighs. She made sure to lift her body up off him without hindering his view. “You’re so wet.” She eased down his length, taking her time and letting him see every inch of him disappearing inside her.
He slapped her ass making her yelp. The burn of his punishment made her thrust down on him with such force that it made her br**sts bounce.
James slapped her ass again and again until she was riding him in a hard and fast pace. Sweat covered both of their bodies. The heat was building between them. She watched him lick his two fingers and then begin to tease her clit. The position she was in left her wide open for his touch. She whimpered feeling her body crashing through her orgasm from the few strokes of his fingers.