“What the hell are you wearing? Do you see how bare you back is?”
“WHO CARES ANYMORE? Go back to where you came from and LEAVE ME ALONE,” I screeched at him while trying to free my arm away from his titanium like hold.
“No”
“What do you mean ‘no’? Go back to that wretched woman in the picture. Go f**k each other’s brains out until you both can’t walk anymore. I. Don’t. Care!”
“What did you do with that man, Sienna?” I stared him down, not willing to answer his question. “Fucking answer me!” I kept still. I’m not going to. That picture and message he sent tonight wrecked havoc in my thoughts. Images of him kissing her and touching her body the way he did mine—caused my stomach to freefall.
I’m too drunk to be doing this.
I’m so drained from all the drama that’s causing my life—my sanity teetering at the edge of a cliff.
When I tried to pull my hand away this time, he let me go. I sprinted to my room and sat on the bed, slightly shaken.
Why did he have to show up here? To continue this farce after he slept with someone else? My lips wobbled. I bit it—hard—until I tasted blood.
I felt him watch me from the doorway. He was at the foot of my bed in a few strides, lowered himself and sat on his heel and placed his hands on my knees.
I shivered.
“Please—” he whispered, voice heavy—anguished. With one word, all of my erected barriers fell apart.
“Explain that message”
If it was another man, I would’ve just shut the door on his face. He never fails to get under my skin, past my defense. He knocks them down until I’m barefaced and unmasked.
“That was immature—I admit that. It was wrong of me to inflict the kind of pain your association with your ex is causing. But thoughts of you with him didn’t stop—when I heard his voice in the background—it pulled the trigger. I was livid, delirious—unhinged with anger. I slept with Amelia few months ago—” my heart literally stopped beating.
Oh, no. Don’t do this to me. I tried to move, but he was like steel—holding me in place. I’m stuck facing him.
“I have never touched another woman after you became mine—I swear on my dead parents. I would never—ever—do that to you. You make me so happy—I get paranoid thinking that I would lose you to someone else—it’s terrifying. Forgive my offenses—my weaknesses—my failings—my flaws. I only ever want is to be with you.”
I jerked his arm and lightly shook him. “Promise me—you won’t hurt me that way again—I don’t think I can get past and forgive you if you do.” He got up and sat next to me and pulled me in his lap cradling my body.
“I give you my word—I promise it won’t happen again. Today’s been hell and I couldn’t go through it anymore if I didn’t see you. I immediately left the event an hour after I got there and flew straight to you. I’m glad that I did. I’m sorry, poppet…” I placed my hands on the back of his skull and pulled his lips to mine.
The boiling fevered kisses that I yearned for so many days turned into reality—and boy, aren’t they even better. I’ve never hungered for any other man like this. His kisses lights me on fire. My body can’t get enough of him. I shifted straddling his hips and rubbed myself on him as our kisses became violent and uncontrollable.
Blake…show me…need me…love me… my thoughts spun as we groaned together as he grounded my hips tighter to his.
The body was freefalling into the abyss as his hands became urgent. I drastically wrenched my hands from the back of his head and tugged the ends of my fitted bandage top.
“…I want….more…” I don’t know what I meant by that, my emotions are all over the place. Since when did I want more?
We took off our clothes in such a drastic haste until we were skin to skin. Every touch made me weaken. He circled my waist and lowered me on the sheets, his body covering mine. The room was dark but the streaks of light through the windows beamed enough to clearly see his face.
Our faces were inches apart as we stared at each other. By the way we were looking at each other—one can tell there’s more going on here. But I couldn’t speak. I was afraid of what will come out of my mouth—and I don’t think I’m ready to commit myself this quickly—but at the same time—I can’t seem to control how I react to him.
I can’t fall for him—it will end me. But you did and you do already, stop denying it. My thoughts rammed into realization.
I love him and I didn’t even know I was falling in love.
His impassioned eyes zeroed on mine.
Fuck! Don’t let him see it. Please.
“Sienna…” Blake said in a husky voice. But what bothered me was how he said my name. It was loaded with meaning.
He kissed me slowly and passionately. Gone was the man who wanted me with wild abandon. Gone was the man who roughly handled me like a savage animal that couldn’t survive if he didn’t get inside me any sooner. The man tonight was soft and gentle. His fevered kisses remained intense but it was tender, unguarded. He kissed my body with thorough tenderness and when his tongue touched my slick folds—his eyes never left my face as I came apart in his mouth. He took his time as he kissed my stomach and slowly made his way to my br**sts—fondling—sucking and biting.
With his body ensconced over mine, he kissed with pure yearning and honesty. My mind shut down and I let my body speak to him as I linked my arms around his neck, my legs hooking behind his back, drawing his body closer.
He broke of the kiss. Our eyes fixated on each other. His eyes drew me in and I couldn’t look away as I felt his c**k gently hovered on my opening. His eyes never left mine as he coaxed his c**k gently inside me. He watched me gasped as he filled me in to the hilt—kissing me tenderly as he slips in and out of me with unhurried focus.
He’s making love to me. My eyes burned as I got choked up with emotions.
Blake…I love you… I whispered in my head…
I was kissing him lovingly—baring my soul to him. My hands held his ass cheeks, my nails digging into his skin. He went deeper and I moaned against lips. His pace started to increase as I lifted my hips, meeting his thrusts. He pulled away from my kisses as his eyes bore on me—watching my frenzied response to him as he took my body to another level of ecstasy.
I was panting and running out of breath. I felt my stomach tightening and clenching, readying for an orgasm. His body started to tense as he paced himself swiftly. His head found my neck and bit it. I yelled out his name as my orgasm rocked my body out of its foundation. His heavy breathing—hot on my ear—as his hands gripped my hips—grounding my hips to place as his body demanded its own release. He said my name with a guttural growl deep in his throat as his body tensely tightened. I felt his c**k twitch— and the gush of his se**n filled me.