His thumb strummed my clit and I cried out. He toyed mercilessly with the swollen bud, didn’t stop until I was mindless. Until sating this insane need was all I could think of.
Repositioning myself back on top of him, I speared my fingers through his hair and dragged his gaze to mine. His face, powerfully lust ravaged, was the most perfect image I’d ever seen. ‘I want you inside me. Now.’
He raised his hips off the floor just enough to yank down his jogging bottoms. The moment his erection was freed, I braced myself on my knees, spread my thighs wide. Jensen gripped his cock, his other hand clutching my hip, and with his eyes rapt on my face, absorbing my every action, I lowered myself onto him.
‘Min elskede. You feel so good,’ he groaned.
The gruffness in his voice made me wonder if I’d misheard the word, but I didn’t care. He was inside me. I was mindless with bliss, free from memories and pain. The lack of a condom’s barrier was equally thrilling, adding a layer of intimacy I’d never imagined. It was probably that, and not the lightened weight in my heart. Or the hushed voice at the back of my head suggesting I wasn’t quite as hopeless, quite as deplorable, that I might be worth something if this formidable creature possessing me believed so...which brought tears to the act. Which made me want to burrow inside this bubble and never emerge.
Whatever it was, it culminated in soul-searing pleasure that made me scream with the sacredness of it. My orgasm went on for ever, my whole body shaking, my heart hammering as fresh tears formed behind my eyelids.
I wrapped myself around him, rejoiced in his shout of release and the power of him pulsing inside me. We shuddered uncontrollably in the aftermath, clinging to each other, our breaths ragged as we slowly came down from the highest high. His hands trailed down my back, over my hips and thighs until our breaths returned to normal.
‘I’d like to shower with you. And then I’d very much like to feed you. May I?’ Jensen asked, his breath brushing my ear.
Normality. Or a semblance of it.
I wanted to kiss him for not making a big thing out of this. Instead, I nodded. ‘Your mistress would like that very much.’
I felt his smile against my jaw as he adjusted me in his arms, then lithely rose from the floor without dislodging me.
God, that was sexy.
I managed a smile as he raced us up the stairs.
We were both wrung out, didn’t speak as we entered the large shower stall. Jensen washed me from head to toe, his hands firm, adoring. When he was done, he sank down to his knees, silently offered the shower gel to me.
I returned the favour, lingering longest in his glorious hair before washing his sculpted, mouth-watering body. After dressing, we returned downstairs, where I was confronted with my images. For a panicked moment I wanted to order him to take down the pictures. I could tell he was bracing himself for it. The words never came. I’d revealed the worst of my secrets to him. What was a picture or six?
When he realised I was going to leave them be, a smile broke out on his face. A smile that made my heart bang hard again. Dear God, I was in danger of expiring from heart failure if this continued.
And it couldn’t really continue...
As we ate breakfast mostly in silence, that thought solidified. After what he’d been through, Jensen needed someone unbroken. Someone not quite so...flawed. Twisted and riddled with dysfunction. Someone who didn’t live in torment or trail bitterness and disappointment behind her.
So in a way, I accepted fate’s decision when the unfamiliar sound disturbed the silence. We both started, Jensen’s gaze narrowing as it swung upward to where the sound emitted from the bedroom. ‘It’s your phone,’ he said, his voice dark and subdued.
My satellite phone. My route out of here.
I hadn’t used it for days, not even to check in with my staff because I’d been wholly enraptured and encapsulated in this delusional bubble we’d created for ourselves. But now, my life was stridently calling. I ignored the ashen taste in my mouth at the thought of leaving, stood and went up the stairs to retrieve it.
‘Hello?’
‘Miss Mortimer? It’s your pilot. I’ve been given the all-clear to fly. The forecast predicts another storm later today, so this is our only window.’
I heard a noise behind me and turned around.
Jensen stood in the doorway, his piercing gaze pinned on me. For a long stretch, we both remained frozen.
‘Miss Mortimer? Would you like me to pick you up?’
My gaze darted wildly around the bedroom, the place I’d experienced fulfilment such as I’d never known. When I glanced back at him, Jensen was striding forwards, his jaw set, but appeal in his eyes. It wasn’t a request I could grant. Not without disappointing him eventually, hurting us both.
‘Yes. Please come and get me. Hold on a second.’ I held the phone out to Jensen. ‘Can you tell my pilot how to find me, please?’
He took the phone from me, but didn’t raise it to his ear. ‘I thought we were going to talk about this?’ he hissed. ‘Make other plans—’
I shook my head. ‘No, we weren’t. The storm was going to let up eventually. And I was going to leave. You know that.’
‘Graciela,’ he gritted out, stormy shadows moving over his face. ‘This isn’t done. Stay.’
Every cell in my body screamed with the need to say yes. I shook my head harder. ‘What’s that going to achieve? You’ve wrung me dry. Be content with that.’
‘Content? You think downstairs was about me being content?’
I stopped him before he could carry on, my gaze shifting to stare pointedly at the phone. ‘I’d rather not
