Her stomach tipped as he laid her on the bed. His hands roughly pulled her pants and panties off all at once. She couldn’t see anything in the darkness, but it only amplified her other senses. The sound of his zipper and rustle of clothing melded with the pounding of rain on the tin roof. Thunder boomed, and a second later lightning streaked, illuminating Bently in shadows and heaven’s light. Those blue eyes glowed for a moment in time, locked on her, filled with a hurricane of emotions, with so much passion. She trembled in apprehension as he leaned in. Hands pressed her wrists to the mattress as hot lips met hers. He dove his tongue into her mouth, taking, ravaging, stirring any hesitation left into burning need.
He licked her neck, and then sucked hard.
“Bently,” she gasped.
His hands moved to her breasts, and he took his time to suck and tease her. His touch was rougher than last time, but still so perfect. His want bled into his every caress. His movements frantic and desperate.
His fingers dipped inside her wet pussy as he groaned. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
“Only you,” she panted.
Thunder rumbled, chills skating across her skin as his hot body lowered onto hers.
“I need you,” he grated.
“So, have me.” She reached out and stroked his hard cock as he pulsed and twitched in her hand.
He groaned. “Not going to last if you keep doing that.”
Lightning flashed, creating a snapshot of the pleasured agony of his face—brows drawn, eyes focused, teeth biting.
She lined him up at her entrance, both of them gasping in the same breath at the connection.
“Are you sure?” he asked with a pained breath.
Tears welled in her eyes, because even now, he was thinking of her. No matter how out of control he felt on the inside, he was still putting her first.
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. Fuck me, Bently.”
He plunged inside her. She sucked in a staggered breath. He rocked into her, hard and slow, as if savoring every second. Brutal and gentle. Reckless and inevitable. She squeezed her eyes shut in utter rapture.
The man felt like he was meant to be inside her, like this was the piece of her heart she’d been missing all her life. His hands held her ever so gently, exploring every inch of her body and sending shivers and gooseflesh erupting over her nakedness. She’d never felt as alive as she did right now. They were no longer two people, but one soul, connected in the most intimate of ways. His thrusts, hard and savage, claimed her, branded her with a delicious burn. The pressure built. Flames licked and teased with each bated breath they shared.
“You’re so fucking perfect. So sexy,” Bently whispered in her ear before kissing her, deep and long. Their bodies were lost in humanity’s most ancient dance. Tears spilled over her cheeks towards the bed as he reached between them and swirled her pulsing clit, making her cry out.
“Bently!”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Let me feel that pussy shudder.” His voice coaxed, pouring gasoline onto the raging inferno inside her. She came apart, and was put back together all at once. He pinched her nipple as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.
He gripped her hips and flipped her over. She lay flat on her belly as he plunged harder inside her. His fingers dug into her hips as he leaned down, brushing the scruff of his beard over the sensitive skin of her shoulders, kissing gently as he pounded harder and deeper.
“Fuck! Yes!” It was all she could say, over and over, as he grunted and drove her into oblivion again and again.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me, Angel. So fucking perfect. So beautiful.”
It was too much pleasure—she was drowning in it. Unable to draw breath, she surrendered, growing limp as she shattered again and again. He bit down hard on the back of her neck, sending a jolt of pain laced in surrendering lust shooting through her. He eclipsed her body and soul in euphoria.
Bently roared a moment later, emptying inside her, filling her with his release. He wrapped his arms tighter around her, staying close, holding on to what they shared just a little longer, like he too never wanted it to end. Nothing but the sound of their heavy breaths mingled with the steady beat of rain pelting the roof.
She was boneless and more satisfied than she’d ever thought possible. This man had given her one of the best gifts in the world. He’d shown her that she wasn’t broken. There wasn’t anything wrong with her—she’d just needed the right man in her life. A man whom she could trust. A man whom she loved.
“I love you,” she said, before she could filter the words in her sex-hazed brain.
Bently’s body stiffened before he slipped out of her and said, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Chapter 34
Bently
Alarm bells blared in Bently’s head. A heavy weight settled over his chest. He’d just majorly fucked up. Panic squeezed his rib cage. For the first time in his life, he’d had sex with a woman and it was so much more than just a physical release. He’d made love to Belle.
And everyone I love gets hurt because of me.
He couldn’t let that happen to her. He should have kicked her out as soon as she came to his door. But . . . he’d been too weak. What if whoever was harassing him turned their sights on to Belle? Fuck! Once again, he’d messed up. She’d never forgive him for this.
“What do you mean? I wanted this,” Belle said, sounding confused.
She had every right to be. He was a selfish bastard and he’d used her like he’d sworn not to. Taken what he couldn’t give back, just like the thief he was.
He’d never thought he’d be capable of loving a
