“You’re huge.”
Every time he laughed, I felt as if being with him was completely normal. Right now, doing this, being with him and the heated passion was exactly what I needed.
And what I craved.
He pulled almost all the way out, driving into me again. Soon, I was bucking against him, meeting every brutal thrust. And loving every minute of the explosive sensations tearing through me.
There was so much tension, so much friction but the emotional swing was almost as powerful as the pleasure.
Sinclair cracked his hand against my bottom several additional times and I was shocked how the pain rolled into sheer rapture. How was that even possible?
Every sound he made pulled me into a sweet vacuum and kept me there.
Every brush of his hand was cathartic. Taking me. Claiming me.
Owning me.
Within seconds I could feel a shift in his actions even as my moans became feral, matching the savagery of what he was doing. The heat continued to explode, the wash of perspiration tickling my skin.
He pounded into me like a crazed lion, taking everything he wanted, refusing to release me until I surrendered to him fully and completely.
When I hung my head, clutching the cushions while trying desperately to catch my breath, I sensed he was ready to release. With a smile in my face, I squeezed my muscles, rewarded with his heavy breath cascading across my back, and another series of savage smacks on my bottom.
His body jerked as he finally released, erupting deep inside.
His last sound was an intense roar that floated all around me much like the bright stars were doing in my vision. The warm pulse of his cock continued and I could swear his shaft was swelling, stretching my muscles even more.
He finally slumped over me, pressing the full weight of his body against mine. When he intertwined our fingers, crunching them together, I realized I’d never felt so close to anyone before.
Wrong or right, I didn’t want this to end.
We remained locked together for several minutes until we both resumed normal breathing. Only then did he pull away while I remained where I was, the warmth of the couch comforting. Yet with every passing second, the tension began to rise. He wasn’t known for excessive talking, but I could sense he was waiting for me to begin a conversation.
When the weight shifted, I realized he’d risen from the couch, and I wasn’t certain whether to be relieved or to call him back.
I realized by the rustling sounds he’d at least partially dressed while I couldn’t move a muscle. Clinking was followed by a slight thud on the table. Turning my head slowly, I realized he’d refilled my wine and his drink. But he walked away again, even leaving the room.
Curious, I finally lifted my head. Where had he gone?
Indiana thumped his tail, studying me intently. In his big brown eyes, I could sense he was offering me encouragement. Telling anyone the truth about who I was would always be risky. Telling him felt as if I’d be giving myself a life sentence.
I had no idea what to expect, but my fractured mind was already thinking the worst. That Sinclair was bringing chains or ropes to punish me for lying to him. Maybe a whip for another harsh spanking. When he returned with a cloth in his hand, the first thought was he was going to drug me, maybe to dump my body in some ditch or the bayou.
Never to be found.
He had a puzzled look on his face as he approached, easing down beside me. I stiffened as soon as he lowered his hand holding the cloth.
“Do you really think I’m going to hurt you, Josette? Or even worse?” He didn’t wait for my answer before rubbing my bottom. It took me a few seconds to realize the cloth was warm and wet and he was wiping me with gentle strokes.
Cleaning me.
Who did that?
Not a man like him.
“I don’t know. I just…” My words were as awkward as I felt.
He was undaunted by my skittishness, taking his time wiping away remnants of our passion. The warmth felt good on my skin, but it was the tender act that floored me.
