“Rhys!”I cry, nearly catapulting off the ottoman when he slips his hand between us to play with my clit.My entire body clenches, pleasure washing over me in waves.
“Stop fighting it, songbird.”
I push him away and pull him closer at the same time, trying to deny the truth.I am fighting it.I don’t want this to end.
“Stop fighting it, goddammit,” he growls, grinding his thumb against my clit.“Stop fighting me and give me what I want.”
I sob his name…and give in.My muscles clamp down on him, fluttering as the orgasm takes me.I shout his name, wailing it into the room.The orgasm hits me like a wall.I forget to breathe, forget my own name as it rips me apart, vicious in its intensity.
Rhys roars my name and goes wild above me.He slams into me without rhythm.Once.Twice.A third time.And then he stills.A long, low groan ripples through the room as he shudders, and then he’s coming too.He spills into me in hot splashes, filling me full of him.
* * *
“This is nice,” I whisper, cuddling up against his chest in the whirlpool bathtub an hour later.He carried me in here as soon as he could move, insisting I soak.He said it’d help.I think he’s worried he was too rough with me.He wasn’t.I don’t regret a second of what we did.
“Yeah?”he asks, trailing his fingers down my back.
“Mmhmm.No one has ever bathed me before.”
“I certainly fucking hope not.”
I laugh quietly.I love this jealous, possessive side of Rhys.Maybe I shouldn’t encourage it, but I love knowing that he doesn’t want to share me.I love knowing that he hates the thought of me with anyone else.Thinking about him with other women used to drive me crazy.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Anything,” he says immediately.
“You said it’s been years since you were with anyone,” I say hesitantly.“How many years?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh.”I pause.“More than three?”
His hand stills on my back.
My stomach churns.
“Never mind,” I whisper, suddenly not so sure I want to hear his answer.“Let’s just pretend I didn’t ask that question.It’s none of my business.”
“Raven, look at me.”
I stare at the bubbles instead.I shouldn’t have asked.Of course, he’s been with other women since he met me.Why wouldn’t he be?We weren’t together.He wasn’t mine.
Liar,my mind whispers.
It’s not wrong.I hate the thought of him with someone else.I hate that he could be with someone else while claiming that I was his.
He curses beneath his breath and then hooks his finger under my chin, gently forcing me to look at him.I try to resist, but he’s implacable.He’s a big bully is what he is.
“What?”I say, glaring at him.
“I haven’t even thought about touching another woman since the day I met you,” he says, holding my gaze.“My goddamn dick hadn’t taken much interest in anything for years until you.Then I got one look at you, and he decided it was you or nothing, Raven.”
“Oh.”I swallow hard.
“Even knowing I couldn’t have you, I was faithful to you.”
“Rhys,” I whisper, feeling about two inches tall.Smaller.
