Have mercy, he’d said.
But what about her? Where was the mercy for her, when she wanted him so very badly, and he was standing right in front of her?
“Close the door,” she whispered.
He could interpret that any way he pleased.
When she heard the soft click of the door closing behind her, and he hadn’t moved his hand from her arm, her heart launched into her throat.
She opened her eyes to see his fixed upon her, burning.
His hand still on her shoulder, he steered her slowly into the room until her back was against the wall. And he stood inches away from her, staring down into her face.
His eyes were almost angry. Mesmerized. Helpless. For a moment she was certain he half hated her.
In this moment of madness she didn’t care. In a way, she half hated him, too, for making her want him.
As long as he didn’t leave.
Her heart was slamming now.
She wanted to tear off her night rail and hurl it across the room so she could feel his body on hers. She knew she didn’t dare.
She would not have stopped him if he chose to tear it from her, however.
They were so close she could feel his hardening cock at the juncture of her legs. She moved deliberately against him and watched his eyes flare to black.
And then he lunged. He scooped his hands beneath her buttocks and brought her hard up against his cock, and he buried his face in her neck. He lightly bit the place it joined her shoulder.
She gasped as shocking pleasure forked through her. And when he dragged his lips then his tongue to her ear and gently scraped the stubble of his beard over her tender skin, a low moan rose in her throat as pleasure sparked everywhere in her body.
She braced her hands against his shoulders.
Their hot breaths met in a gust between them as they deliberately ground against each other. Their eyes never leaving each other’s faces. They were each intent on a swift, animalistic release. His cock was so hard even through his trousers it nearly hurt her to move against him, but it felt indescribably good. She was already close. “Yes,” she rasped.
She could see herself in his pupils, wanton, her lips parted with her gusting breath, her body rocking as they collided with each other.
“Oh Christ,” he rasped. His forehead was sheened in sweat.
Within moments her release ripped through with a blinding white light behind her eyes.
Her body whipped upward and her head fell back on a long, near silent scream. She would have crumpled, but he held her fast, driving himself relentlessly to his own release. And with several swift thrusts he came apart, on a groan shaped like her name. It racked him; she could feel his body quake, against her gripping fingers.
Almost at once they took their hands from each other, as though burnt and stunned. Chests heaving with violent breaths.
She was grateful for the wall to hold her up. She could not have done it on her own.
Her entire body rang from bliss. But his eyes on her were almost like wounds. Amazed and tender, but a trifle hostile, too.
He fleetingly covered them with his hand, a gesture of almost despair. As if the very sight of her blinded and overwhelmed him.
“I’msorry,” she nearly said. She didn’t know why. She almost wanted to hit him in frustration.
Finally he cupped her face gently, briefly in his hand. She turned her cheek to fit into his palm, as if it was its natural home.
And then without another word he left her, closing the door quietly.
Chapter Twenty-One
