Page 20 of Forbidden Fiancé

“Come for me, baby. Come apart for me. Let me feel your body tighten around me as it takes the pleasure only I can give you. Come for me,” he demanded. His breath was hot on my neck.

At his words and his mouth on my neck, I cried out and went over. His hands stayed on my hips. His cock pushed deep inside me as I rode him and my orgasm to completion. My hands dropped to my sides and he pulled me to him, moving me off the wall.

I went willingly; I was putty in his hands. I would do whatever he wanted, all he had to do was ask. He really didn’t even need to ask; he could just take and I would give it to him. He was still hard and deep inside me as he sat us on a chair. I dropped my head back and he brushed my hair out of my face. His kisses were light and soothing as his hand lifted my dress and exposed my body.

“Nothing in this world is better than watching you come. Smelling your arousal, feeling your body tighten around me. Everything that I have done, all that I am, has led me to you, to this. And I will not let you go, ever.”

I nodded and was rewarded by Luke teasing my clit with his thumb. He gave it the lightest pressure and then increased it. I opened my legs wide for him.

“Good girl. My girl,” Luke murmured and jerked his hip under me.

My body went up again and my juices flowed around him. I must have not been the only one surprised by my reaction as Luke moaned, “Fuck.”

His thumb and index finger twisted my clit and I cried out. Then his hands were on my hips and he was moving me over him. I arched my back and moved with him, my legs bouncing up and down on the floor as he lifted me off him and then back down.

“You are mine,” he said as put his hand on the small of my back

“No one else will have you.” He pushed my head to the floor.

“You are mine.” He kicked my legs out wider.

“No one else will have you.” He put his thumb and index finger on my clit and twisted it.

I nodded as the increase in speed and change of position allowed him to go so deep and so fully in me, I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began. He was touching parts of me I didn’t even know I had and feeling things I didn’t think were possible.

“No one else will fuck you,” Luke demanded as he stood up and wrapped my legs around his back. I put my hands on the floor for leverage and the cloth dropped out of my mouth as my head fell to the floor.

The new position was even better and I stuffed my hand into my mouth to keep from crying out. Still, moans, cries, and high-pitched sounds came out of my mouth with each thrust. My ankles tightened around him as I went higher and higher.

“You are mine,” he cried out as he came and I followed him over.

We stayed like that as we slowly came down. My legs gave way and they dropped to the floor. Luke stayed inside me as he dropped us down to the floor. He sprawled on top of me, his body engulfing mine. I could feel his body returning to normal and I reached up and put my hand on top of his head. He tilted his head and kissed my hair.

There were no words to describe what he had done, what he had made me feel, and what I had let him do. It was beyond my wildest imagination and I wanted him to do it again. I had no idea that sex could be this good, this freeing, this much fun. If there had ever been a doubt that the man had me, all of me, this confirmed it.

I was trying to find the right words, a way to ask him to stay when he kissed my neck and whispered. “No one else.” Gently, he moved out of me and quietly walked out of my cabin.

Chapter 12

Luke

I stumbled back into my cabin and went immediately to my liquor cabinet and poured myself a long, stiff drink. I downed the Scotch, hardly tasting it. I refilled the glass, turned, and leaned up against the cabinet, and took a sip.

Images of Natalie, of her eyes, her mouth, her lips, how she had looked at me came back like a film. I had been so upset, angry, and frustrated when she walked away from me. I knew what she was trying to do, what she was trying to say. I just wasn’t going to buy or agree to it.

It didn’t matter that she was right. In her few words, she had told me everything that I had already been thinking and dreading. We shouldn’t be together. She was my son’s fiancé before she met me. It was taboo for us to even consider being together. If it ever got out my reputation could be ruined, it would more than likely kill any relationship that I had with my son.

I knew all of that and still, I didn’t care. Natalie was worth the risk. Natalie was worth everything. I didn’t care what happened to me. I had been barely living before she came into my life. She had shown me what I could have, what I had been missing, and I wasn’t going to give it up. If it meant the rest of my life went to shit, I didn’t care. She was worth losing everything over, because in one night she had become my everything.

Going to her room, fucking her that way, savagely, brutally, had been impulsive and I regretted it almost as soon as it happened. Yet it had been incredible. She had loved it as much as I had. Her sighs, her pleads, her moans filled my head and made me hard again. I had wanted to prove to her that she was mine, that what we had was too big and couldn’t be denied. I would not be denied.

I should have known it would have resulted in the best sex of my life. Being with Natalie was unworldly. I felt as if our souls, or very beings were calling to the other. She might say we were over, but she didn’t believe it any more than I had. How she had responded to me had proven that.

Still, it didn’t solve our problems and I needed some space, some time to think about what we were going to do next. I might not care about blowing up my world but that didn’t mean I was going to do it unless I had to. I should have stayed. I should have talked to Natalie about what I was thinking and feeling but I couldn’t seem to think about anything but fucking her when I was with her. Just because I wanted to blow up my life, it wasn’t fair to drag her in with me, even if that was exactly what I wanted to do. I had needed the space and time to come up with a plan.

I stripped off my clothes and walked into the shower, putting the temperature as hot as I could handle. I dropped my head and let the water flow down around my head and back. I braced my hand on the shower wall and closed my eyes.

Images of Natalie as I said, “Do you understand I am the only one who will give you pleasure?” filled my head.

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