Page 80 of Heart of The Night

18 | any youth in the world

CARA

Still reeling from the intensity of William’s actions, I strained my ears, every nerve on high alert. My body went rigid at the sound of him moving behind me. I twisted my neck to catch a glimpse of what he was doing. He stood at his nightstand, rifling through the drawer. When he faced me again, a glint of metal in his hand caught my eye. It was a shiny, rose-gold object, unmistakable and familiar. My heart missed a beat.

‘Not that.’

I nearly mistook him for the Devil when he flashed me a sadistic grin, blue eyes gleaming above. ‘Oh, this is just the beginning.’

My mouth went dry as I drew a sharp breath, my heart pounding so fiercely it felt like it might shatter my ribs. Deep in my bones, I knew he would push me to my absolute limit tonight. When I reached that point, how exhausted would I be? Would I simply pass out from the intensity?

I briefly wondered if we might need a safe word, but I dismissed the thought just as quickly as it came. William could be rough, demanding, and obstinate, but he had proven time and again that he knew when to relent. He was no sadist – he found his satisfaction in my ecstasy. If I were in pain, it would turn him off completely and he would cease at once.

I could trust him. Absolutely.

He placed the vibrator on the bed, his eyes tracing the curves of my body as he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs. The smirk on his face hinted at the carnal, unspoken fantasies swirling in his mind, his pupils blown wide with ravenous desire. He shrugged out of his shirt, the cream fabric slipping from his shoulders and falling to the floor.

I stared at his magnificent body, captivated by each defined ridge and dent. The smooth planes of his pecs flowed outward, accentuating the solid curve of his broad shoulders and the powerful definition of his biceps. My gaze lingered on the sinewy strength of his arms before being irresistibly drawn to the groove between his sharply etched abs. His obliques framed his torso like the strokes of a master artist, emphasising the V-line that lured the eye further down. I swallowed at the sight of his impressive erection, my blood singing with craving.

‘What’s your record, Cara?’

I met his gaze, my brows furrowing with confusion. ‘My record?’

He climbed into the bed, his gaze veering to my bare buttocks as he hovered over me on all fours. ‘Yes.’ He ran his hand across them, squeezing and stroking. ‘What’s the highest number of orgasms you’ve had in a single session?’ His eyes darted back to mine, and the sexual twinkle in them signalled my ruin.

‘I don’t know,’ I said, so quietly it was almost a whisper.

His features flattened; he looked underwhelmed. ‘You don’t know?’

‘No. I lost count. My brain crashed.’

His hand stopped stroking me, the intensity of his stare betraying a jealous edge. ‘When was this?’

Feeling coy, I murmured, ‘The first time we had sex after I agreed to go on a date with you.’

His face lit up with elation. ‘Really?’

I blushed, momentarily distracted by the memory – him holding me against the headboard of my bed as he charged savagely in and out of me, the sweat trickling down my spine as I panted. That session had been animalistic. He’d left no doubt in my mind that, to him, it had been a matter of reclaiming what was his.

‘Yes.’

‘Well, let’s make it ten tonight.’ A wolfish grin curved his lips. ‘I’m sure we could do more, but we’ve got to start somewhere.’

A whimper poured out of my mouth. Ten? Would I even survive that?

‘Count them out loud this time,’ he commanded, his voice saturated with thrill. ‘Just to be sure you don’t forget. Ready?’

I buried my face in the mattress, my whole body stiffening as I prepared for impact. Chuckling, William gripped my hip and flipped me around. As soon as I was on my back, he prised my legs apart and knelt between them. My heart thundered as I stared up at him and gulped in sheer intimidation.

His eyes wandered across my body, glowing with pure affection as he smoothed his hands down my stockings. ‘Honestly, Cara, you will always be the most beautiful woman to me,’ he said earnestly. ‘Even when we’re old and wrinkled, because in every line on your face, I’ll see the years I’ve spent with you, and that will forever be more beautiful to me than any youth in the world.’

His words washed over me like a gentle tide, leaving me breathless. My heart swelled with overwhelming love and gratitude, tears pricking my eyelids. I had never felt more cherished in my entire life.

‘William.’ My voice quivered with emotion, my face twisting. Caught in the intensity of my feelings, I almost blurted out those three precious words. But I stopped myself, knowing this wasn’t how I wanted to declare it. I wanted my confession to be deliberate and special, not an impulsive cry in the throes of passion.

Smiling, William leaned over me and stared deep into my eyes. ‘I’m all yours, darling.’ He dipped down, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

Yearning to embrace him, I struggled against the handcuffs, but it was futile. I huffed loudly, suddenly sympathising with the frustration he had endured earlier. Nothing tempted me more than to hold him close.

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