Page 26 of When The Night Falls

I had never been penetrated so well.

‘You like that?’ His voice was sexier than any other I had heard, and especially when he used that tone. It made him irresistible.

‘Mm, yes. Don’t stop,’ I said breathlessly.

His warm mouth placed a loud, hungry kiss on the spot between my shoulder blades. As the tip of his nose trailed up to the nape of my neck, he said sensually, ‘If I could, I’d fuck you for ever, darling. You feel that good.’ And then, a single harsh thrust.

I whimpered and shook my head. Would I survive this?

5 | against your better judgement

Inexorably, he continued, seemingly determined to ruin me. But, all of a sudden, he pulled out and grabbed my arm. After turning me onto my back, he knelt between my legs and tucked them over his shoulders. My face flushed when I understood his intention.

‘No. Please.’ I sat up and clasped his jaw. ‘I’m satisfied. I just want you to come.’

Soft laughter spilled from his mouth as he gripped my wrists and locked my arms by my sides.

‘Well, that’s not what I want.’

‘Will.’ I writhed against his hold of me, but he was much too strong. I tried to close my legs, but his mouth had already reached me. Pleasure bolted through me at once, merciless in its force.

‘Shit!’ I cried out as his tongue continued to torment me. Crouched over him, my toes curled again. Breathing erratically, I felt the tension rebuild within me, impossibly strong. A tearless sob escaped and I failed to inhale again. All I could focus on was the unbearable tension that engulfed my entire body. Desperate for release, I tried to break away, but he wouldn’t have it. While maintaining his grip on my wrists, he smothered my legs with his arms to hold me in place.

And then it unfurled. Shuddering against him, I wailed his name and collapsed onto him, limp as a corpse. Only vaguely did I hear him chuckle.

Gently, he moved me onto my back. My eyes had been shut, and when I opened them, he was hovering above me. A soft expression dwelled in his features, and I hoped it included sympathy. He brushed a lock of my hair behind my ear, his eyes roaming across my flushed, dewy face.

‘Women as beautiful as you shouldn’t be allowed to wear clothes,’ he suddenly said.

Unimpressed, I only frowned back. What an unbelievably shallow compliment. As if it ought to be a beautiful woman’s duty to please the male eye. As if an attractive woman shouldn’t be allowed to decide over her own body.

Confusion crossed his face. ‘What?’

‘That was a shit compliment, even though I know you were only trying to be nice.’

‘What? How was it shit?’

‘It sounded a bit sexist.’

He gaped with disbelief and then shook his head.

‘For the record, I’m not a male chauvinist. I find sexism outrageous. Besides, you’re living proof of how amazing women are.’ With a pleading gaze, he said, ‘If you give me your number, I’ll prove to you all of the above.’

My lips twisted with amusement. Damn it. I didn’t want to be smiling right then. It was giving me away, and I worried it would encourage him, that he would misread a smile as actual interest.

‘No.’

He sighed, his head dropping. ‘At least give me your Instagram handle, then.’

I groaned, despairing of him. ‘No, Will.’ Reflecting on his persistence, I realised this had been a mistake. ‘I should leave.’ I sighed and tried to shove him off, but he wouldn’t budge. ‘Will.’

‘Fine,’ he grumbled. ‘Have it your way.’

Since he didn’t move, I wasn’t sure what he meant. ‘Sorry?’

Lifting his gaze, he studied me for a brief moment, his lips snapping into a tight, brooding line.

‘When you leave tomorrow, that’s it. But I’m going to have you all of tonight. If you’re still determined not to meet me again after that, I’ll respect it.’

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