Page 11 of Wanting Mr Black

“Fine.”

“You were screaming. I had no idea what was going on, so I ran in to check.”

I carry on, looking at the ceiling, avoiding his gaze, because I know he wants me to elaborate but I’m not ready to. “Yeah, sometimes, I have them.”

He grazes a fingertip down my cheek. “What causes them?”

“Anxiety,” I reply honestly.

Serious eyes search my face. “I’m sorry.” He continues stroking my cheek with a featherlight touch. “I’m sorry for making you feel that way. I’m sorry for hurting you.” He swallows, looking lost for a moment. “I’ve done the one thing I didn’t want to do to the most important person in my life.”

“You must care about other people?”

“I’ve learnt it’s easier not to care about people because it’s less of a disappointment when they don’t care about you. I’ve let a few people in, like my parents, but you … you’re different.” His eyes settle on mine. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

My heart turns over. I slide my fingers through his hair as he kisses me lightly on the lips and then pulls away, resting his forehead against mine.

“If all the terrible things I’ve experienced have led me to you, then I’d endure it all again in a heartbeat.”

His words tug at my heart. I feel the tears pricking my eyes, but his lips land on top of mine, and he kisses me fiercely. I’m lost as I fling my arms around his neck and slide onto my back as his body covers mine. I was so afraid this was over. I’ve missed having all of him.

“I never want to spend another night without you,” he pants in between kisses. He drags a hand down my body, caressing my breast, gliding over my hip bones, and ducking beneath my silk nightdress. “I never want to be parted from you again.”

I moan as his hand cups the damp heat between my legs and graze my fingernails down his broad back. Impatient to feel him again, I tug his boxers down, freeing his erection. He takes my right hand and presses it into the pillow beside my head and does the same with my left, pinning me down so that I can’t touch him. He hasn’t restrained me for a while …

“I need you,” he breathes, sliding his cock against my folds, sending pleasure coursing through me and obliterating any questions about restraint from my mind with those three words.

I hook my legs around his waist, angling my hips so I can feel the tip of his erection nudge against the entrance of my vagina, once, twice, before slowly filling me. My muscles contract around him as he drops his head, giving us both a few seconds to adjust to one another. He withdraws and then pushes forward once more, reaching deep inside me.

“Never leave me again.”

A fireball is building at my centre, knocking my focus and making my thighs shake.

“Promise me,” he rasps, moving over me, into me, with hard thrusts. “Promise me, Sophie.”

This isn’t tender make-up sex. He’s fucking the answer out of me. My head lolls as white heat spreads through my body, tugging me closer to the brink. And he knows just what to do to get me to concede. He rears back and plunges forward, deliciously deep, and I cry out, digging my nails into the back of his hands.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

His laser-like gaze sears into me as I burn beneath him. He twitches inside me. I’m close, and so is he. As if sensinghe’s on borrowed time, he changes tactics, hammering into me, determined to make me say what he wants to hear.

“Sophie, promise,” he demands.

I’m shaking. I can’t hold on any longer. He can have his answer. This time.

Fuck it.

“I promise.”

His cock swells at my admission, and the next two words are barely audible. “Next time.”

He glides into me without mercy, and a tidal wave of release splits me in two. We fall over the edge together. A mash of cries and groans as he explodes inside me.

We lie still and quiet for ages. I love the feeling of his weight on me. When there’s no end to me and start to him.

“Can we stay here all day?” I sigh.

He nuzzles his nose into my neck, as if he agrees. “Let’s get showered, and then we can come back to bed.”

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