Page 66 of Fallen Roses

She parts her lips and licks a wet trail over them and as my fingers touch her soft skin, it would be so easy to shift the robe from her shoulders and mark her perfect skin with my own brand of carnal desire.

As I step closer, she leans toward me and yet my hands move away from the robe and toward the mask instead.

As I lift it away from her beautiful eyes and over her head, she gasps, “I thought?—”

I lean down and kiss her questions away, wrenching off my mask with my other hand and tossing it to the floor to join hers.

My hand slides inside her robe and around her waist, and I pull her against me. Her breasts grazing my chest, her heart beating hard against mine.

Her fingers tangle in my hair and she kisses me back, our tongues entwining and our desire on the same page.

As I pull back, she whispers, “I thought–”

“Shh.” I place my finger against her lips and whisper huskily, “I don’t want this for us. This is my past. My downfall if you like. You are not.”

“I don’t understand.”

I move back a little and wrap the robe securelyaround her and tip her face to mine, gripping her chin between my thumb and forefinger.

As I gaze into her eyes, I say with meaning, “We deserve more than this. I amnotthat man anymore. I am no longer a victim searching for a way out. A person with demons who believes anonymity is the only way to control the rage. I no longer need to hide behind the mask, Ana, because I have stepped into the light. I only want you and I want to make love to you—not just sex.”

Her eyes sparkle and offer me a glimpse inside and she smiles, “Then we should leave because the man I came here with is no longer present.”

She presses her lips against mine and kisses me softly, before pulling back and casting a glance around the room.

“You’re right, James. This place just isn’t good enough for us. Leave your past locked inside because it has no part in our future.”

“Our future.” I cock my head to one side and she grins. “I came back to tell you that I love you, James. I’m sorry, but you’ll just have to deal with that.”

My heart beats so fast it’s a little worrying and I have no other words but the ones deep inside my heart.

“You can’t possibly love me anymore than the love that burns for you, Ana. You set me free and have given me something incredible that I never dreamed would be mine.”

Impulsively, I lift her into the air and she squeals as her arms tighten around my neck and as I crush her tomy chest, I kiss her long and hard, sure in the knowledge that there are no more demons. No more pain, only excitement for the future.

I no longer require membership of this club because I have life membership of another one. Adoring Ana is its name, and it’s one I will never leave.

I grip her hand and smile, taking one last look at the scene of many of my nightmares, and as we walk silently out of the room, I don’t look back.

TWO MONTHS LATER

Her legs grip my waist as I sink balls deep into her, our sweat running onto the silk sheets that she is gripping with both hands. My hands are on either side of her as I gaze lovingly into her flushed face as I experience the pleasure of being inside the woman I love.

She bites down on her lower lip, and her eyes are glazed with lustful desire. My cock dances inside, touching every inch of her, marking her and owning her. Her head moves back with every thrust as she slides back against the sheets and then back again as I power inside her.

“Fuck!” her sexy accent makes me smile as she moans, “James, please don’t stop.”

“Not happening, baby.” I push in deeper, my hand dropping lower, caressing her weary clit as I press down hard, causing her to scream, “Not fair! Oh my fucking God.”

Her entire body spasms and clenches my delighted cock as she bears down on it, her orgasm violent and held back for too long. It’s been two hours, and I’ve denied her every time and as she screams into the familiar space, my own roar of release joins hers. Endless cum fills her swollen pussy, and she wraps her legs tighter around me, drawing me in deeper.

She is panting and so am I, both of us pushed to our extreme sexual limits as we finally give in.

Her arms wrap around my waist and she pulls me in deeper, not a millimeter between us as we grab some much needed breath.

I still can’t believe how lucky I was to have met her that night in the bar. That she came back to me; that she now lives with me.

Two months happened very quickly, and we moved into my apartment while the interior designer is working miracles in hers. We are making it our home and Ana is setting up a branch of her company in Los Angeles and my intention is to do the same in Moscow. There will be no excuses not to spend six months in both countries, sharing our time between them and making certain the respective businesses don’t suffer.

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