Page 40 of Insatiable

His face goes hard. “I don’t want to hurt the baby.”

“You won’t,” I assure him, desperation in my voice.

“Then I’ll eff you all you want.”

Was that a joke? I open my mouth to ask, but the chance is stolen when he grabs my neck from underneath and roughly pulls me to him.

His lips crash against mine, demanding and insistent. I melt into his kiss, parting my lips to grant his probing tongue access. Felix's hand slides from my neck down my body, his fingers grazing the side of my breast before settling on my hip. He grips me tightly, pressing his arousal against my aching core.

I whimper into his mouth, my hands sliding under his shirt to trace the hard planes of his muscular back. Felix breaks the kiss and trails his lips along my jaw, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. "You drive me wild," he growls, his hot breath fanning my ear. "I need to be inside you."

Coherent thoughts flee my mind as a fresh wave of desire crashes over me. I can only nod, frantic with need. Felix makes quick work of freeing himself from the confines of his pants.

Felix's piercing gaze never leaves mine as he positions himself between my thighs. With deliberate slowness, he runs the tip of his length along my slick folds, teasing me mercilessly. I arch my back, silently pleading for more.

With a primal growl, he thrusts into me, filling me completely in one powerful stroke. I cry out, my walls stretching to accommodate his impressive size. Felix sets a relentless pace, each deep plunge stoking the fire within me higher and higher.

I cling to his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as he drives me closer to the edge. Felix's hand snakes between our joined bodies, his skilled fingers finding my most sensitive spot. Felix's fingers circle my sensitive nub in time with his deep thrusts, the dual sensations sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. I can feel the coil within me winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

Felix pants, his rhythm growing more erratic. "Let go for me."

His words are my undoing. With a keening cry, I shatter around him, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over me. Felix follows me over the edge with a hoarse shout, spilling himself deep inside me.

We cling to each other as we slowly float down from our highs, our ragged breaths mingling in the charged air between us.

Well, I’ve done it again and this time I can’t blame alcohol or having a concussion. I can’t even blame the drugs the docs at the hospital wing gave me for pain because they are safely tucked away in my bag. I had sex with Felix Barclay for the simple reason that I wanted to… or insanity. If any of my friends ask, I’ll go with that excuse.

My friends. I close my eyes. I can’t tell them about this. Juliette already thinks I’m crazy for sleeping with him the first time, a theory I’m not sure I can dispel, and Quinn still thinks Felix is the reason she’s in Hell in the first place.

My eyes flutter open when Felix brushes a tender kiss against my temple. The sex felt inevitable. It was highly charged and in the moment, but the soft kiss on my head reminds me that things have changed between us. And I’m not sure how I feel about it. In an ideal world, having a man kiss me tenderly after wild and amazing sex is the dream, but with Felix doing it, it makes me fearful. He’s the father of my baby and yet, all I’ve ever known from him is months of hate and vitriol followed by two sex sessions and now a kiss on the head.

I turn to him and prop myself up on an elbow. His hair is messed up, making him appear almost human and not the put together, in control businessman I’m used to. He’s, dare I say it, cute. He looks happy. It’s not an emotion I’ve come to expectfrom Felix. “I almost miss the days where you hated me,” I admit. “It was kinda fun coming up with put downs.”

“I can call you a bitch if it makes you feel better.”

“Well, I still think you’re an asshole so go right ahead.”

He laughs and lays back, facing the ceiling, cradling his head in his hands.

Why does this feel so normal? There’s nothing normal about it. And yet it does. Still I can’t get the feeling out of my head that this is still some kind of joke or a game. And I’m not used to playing.

“Felix?”

“Mmm?”

“You lied to me about my dress.”

“Maybe a bit,” he offers, turning back to me again. He fingers the flowery sleeve between his fingers “They aren’t the type of thing I usually see on the women I used to hang out with, but your crazy dresses are growing on me. They remind me of you and I like that.”

It’s quite the admission coming from Felix. I’ll be the first to admit that the dresses I make are never going to be shown in any fashion magazines.

The dress lie was one thing, but now another weighs on my mind—one secret I can’t ignore any longer. I shouldn’t have come here, knowing this, but now that I am here, I need answers.

“What happened between you and Sylvia Rothwell?” I force the question out, every syllable laced with a dread that gnaws at me.

Felix freezes, and the color drains from his face as if he’s been struck. “How do you know about her?”

“You didn’t hide it as well as you thought. Did you force her to abort her child?” My voice wavers, but I keep my gaze lockedon him, bracing myself. His expression is answer enough, and my stomach knots.

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