Page 52 of When Hearts Awaken

Another moan. This time, louder, her body moving against mine, her leg clamping tightly around my waist, hips arching, gyrating in a sensual rhythm, melting under my dominance.

“I’ll find out…I’ll get it out of you one day, Taylor,” I vow before dragging my nose down her neck. Unable to stop myself, my teeth make an appearance, scraping the throbbing pulse point. She lets out another wispy moan, her fingers digging into my neck.

She thrusts her tits up at me—an action I’m sure is involuntary. My mouth waters. My minx is a sensual goddess hidden under the cold facade.

“W-What are you doing to me?” Confusion laces her voice as I press home my point by sucking the bite marks on her neck. “Oh God,” she whimpers, her hips thrashing, gyrating, rubbing that delectable pussy against my raging, hard cock.

A groan rumbles in my throat at the sharp sensations—the flames licking up my spine.

“No. It’s Charles,” I whisper, my mind clawing with need for this intoxicating woman in my arms. “Call my name when you’re with me. Scream it. Moan it. Just know it’s me making you feel this way, that maybe your body knows something your mind doesn’t.”

My body moves with her, my mind only focused on this vixen and her pleasure. My cock threatens to tunnel itself out of my pants, the throbbing intense as sparks gather along my shaft. I want to touch all parts of her—the soft curves, the enticing divots, every part she wants people to see and all the parts she wants to hide.

Thunderous applause erupts in the room, jolting me back into reality as the sensual haze slowly clears.

My lungs drag in one desperate breath after another and I watch as Taylor slowly comes to her senses. Her chest is heaving, her stormy eyes widening, the pupils bleeding into the irises. She quickly untangles her leg from my waist, but I hold on, kneading, digging tightly, memorizing her curves with my hand. She intakes a sharp breath, her eyes flaring at the pleasurable pain before she grits her jaw and yanks her leg away from me.

“Stop being such a relentless bastard.” She stomps off, strands of her thick black hair tumbling out of her updo, and I can only stare at her retreating, my thoughts in disarray, my nerves ending raw. It felt like the most erotic sex I’ve ever had and my mind doesn’t know what to make of it.

A few wolf whistles pierce the applause, and I whip my head toward the commotion, my hands automatically smoothing out the lapels of my tux. Ethan has his brow hiked up, Rex grinning and mouthing something suspiciously like“I knew it.”Maxwell levels a warning with his glare.

Parker Wellington, who is the best dancer in my friend group in LA, smirks and makes an exaggerated bow at me as Steven’s siblings, Jess and Emily gape at me, their mouths hanging open. Even the cold and sardonic Adrian Scott, Emily’s husband, known to the public as The Shark for his shrewdness in business, shakes his head, his lips twitching in obvious amusement.

Shit—I completely forgot I’m in public. This woman has made me lose all common sense and control.

But I’ve never felt more alive.

Maybe this is why my parents are so wrapped up in each other—this addictive, intoxicating high.

My heart lurches at the thought and for a moment, I think I’m going to be sick.

But now fully aware of the hundreds of eyes trained on me, I force my lips to curve in a grin and sweep my arm out before dropping into an exaggerated bow. The demonstration is met with more raucous laughter.

And I fight every impulse to run after the fiery woman whose imprint I can still feel in my arms.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

What the fuck just happened there?

I stare at my flushed face in the bathroom mirror, my heart racing a mile a minute.

The spot between my leg pulses and for the first time ever, I want to reach down there and touch the tender flesh—not that I’d know what to do—so that I could feel the explosion I’d felt only once before in my life again. Because the pressure bottling up inside me, the tension, the intensity, like I’m on the verge of something and I need…I need…

Swallowing, I grip the sink, desperate for the cold porcelain to shock me back to reality. My mind is a mess, my body is out of control, and my heart is sprinting off to an unknown destination. I feel restless, unsatiated, my mind only filled with images of him—the blond devil, the man I’m supposed to hate.

The man Idohate.

Yes, I hate him.

My pulse ratchets up and my hands tingle with a thousand pinpricks. I stare at my face again, my bright eyes, the healthy glow, my swollen lips. I look ravished, pleasured…and I look like I want a repeat performance.

The heat between my legs pulses and wetness seeps out of my panties.

I hate him.The futile words whisper in my mind, but feel like a sultry caress. I want to say my body betrayed me again, that I didn’t want any of the overpowering physical sensations coursing through me right now.

But that’d be a lie. Because I felt alive in his arms.

His muscular body wrapping around mine, contorting my limbs to his will. I wanted to melt into his arms and be swept up in his strength.

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