Page 46 of Midnight Torment

I pressed against him. “But I need something to imagine when I get my vibrator out.”

“Then you better have a clear mental image in your head of my dick,” he replied, leaning down so that he could nip my earlobe.

“Maybe I should get a reminder session?” I queried. “Just so I can get that image clearer.”

Jordan’s lips trailed down my neck, and he bent me backward slightly so my breasts were presented to him. “Maybe I should remind you who you belong to?”

Yummy… Yes please!

“I would like to take this opportunity to point out that I am a strong, independent woman—” I was cut off by his mouth descending on mine, his tongue stealing the rest of my speech.

In work, I was strong and independent. In Jordan’s arms, I was soft and pliable. I was still the same on the inside, but the external stimulus created the two versions of me.

My back hit the wall and my hands wiggled free so that my fingers could lodge themselves in his hair. Our lips and tongues warred, fighting for domination of each other. My right leg hitched up to snake around him and drag him even closer, our pelvises grinding together.

The heat in South Africa ensured that I was constantly covered in a layer of perspiration unless I was hiding inside where air conditioning units replicated the conditions back home. Jordan pinning me to the wall and kissing me senseless didn’t help my temperature problems. Sweat trickled down my back and into the waistband of my shorts. I was slowly starting to melt under the heat of his passion.

My hair stuck to my head and neck, and a furnace blazed inside me.

“Jordan,” I whimpered, almost climbing him, my nails digging into his flesh.

His hand snaked around my throat, tilting my head up so he could stare fearlessly into my eyes. Our chests rose and fell together, our gazes locked. It didn’t matter where I was in the world or what was happening to me, this man was my true North. My life only made sense when he was with me. It fell to pieces when he was gone.

Jordan’s head dipped, his nose tracing the side of my face until his lips skimmed my ear. “You have completely eroded my sanity, little butterfly. All my life, I knew I could never want more than I had, never crave a normal life, just seek revenge for my parents. Then you walk into my world and destroy everything. How the fuck am I supposed to complete my mission when all I care about now is you?”

My body canted into him, surrendering to Jordan. “You complete your mission because we both deserve a life together. You go out there and you destroy everyone who tries to come between us and our happy ending. I don’t care if Santa Claus and his reindeer try to stop you, all that matters is that we have each other at the end of this.”

He kissed down the side of my throat. “I think I’m good with Santa Claus. He never put me on the naughty list.”

“That’s probably because you charmed Mrs. Claus.”

He lightly bit my shoulder. “She does have a certain appeal with all that red lace underwear.”

“I’ll have to remember this conversation on Christmas Eve when I’m leaving out cookies and milk. None for the cougar after my boyfriend.”

Jordan laughed, his deep tenor washing over me. “I don’t think you have any worries about someone stealing me.”

My fingers trailed over his shoulders and down his back until they gripped his ass. “I’ve seen the women stare at you, both in my office and in Twilight. They undress you with their eyes and have sex with you in their heads. Some of those subs in Twilight are stunningly beautiful.”

His body pushed mine into the wall and those stormy grey eyes bored into mine as if he was trying to engrain his will on me. “Those other women are nothing, they never have been and never will be. This is the only relationship I’ve ever had in my miserable life and I walked away once to save you from me. That won’t happen again. You are mine, Megan, body and soul. Everything that you are belongs to me and you own every beat of my worthless heart.”

There was nothing worthless about it, his heart was the prize that many women had craved for years.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” I whispered the truth because there was no one else but the two of us. Back home, I was always terrified that there were spies lurking around every corner. After the incident with the hand grenade, I was wary of everyone.

His lips lifted in a sad smile. “You should aim higher, little butterfly. I’m not worth it.”

My fingertips dug into him in ownership. “Souls are attracted to each other in both the light and dark, Jordan. We were created for only each other to love.”

Pain flashed across his features before they neutralised. “At times I thought I was cursed, but if it brought me you, then I’d live through it all again.”

“Jordan?” His eyebrow rose in question. “Show me, don’t tell me.”

I learned a long time ago that words meant nothing without actions. They were just a jumble of letters rearranged into things. I told Mark that I loved him even though it was a lie, even when I had planned to visit Jordan and plead with him to save me. But our bodies never lied no matter how much we prayed they would.

“Tell me what you need,” he demanded in that husky tone that sent shivers rippling up and down my spine.

“To feel owned.”

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