Page 10 of Hupotasso
I know this is wrong. This can’t go on. We can’t do this. But as he continues his kiss, holding me tight against him, he groans, and despite my best intentions, I respond. So long I’ve wanted this man, loved this man, and I can’t resist his hold on my body,even if my mind is railing against my submission. But right now there are no cameras, no game, no other women or challenges to the death. There’s only him and I and all the time in the world to work out our problems. And if he needs me to physically submit to him fully before he can trust me, then so be it.
As I stop struggling his kiss gentles and his hand moves lower from the small of my back to my butt. He pulls me in even tighter and I shiver with excitement as I feel his body respond.
“Falcon,” I whisper, as his hands run up and down the bare skin on my back, and my stomach clenches with desire.
Lifting me, he meets my eyes momentarily as he carries me to the bed, and in one swift movement pulls down the bodice of my gown, exposing my breasts. I gasp as he buries his face against first one, then the other, licking my nipples, nipping, sucking, driving me insane with need as I arch into him. Unlike our previous nights together, he’s not slow or gentle in his touch, aiming to build me to a crescendo without consummation. Tonight there’s intention behind his actions — and I want that. We’ve waited so long that our needs seem matched and as he looks into my eyes again I think I see all the same feelings I saw in The Games: Admiration, warmth, longing.
I tell myself there’ll be time to talk later, that him coming to me, wanting me, must mean he’s come to his senses and realises his mistake. That perhaps he’s thought over what Jag said after all.
‘It will all work out. Now I need him. I want him. Now we should let our bodies speak for us. I’ll show him how much I care for him.’
Forgetting that I’m his prisoner, putting aside his cruel words and actions, ignoring everything that had happened in the pastforty-eight hours, I cry out in pleasure and surprise as he raises my voluminous skirts and, pushing aside my white, silk and lace panties, thrusts into my body.
8
Her cries follow me as I stalk from the room, and try as I might to ignore them, they pain me.
Bedding her had been something I’d looked forward to for so long that I’d half expected the act would be an anticlimax. Especially now I know she doesn’t feel anything for me — that she’s just a Spider minion and, no doubt, one he’d sampled regularly before she entered The Games.
But I was wrong.
We’d connected like we belonged together; the pleasure was indescribable. And when she’d looked into my eyes and screamed my name I’d come harder than I had in eons.
Her soft body, her creamy skin and curves, hersmell. Everything about her drives me wild. We’d matched each other in rhythm and intensity as though we were built for each other.
I shake my head as I leave her wing and head to my own, the impressions of her nails on my back still sensitive, the taste of her still fresh on my tongue.
Although I have no intention of spending any time with her other than what’s required, it won’t be any hardship to continue to fuck her until she’s with child.
But still, when she’d fallen as she’d tried to stop me leaving I’d almost gone to her, almost helped her up, only stopping myself with a supreme effort.
And her cries as I’d left….
9
The knock on my door is timid, and I dry my eyes and brush the hair from my flushed face as I sit up, prepared for whatever, or whomever.
I’ve been crying since the moment I’d woken up and recalled the look he’d given me as he rose from my bed and left last night without a word.
Cold.
His eyes had been cold.
I’d called his name, his expression making my voice tremble as much as my knees were still from our lovemaking.
“Falcon? What are you doing? Where are you going? We need to talk.”
“That won’t be necessary,” he’d answered brusquely, his eyes hooded as he turned to make for the door.
“Necessary?”
I’d heard my voice as if it was coming from someone else, from a long way away.
“Falcon?”
I’d sat up, tried to move to stop him from leaving, but the gown, the fucking gown had tripped me up, and I’d fallen off the bed and onto the floor like a discarded toy.
“You’ve done your duty satisfactorily, in this matter at least,” he’d snarled as he reached the door and turned to look at me with disgust.
