Page 70 of Vengeful Seduction
By the time she was naked, completely bare for me, we were both breathing as hard as if we’d just run a marathon. She was so hot against me as I took her nipple into my mouth and started to suckle it, and when I slid my fingers down between her legs, I found her folds slick and wet, slippery with her desire.
“No, God, David, no, please.” Kaye was babbling in her urgent desire and damned if it wasn’t the hottest, most arousing thing I’d ever seen. “David, please, inside me. I can’t wait.” When she said that in the breathy tone she always used when she was the neediest and when she reached down and gripped my cock, stroking it a few times and playing with my rigid length, I realized I couldn’t wait either. Not for another second. I needed to be inside her.
I needed to feel the connection to her—the one I always felt while buried inside her tight, welcoming body. The one that had terrified me once, but that I craved now more than anything else in the world.
Love. Desire. Acceptance.
That intimate embrace gave me all of those things—all the things I had always wanted without telling myself or anyone else—and so much more on top, too.
“Now,” I finally growled, the first word I’d said to her since she’d entered the room. I kissed her once more, and as I did, I pushed deep inside of her, feeling her body grip me and her channel tighten around me, accepting me.
I loved this woman. I loved her so completely and totally, and when I was buried inside of her—when I felt her clenching and rocking rhythmically around me, when I pulled almost all the way out, so just the tip was buried inside of her, only to slam home once more—it felt somehow like it wasn’t all hopeless. Like somehow, the situation could all work out.
The bed rocked with the force of the fury with which we slaked our thirst for each other. She was just as eager as I was, wrapped around me, moaning, shaking, sweating, and straining to get closer.
Almost from the beginning, I saw the signs in her. She was close, and soon she was thrashing, moaning, and arching up against me as I took her over and over again. Her head was flung back, her hair spread out over the pillow as she rocked up onto me again and again.
“David!” she cried, her nails a slightly sharp sting against my shoulder. She clung to me as the shudders of her orgasm started to wrack her slender body, her legs tangled with mine as her pleasure wrung my own from my body.
The way her internal muscles contracted around me and the way she cried out, moaned, and rocked recklessly on me was all I needed. My own orgasm shook through my body, liquid fire rocketing through my veins, and I growled softly and kissed her again as I spilled inside of her.
Even once my orgasm had subsided, I couldn’t make myself pull out of her. I needed to be linked as closely to her as was possible for two human beings to be linked, though I did roll onto my back and pull her on top of me so I wasn’t smothering her.
“David,” Kaye moaned, and then she shot me a sassy little wink. “I don’t suppose you want to go out for karaoke?”
I laughed softly. Neither of us were in any state to go anywhere. I doubted I could even walk and I couldn’t think she was in a much better state—not from the way her body was trembling with little aftershocks from her orgasm.
“No. Let’s just stay here,” I whispered, and it was the perfect time. I knew it. If there could be a perfect time to tell someone you had only married them because you were after their money, but you’d fallen in love with them and just couldn’t do it anymore.
Well, there was no perfect time for something so terrible, but if there could be, it would be right after such an amazing time in bed together—after sharing such an intense orgasm.
So now. Now was the time. I would do it.
I couldn’t lie to her anymore. I didn’t even want the money. Not if it meant losing her. Besides, I was no longer at all convinced she would ever sleep with Brent. She wasn’t anything like the other women I’d met in my life.
“Kaye,” I whispered, and she raised her head from where it had been resting on my chest to look at me quizzically.
This was my chance. This was the moment and all I had to do was seize it. I just had to say a few words and the nightmare—the conflict deep in my soul—would be gone.
One way or another.
“What is it?” Kaye asked, and I should have known she would be perceptive enough to see when something was bugging me. She seemed to notice almost everything, which had only made this whole plan much more difficult.
I could free myself from all of this if I just told her. I parted my lips and wet them with my tongue, trying to fight past the terror of losing her enough so I could say those few words.
“I love you,” I whispered, hating myself even as I spoke. It was true. I did love her. But I had wanted to say something else—to tell her about everything. I found I didn’t have the nerve.
Most things, I could face down. Fear didn’t have a hold over me most of the time. This one small woman, though, made me afraid—to afraid to lose her to take the chance.
“I love you too, David,” she said, smiling, and I nodded. This was the right choice. I could talk to Brent. Tell him the whole plan was off. Kaye didn’t need to be broken. She didn’t have to know I had ever had any intentions toward her other than loving her.
Let her keep her innocence.
It was probably the thing I had valued about her the most, at least from the time I had been convinced that her innocence was actually genuine. She really thought the best about everyone and everything, and I didn’t have it in me to take any of it away from her.
Smiling, I finally rolled her off me, though I wrapped an arm around her shoulders to hold her close. This was perfect. The perfect solution. I would promise myself to give this relationship a good, solid year, and if it was still as amazing as it was now, I would let myself give in completely.
Either way, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to let Brent put his hands on her. No matter what happened, Kaye was mine.
