Page 43 of Needing More
"Please, Vic. Please don't do this."
The desperate look on her face was ingrained into his memory but the taste of her was carved into his heart. Turning away from the window, he made his way downstairs with a smile. His mother always said to listen to his heart.
Rubbing the last bits of her lotion into her skin, Sapphire flipped off the bathroom light and walked across the hall to her bedroom. Wearing only her nightshirt and a pair of underwear, her hair was loose down her back. She needed to get her comb off her dresser. Downstairs she had the thriller movie she planned on watching as she did her hair on pause waiting for her. A bowl of snacks, the lights off, and a somewhat scary movie about an invisible stalker were all the makings of a good movie night.
Pushing open the door, Sapphire paused at the darkness of the room.
She was sure she had left the lamp on. Using the little bit of light from the hallway spilling in through the open door, she stepped into the room and walked over to her bedside table. Her fingers found the plastic switch for the lamp and turned.
Warm light illuminated the room and the figure standing behind her.
Sapphire screamed and jumped back hitting the stand with her hip.
Vic stood by the door completely motionless, his dark eyes watching her as she tried to control her breathing.
"What are you doing here?"
Vic didn't say anything. He didn't need to. He just tilted his head to the side and stared at her. There was a wolfish-like intensity to his stare that speared her to the spot. Sapphire could hardly move, could hardly make a sound as she shook her head under the realization of his intentions.
"No, Vic," she pleaded, taking one unsteady step backward.
Vic took a step forward, and then another. Gone was the warmth and mirth she had come to know on his face. Now she was facing the shadows she had tried to ignore; the crushing need he tried to conceal.
"Vic! Don’t!" she cried out as he grasped both of her shoulders.
Pulling her close until her chest met his, Sapphire let out a tiny relieved breath as his arms came around her back embracing her in his strong grip. With her face tucked into his shoulder, Sapphire tried to will herself not to relax in his arms, to remain stiff and unpliant. But it was nearly impossible. With each passing second, his silent warmth seeped into her body, pacifying her frayed nerves.
Sapphire could feel the steady beat of his heart against her and closed her eyes to its reassuring rhythm. "Vic?" she began again, her voice calmer now. Getting no reaction from the towering man, she hesitantly wrapped her arms around his waist and sighed in unison with his own relieved sigh. She tried again. "Vic, we can't-"
Vic shifted around her and he pushed her back, still holding her in his grip.
"I need you. You can see that, can't you? You can see how every day, I see your beautiful face and it kills me a bit more, right? Eats at my restraint. I need your love too. I don't want to be the only one living without it. I can't go back to that empty miserable house and know that I have no part of you."
"But we can't!" she tried desperately. He had to know this could ruin everything. It didn’t matter how good his touch felt or how much her heart hummed for his love. He had to stop this before he destroyed everything in both of their lives.
"I don’t care," he snarled, jerking her against him, causing her to gasp.
Vic ruthlessly took the small opening in her defenses. Sapphire's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his lips crash against hers. The hot, sweet taste of his mouth filled hers, pulling her under its intoxicating current.
His lips moved over hers almost vengefully. Slow, steady, and deep. He tasted like madness and freedom. A type of relentlessness that told her with each stroke of his silken tongue against hers that she would never get away from him, that he would never stop. Kissing him, she was forced to ride the wave of desire he punished her with, and she lost herself. Nothing else began to matter. He was owning her with the furious strokes of his tongue and harsh bites of her lips.
His hands began to move, sliding up her shirt, making her tremble as he traveled slowly upward, gliding over her soft curves and stopping under the bare weight of her breasts. Sapphire jerked against him and Vic groaned with a curse as he cupped her with both hands.
She couldn't stop the moan from escaping. All she could do was feel his masterful hands work against her as he greedily covered her mouth once more, swallowing the little sounds he was causing. His fingers teased her nipples. Gentle one moment and cruel the next. Releasing her mouth, Vic watched her with manic need lighting his eyes as she moaned and writhed in grasp.
The bed hit the back of her legs and she stiffened. Wildly, she looked up at Vic, shaking her head. "Vic! Don't do this. Please."
Vic did not listen. Taking another step forward, he pushed her backward until she had no choice but to sit on the bed. Her mind scrambled to take in her options. If she could turn, she could try and crawl to the other side and maybe run for the door and-
Her thoughts were cut off by the feel of Vic's hands clasping her shirt. Without preamble, he hoisted the material up and over her head with a whoosh, forcing her to raise her arms. Now wearing only her panties, Sapphire tried to cover her breasts but Vic was already kneeling down to her level and reaching for her arms.
His eyes were black now, searing through her. Gripping her knees, he pulled her forward. "Let me taste you once more," he urged.
This was agony. Exquisite agony. Her mind was screaming for her to run, to kick out do anything, but sit here trembling like a rabbit in a wolf's snare. But how could she? How could she run and make it past him? Looking into Vic's burning dark eyes, she swallowed the lump of fear in her throat and tried again.
"No, Vic," she winced at the weakness in her own voice. She had wanted to sound firmer. With her hands covering her breasts, she tried closing her legs and pulling out of his grip. "We can't. I won't let you ruin what-" her words were cut off by a clipped cry.
With a tug, Vic forced her onto her back and grabbed at her last defense. The pink panties were ripped down her legs and thrown somewhere on the floor. She watched as he bowed his head, his glossy black hair falling forward and obstructing one of his eyes. Holding her firmly by her thighs, he held her in place and just stared at the sight before him. Sapphire twisted under his heavy gaze, her body brimming with traitorous tingling need.
