Chapter 9 #3
As he pressed her deeper into the bookshelves, the front of her gown was caught between them at her waist. One large hand glided up her thigh in a leisurely caress that made her want to sob as her aching sex demanded he touch her—appease her need.
She was certain he knew the effect he was having on her, as his finger skimmed its way over the edge of her sex.
The caress made her shudder and whimper with a hunger that threatened to spiral out of control.
A low growl floated through the air as he slid first one finger, then two more inside her in an intimate caress that made her gasp before another moan blew past her lips.
His mouth nipped almost playfully at her earlobe, the warmth of his breath a fiery caress.
“You are mine. No other man will ever touch you again, do you understand?”
Harsh and fierce, his words were an invisible brand that marked her in a way that made her heart crash into her chest. A second later, it pounded wildly in her breast until every inch of her tingled with delight.
“Say it. Say you’re mine.” The command sent a shudder rippling through her as she hesitated. The order came again as he withdrew his fingers, and she released a low cry of protest.
“Oh God, please. Don’t tease me,” she pleaded, knowing her voice echoed with intense longing and hunger.
“Then unless you want me to leave you aching with need, say it.” The darkness in his voice made her tremble as she knew she was about to give up a piece of herself simply to have him continue touching her.
“Yes, I’m yours. I belong to no other man, only to you,” she rasped.
The moment her hoarse response filled the air, he stroked her hard, hitting a spot inside her that made her cry out in pleasure.
Immediately, his mouth silenced her sob of rapture.
Frantic to touch him, her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his trousers, and in seconds her hand was wrapped around him.
Deep from within his chest, a groan rumbled upward to vibrate against her lips.
Warm hands cupped her buttocks, and in a quick move, he lifted her up to thrust into her.
Swept along in a raging river of desire, she locked her legs around his waist, while her mouth frantically sought his.
Fast and furious, his fiery thrusts made her body tighten and clench around his hard thickness, desperate to make this moment last as long as possible.
With every stroke, he heightened and ignited a pleasure inside her that made her crave him in a way she never dreamed possible.
Hot and thick, he filled her with every deep thrust, and she’d never felt anything so glorious as his body possessing hers. With each stroke, the intensity of their joining sparked unfamiliar emotions inside her. All of it made her feel as if she’d never been alive until this moment.
It was as if her blood were a wildfire burning her from the inside out.
With each tantalizing second, a tidal wave of emotions lifted her up, then crested, carrying her toward shore at a blistering pace as his body pounded against hers in a wild rhythm of unbelievable passion.
With each hard, pounding stroke, he dragged her to a peak of pure bliss.
His harsh breaths and his small growls of pleasure echoed in her ears as he increased his feverish pace.
An incendiary euphoria swirled around her, making her want to sob and scream at the same time.
With a jerk, her body froze against his as she reached a height of ecstasy she’d never known existed.
She hovered there for a brief moment before she released a sharp cry, which he silenced with a passionate kiss while his body continued to slam into hers at a blistering pace.
Wild tremors coursed through her, and her body tightened around him just before her world exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors.
It was the most breathtaking state of being she’d ever experienced in her life.
A second later, a violent shudder vibrated out of him into her.
With one final thrust, he released a low, hoarse cry and throbbed inside her before burying his face in her neck.
They stayed like that for several moments, both of them trembling against each other.
God, how she wanted to remain in his arms like this forever.
The thought caused her heart to skip a beat.
Such a thing wasn’t possible, but it didn’t stop her from wishing it to be true.
Despite her desire to resist returning to the real world, she slid her fingers through his dark gold hair, reveling in the silky feel of it against her skin.
His warm lips moved against her neck, murmuring something unintelligible.
She couldn’t make out what he’d said, and as Theo raised his head, she touched the side of his cheek.
“What?” she whispered, unable to make out his words.
Theo ignored her silent query and set her down on her feet.
The instant their bodies were no longer joined, she was forced to suppress a cry of protest. She wanted to remain a part of him for just a little while longer.
Swaying on wobbly legs, Genevieve clutched at his arms to remain upright.
A soft sigh escaped her as Theo studied her with an odd expression on his handsome features.
In the back of her mind, a small voice whispered something, but she pushed it aside, unwilling to hear it, and smiled up at him.
“That was wonderful.” Her voice husky, she brushed her fingers across his mouth. Theo didn’t reply, instead, he jerked back from her and pulled her skirts down and straightened them before adjusting himself and closing up his trousers.
“Your dress looks like you’ve been engaged in a forbidden tryst—which you have,” he said in a grim voice. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Regret laced its way through his harsh words, and her heart sank. Had their lovemaking been little more than lust on his part? The question made her heart spasm in her chest with an emotion that terrified her. From somewhere deep inside, she heard mocking laughter.
Desperate to silence the sound, Genevieve told herself their lovemaking had been nothing more than a carnal release.
The taunting laughter became a voice that jeered at her for hiding from the truth.
Bending her head, she smoothed out her skirts, examining the wrinkles they’d suffered from her frenetic surrender to Theo’s touch.