Chapter 18
Will wiped his mouth on his dinner napkin and then tossed it onto the table.
“Come to bed with me, Elle.”
I gave him a smile and batted my lashes just a little, knowing it was something he liked.
“As soon as you tell me what I want to know.”
He jumped up and swept me into his arms, heading through the hall to the staircase.
“On the way up. Ask me quickly.”
“Why six? And why military trained soldiers?”
“I would have nothing less,” he said.
I kissed his neck as he climbed the stairs.
“Go on, Will. Tell me more.”
So connecting the dots for me, he outlined the level of violence taken against other families like mine in the past.
“Understand me, Elle. These people are no different than any other vile extremists.”
I swallowed hard, then nodded.
“You have daggers. Why do you have them?” I whispered.
I’d noticed him packing two in his bag before our flight.
He ignored my question.
“Please. I want to know.”
“Do you?”
“Yes, tell me.”
We hit the first-floor landing, and he let me down to walk.
“A bullet would be merciful. I can’t have that, not when it comes to you.”
A dangerous energy vibrated through him, and God help me, his darkness captivated me.
“Don’t ask me about that kind of shit again,” he added.
“Okay,” I promised.
When we made it inside his bedroom, he kicked the door shut and pinned me against it, taking my mouth hard with his.
No one had ever kissed me so fiercely. I’d never known passion as powerful as his or that it could be expressed in a kiss.
I wanted his power. I wanted to breathe it into my soul.
He tossed his jacket, and I quickly unbuttoned his shirt, tugged it off his shoulders, and dragged my lips over his chest. He grabbed my hair, twisting it around his fingers, using it to draw me back to his mouth.
“I need to be inside you. I’m mad for you, Elle.”
The way he said my name completely unmade me. I spun around and lifted my hair, so he could unzip me. Goose bumps raised on my back in a trail as he kissed me there while letting down the zipper.
He grasped my shoulders and turned me back to face him.
My dress fell to the floor around my feet, and I stood there, weak with anticipation, desperate for him to touch me, wearing only my lacy bra and panties.
He stared, his eyes lingering, sliding up and down my body.
Blood rushed to my cheeks, making me blush.
He growled my name again, and the blood rushed down from my face to between my thighs. I was out of my mind for him. I wanted his skin on mine. More than want…it was a need…an ache that began while he was away in London.
I stepped out of my shoes and pooled dress, anchored my arms around his neck, and melted against his body, inhaling the warm, sensual scent that lived at the base of his throat.
His full bottom lip caught my attention. I lifted on my tiptoes and nipped at it.
“Seven fucking years, Elle. That’s how long I’ve wanted you. It never faded with time. I swear, you’re a witch.”
I teased him with a wicked smile.
“Maybe so, but here I am with you now.”
With that, he had nothing more to say. He abruptly moved our bodies as one, gracefully, like a predator stealing its prey, putting my back against the wall and his erection against my bare stomach.
A guttural vibration in his chest rose and stuck in his throat.
Capturing my wrists, holding them in one hand above my head, he dragged his other hand from my lips down to my thigh as he kissed me so brutally.
I moaned into his mouth.
Because his kiss hurt. And because I loved it.
A picture fell off the wall, but he instinctively batted it away before it hit me. It crashed to the floor, glass shattering.
As he lifted me to carry me to his bed, I locked my legs around his waist.
He sat at the foot of the bed with me straddling his lap and pulled me tightly against his erection, then he grabbed my hair again and kissed me until we shared one beautiful, ragged breath.
I bit his neck.
He jerked away, tossed me up on the bed, and prowled on his hands and knees up my body.
Will’s weight was crushing me, so I pushed against his chest, digging my nails into him. He lifted himself and supported his weight just slightly above me.
His lips slid down my neck, to my breasts, and he sucked and pulled on my nipples through my bra with his teeth. Then his kissed my mouth again while dragging his fingers down the front of my body, stopping at my panties.
With a quick, powerful tug, he snapped the side string.
I cried out as he pushed his fingers inside me.
“That’s my good girl…wet and tight,” he said.
He pleasured me the way he had on the plane, his fingers moving in and out, his thumb circling and pressing. He pushed me higher and higher by increasing the intensity.
Another cry burst out of me and onto his mouth as I came.
“I need you, baby,” he said.
His words, his movements, they were desperate but controlled. He forced himself to be still and waited with burning eyes for my response.
That growl still waiting at the back of his throat vibrated.
“Yes,” I whispered.
But the word screamed inside my head over and over. Because he made me feel, made me want. Because my soul was no longer alone.
I reached down to get his trousers out of the way, and as soon as his erection was free, I wrapped my fingers around him, sliding my hand up and down his hard length.
He groaned, a throaty sound of pleasure and torment.
My bra snapped away as he unhooked it. He captured my hands to confine them above my head again. He spread my legs wide with his knee.
My body responded wildly to his touch. His mouth teased my skin, and I arched against it. I moaned. I pleaded. But instead of entering me, he slid his hand down and pushed his fingers inside me again.
“Will, I need you now. Inside me. Please,” I begged.
He shut my mouth with another kiss, then bit my earlobe.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
Will was a big man. Every part of him. He was the very definition of power. And in comparison, I was small and maybe even a little delicate. But I really didn’t care. If he hurt me at first, it would be good pain.
“Please, please, Will.”
He smirked, obviously pleased with my desperation, released my wrists, and then he kissed his way down my body. Heat surged through me. He gripped my hips and drew me to his mouth, burying his face between my thighs.
“Oh god,” I cried out.
As he intensified the pleasure, I panted. I pulled his hair. And as my body shattered, fragmenting into billions of pieces against his mouth, I screamed out his?—
He shoved inside me with a fierce thrust, his mouth covering mine, swallowing his name as it left me.
But he didn’t thrust again. He buried his face in my hair while his body shuddered. He cursed against my neck and then kissed me there.
God, he filled me completely, his throbbing erection like a second heartbeat within my body.
Will lifted his head and met my eyes. His fiery blue stare burned into my very core. Then, lowering his face to my shoulder, he wrapped me up tightly in his arms.
“Christ…fucking Christ,” he said.
I clung to him with all that I had, and when he started to move inside me, slowly, stretching me, I cried out again.
But damn him. He had commanded my full surrender while holding back, so I arched up against his slow thrusts and writhed beneath him, pushing him to let go of more.
“I don’t want you to hold back, Will.”
With that, he covered my mouth with his, kissing me with the same intensity as before…but it was also different.
“I’ll take everything from you,” he said.
I kept my eyes locked on his and nodded.
“Do it.”
And then he pushed deeper inside me and drove harder, faster, filling me over and over.
It was intense. Our connection was intense. It burned away everything we had been, and we became something more. Something we could have never been just as individuals.
We were remade.
Another unexpected orgasm tore through me.
I shouted his name again, against his lips. My body and my soul shattered a third time. Only ever for him.
His body tensed, and he lifted his head, throwing it back. A growl broke loose from his throat and became a roar. His breath was heavy as he collapsed his weight onto me and burrowed into my hair again.
Once he calmed down, he kissed the birthmark on my neck, kissed my butterfly. Then he whispered hoarsely by my ear.
“I’ll never let you go, baby. Not ever.”
I lay there beneath him, breathless, speechless.
He rolled onto his back and pulled me to his chest.
Will now owned my body. He possessed my soul. And he did both of those things with strength and authority but also with tenderness.
A minute later, his tone changed, catching me off guard.
“Elle, the same rules apply here. You will not leave this house without me or my permission.”