Episode 213
LET’S GET IT ON
Emily
I have to tell him.
I have to tell River that I slept with Sebastian while he was away.
“Whatever you have to tell me can wait, Emily.” He cups my cheek, burning my flesh with his touch.
I lean into him, press my lips against the palm of his hand.
“Come upstairs with me,” he says. “To my suite. Let me make love to you. Let me show you how much I love you.”
I blink, taken aback by the intensity of his demand. The room spins as I try to formulate a response. But he’s looking at me with such desperation, such hope, that I find myself nodding.
Already I’m squirming with anticipation. With need.
And after I tell him…I may never be with him again.
“Okay,” I whisper, my heart pounding.
He catches my hand and leads me up the staircase to the second floor. I follow him willingly, yet as we approach his suite, a knot of guilt forms in my stomach.
When he pushes open the door to his room, I bite my lip, quickly glancing around before following him inside. It smells of him—spicy leather and outdoors. The scent I’ve grown to love as intensely as I love him.
He closes the door and locks it, and then…
My God. He simply looks at me, and it’s so powerful that I have to look away.
“Emily,” he murmurs.
I meet his gaze, my heart fluttering as he steps closer and pulls me into his arms.
I’m already unraveling, coming apart under his touch. Under his gaze.
This is not just want. This is need.
Still, the guilt eats at me like ivy creeping up an old stone castle.
“I can’t,” I say, voice trembling. “Not until you know.”
“I don’t care,” he says.
And my last thread of resolve dissipates into thin air.
“I don’t either,” I reply.
He grabs me and crushes our mouths together.
It’s not a kiss. It’s a claim. All heat and teeth, like he’s starving and I’m the only thing left to devour. His hands are rough, urgent, dragging me closer like he can’t stand a breath of space between us. I gasp, but he swallows it whole, his lips bruising, his tongue demanding.
There’s nothing tender in it—just raw need.
And God help me, I bloody burn for him.
I slide my fingers into his hair and tug him closer as he lifts me off the ground. He roams his hands over my body with a determined urgency that matches our desperate kisses.
He walks toward the bedroom, still carrying me, and kicks the door open.
“River,” I gasp against his lips, “You need to know—”
He cuts me off with another searing kiss, pushing me onto the bed and joining me a second later.
His hands are everywhere, stroking and caressing, leaving trails of fire wherever they touch.
Everything else fades away, including my guilt.
All that exists is River and this powerful connection between us.
Rustling sounds as clothes are stripped away and discarded. My heart pounds against my ribcage as though it might burst right out of my chest.
Heat builds between us like a raging inferno. It’s all-consuming, unstoppable, uncontrollable.
I reach for him, pulling him tighter against me as I surrender completely to our shared desperation.
He slides his hands down my side, over my hips, between my legs. “God, so fucking wet,” he rasps.
“For you,” I breathe.
“I love you,” he murmurs against my neck, nipping at the tender skin.
His words are a balm to my guilt-ridden soul, a promise of forgiveness even before I’ve confessed. He makes me feel loved, cherished, desired.
He lifts me again and we move toward the bed, our mouths fused together, our tongues dueling and tangling.
I wish this moment could last forever.
But it won’t.
Because no matter how much I lose myself in this, I still must face the inevitable. I have to tell him about Sebastian.
I break the kiss, swallow hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “River, when you were away…”
“Damn it, Emily, I told you I don’t fucking care!” He throws me on the bed and slaps my breast, leaving a pink mark.
Pleasure blooms beneath the pain as the sting blossoms through me.
He twists my nipple.
More pain.
And more pleasure.
“I’m going to fuck you. I know I said I’d make love to you, but I can’t wait, Emily. I’m going to fuck you hard. I’m going to fuck you fast. And then I’m going to make you come so hard that you’re going to forget all about some stupid thing you think you have to say to me.”
“But Riv—” Then words fail me as I gasp when he thrusts his cock into me.