The blood rushed to his groin as he lifted her into his arms and carried her towards his old bedroom. The one she’d chosen the day before.
This is madness. She knows this is madness. We don’t have to end this over something so foolish. As long as I can prove she still wants me too. That’s all that really matters here.
He placed her on her feet, held her waist and looked into amber eyes, dark with arousal. ‘We can fix this in the morning,’ he said, his voice hoarse. He would figure out a way if it killed him. ‘But for now I want to do what we do best.’
It wasn’t really a question but she nodded anyway. And his heart leapt in his chest.
This isn’t over. Not yet.
* * *
Yes, I want you. I want this. I don’t want to leave.
The heat plunged low in Ally’s abdomen, rebounding in her sex.
Just take me to bed and let’s forget, for tonight at least.
She shuddered, her body alive with too much sensation, as his hands skimmed over her bottom and lifted her dress. He dragged her into his embrace, until the thick evidence of his desire rubbed against the soft, liquid warmth flooding between her thighs.
She didn’t see how they could fix this. But for now all she wanted to do was feel, because it might be her last chance.
His thumbs edged under the legs of her panties. He cupped her bottom in hard hands.
‘I can’t go slowly. Is that okay?’ he asked, his voice full of an urgency that only made her more desperate.
‘Yes,’ she said, her sex already clutching and releasing, desperate to feel that thick length inside her, one last time.
‘Bien.’ He found the hammering pulse in her neck with firm lips.
She clung to him, trying to dispel the fear, and the sadness.
She jumped at the sound of rending fabric as he ripped away her panties, and her senses soared. The turmoil of emotions forgotten, as giddy shock became giddy excitement.
He turned her round and bent her over the bed.
Her thighs quivered as she heard him release himself from his pants. Large hands positioned her, skimming over her hips, brushing her bottom, then the huge head of his erection notched at the slick seam of her sex.
She jerked, shocked by the need coursing through her like wild fire as he impaled her in one slow thrust.
‘Always so wet for me, Madame LeGrand,’ he said, but the tone sounded rough, and raw.
She groaned as he filled her to the hilt, the penetration from this angle so deep what had been overwhelming before became devastating.
He began to rock, out and back, going deeper, taking more. She gripped the coverlet, trying to anchor herself for the heavy thrusts, trying to control the depth of penetration. Her muscles contracted, pushing her towards that high wide ledge, but his movements only became more frantic, the pleasure refusing to subside.
His thumb found her swollen clitoris, sending her soaring, shattering, flying again. Her shocked sobs matched his deep guttural groans.
One large callused palm found her breast, ripping away the silk of her dress, the confining lace of her bra, until hot skin found hot skin. Freed, the stiff peak engorged under his relentless caresses, driving her even higher as he sank deeper and deeper inside her.
The sound of sex, graphic and basic, the cries of pleasure and passion, filled the room, the sensations dazzling and disorientating.
She crashed over one final time and fell to earth. He grew even larger inside her, the hot seed pumping into her as he shouted out his fulfilment.
She collapsed onto the bed.
The shaking began as he eased out of her.
‘Are you okay?’ he said, his gruff voice rippling through her in the darkness.