Page 40 of Corrupt Desires

“Emilia, love, as much as I want to continue sitting here with you on my cock until I get hard again, and I can pound into you more, I believe the car has stopped, and Aleks and Donovan are waiting for us.”

A blush creeps onto my face as I can only imagine they must have known exactly what was going on in the vehicle.

“OK, but what do we do about the mess between my legs?”

I realize too late that I’m not wearing any underwear to catch his release as it drips out of me.

James looks at me, possessiveness shining back at me as he says, “You’ll have to walk pretty quickly into the house, won’t you? I don’t mind showing these men exactly who you belong to as I drip down your legs.”

I look at him incredulously. I can’t help but feel completely owned in this moment.

And dammit if it doesn’t just turn me on more.

* * *

Plans long forgotten,the rest of the evening passed with more sex as we got lost in each other. I was so scared to lose this man before me, it was my complete undoing. Now, I’m desperate for him unlike anything I’ve experienced before. We started in the bed, then had some really fucking hot sex in the tub, and then James fucked me against the kitchen island before making us both a midnight snack.

Now, I’m laying in bed across his chest as he runs his hand up and down my back, both of us just content to be in the other’s presence.

“James?”

“Yes, love?”

“Do you truly love me? I know you said it before, but are you sure you actually love me? I know I can be a lot at times.”

James’s hand stills on my back, and his other hand reaches under my chin, tilting my face so I’m peering up at him.

“Emilia, I have loved you for a very long time. I have only grown to love you more these past few weeks. Please don’t ever doubt my love for you. Without you, I am nothing.”

“James… for what it’s worth, I love you, too.”

James closes his eyes for a second before looking down into my eyes, searching for a lie.

“Say it again.”

“I love you, James.”

“Fuck, Emilia.”

Before I can utter anything else, James flips us over so he’s hovering above me, and I feel against my stomach just how badly he wants me.

“You are my everything, Emilia. A weakness. But also my strength.” He grinds his erection into me, and I respond by wrapping my legs around his hips, rubbing myself against his hard length.

We spend the rest of the night and early morning hours exploring each other as we express with our bodies just how much we missed the other these past two weeks.

I love this man, and there is no stopping this feeling as my heart slowly mends itself back together. I’ll be damned if anyone tries to take this away from me.

Twenty-Eight

James

Jolting awake from sleep, my eyes dart around the room rapidly before landing on Emilia still sleeping in bed.Safe. She’s safe.

As Emilia and I were preoccupied last night, I forgot to take my sleep medicine, so of course the nightmares were back in full force. Every night it’s the same recurring nightmare. I wake up to Emilia gone from the bed, a blood trail leading from the bed to the hallway. I follow the trail to the front door where the blood trail ends at the driveway, and all I see are tail lights in the distance, fading away. Stolen. I run and run down the road until my lungs give out, but it always ends the same. She is taken and I am powerless to get her back.

I don’t discuss this with her, as I don’t want to even voice the possibility into the world. Lord knows she has enough on her plate, the last thing I want to do is to trouble her with my own issues.

I still can’t believe she uttered those three words to me, though. Emilia has a soft side, sure, but more than anything she’s stubborn to her core. For her to relinquish that part of her, to give into me completely, has my heart stuttering in my chest. I turn on my side to gaze upon her sleeping form, her face relaxed as she peacefully dozes. Every now and then her brows furrow, and it takes everything within me not to reach out and smooth the lines between her eyes.

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