Page 34 of Corrupt Desires

I tangle my hands in James’s hair, pulling him back slightly so I can find his lips in the dark. The kiss is hungry, desperate, and I’m falling head first into the feeling. James wraps his arms around me, his hands seeking my ass before he picks me up and sets me on the bed, never once breaking our kiss. My hands seek out the buttons on his shirt, eager to feel his skin on mine. Frustrated, I pop open the last few buttons, pulling his shirt from his pants and pushing it off his shoulders. I can’t get to his skin fast enough as my hands rove over his chest and abs, before venturing lower and feeling just how much he wants this, too.

James smiles against my lips before nipping my bottom lip, and I let loose a strangled moan.

“I’ve missed you, love,” he says between kisses along my jaw and neck, nipping gently here and there. The sensations are almost too much. I’ve been starved of it this past week, and I’m desperate for any connection I can find right now.

“I need you, James. Please.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

He lifts my arms and pulls my tank top over my head, his fingers immediately finding my breasts heavy with want.

“Fuck, these breasts are absolute perfection, you know that? These perfect, perky tits are all mine. All. Fucking. Mine.” He claims me with nips in between his words, rolling my nipples between his fingers and giving a little pinch that has me gasping as wetness floods my panties.

As I make quick work of his belt and pants, I chase the high that only James can give me.

We shed the rest of our clothes, finally skin on skin. The kisses become less urgent, a slow perusal as we get lost in each other. James skates his hands gently over my body, and I pull him back onto the bed over me. He places a knee between my legs, and I can’t help but to grind myself against him, needing the pressure against my clit.

It isn’t long before James pulls his knee away from me, leaving me writhing in desperation for him. He notches his cock at my entrance as I push up my hips, longing for him to finally fill me up completely. He pushes in slowly, eliciting soft moans that fall from my lips. I feel impossibly full like he might actually split me in two, but I love every second of it.

Pulling back agonizingly slow, he slides back in just the same. He’s tender in his actions, and my heart starts to panic. This feeling that’s creeping into my chest, it feels like more than just sex, but I push it from my mind, losing myself in the feeling.

“Fucking hell. You’re so god damn beautiful laid out beneath me. I could never get enough of you.”

His words light a flame in me, burning away any of the reservations I’ve previously had.

“I want you to fall apart for me, love.”

It’s as though his words are tied directly to this building pressure between my legs, and I soon fall over the ledge, back bowing from the bed in absolute ecstasy.

“Fuck, Emilia. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight.” James continues to stroke inside of me when his movements become choppy, and I know he’s close to his own release.

Grabbing both of his hips when he pulls out, I pull him quickly back into me, causing his thrust to slap against me.

“Just like that, that’s it.” His praise spurs me on as I dig my fingers into his flesh, his thrusts quickening at a maddening pace.

Just as I come again, he moans out his own release, falling onto one elbow until he’s hovering just above my lips. I quiver as the aftershocks run through my body, peering up at him through the hair that has fallen across his eyes.

He lays a gentle kiss to my lips, cradling my face tenderly as he does. The look in his eyes has me squirming beneath him.

“You don’t need to say anything back, but I love you, Em. When you feel lost at sea and can’t find your way back, I’ll be that light in the dark for you. I’ll always lead you back to where you belong. Anything you need is mine to give.”

My heart implodes at his words, but I can’t bring myself to utter those three words back to him. I feel that I probably feel the same in my heart, but I feel paralyzed to actually let them loose.

James pulls out of me and pulls me into his arms. I know he’ll give me time to process my feelings for him, and he won’t treat me any differently because of it.

As I start to drift off to sleep, I pull his arm closer around me and make a promise to myself. Whatever lies ahead, I swear to protect James from what awaits us.

I won’t lose another person I love to the Romanis.

Twenty-Four

James

The cool morning air drifts in through the bedroom windows, stirring me from my sleep. Emilia still sleeps in my arms, her breath lightly brushing my chest. The buzzing of my phone against the nightstand breaks the silence in the room.

Seeing Franklin’s name on the caller ID, I pick up on the third ring and hear Franklin shouting before I can get a word out.

“GET DOWN! JAMES! GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR NOW!”

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