Page 104 of Where Wild Hearts Dance
I release a long-held breath and it’s chased by an entirely uncontrolled moan. Instead of taking that as permission to continue, he pauses as if soaking up the moment, absorbing it into his being. The seconds drag until it is all close to unbearable. Without thinking, I lick the palm of his hand. He rewards me by stroking his fingers over my clit. It is achingly slow, as if he’s memorizing my sex from every angle.
I shift my hips forward until I’m pressing into his hand. He responds by thickening his grip on my mouth, but then gives me what I want and pushes two long, thick fingers inside my heat. I tighten around him, ensuring I can feel every stroke and glide of the tips, and his touch lights me up everywhere.
The air in the room is thick with arousal—his and mine—and it dawns on me what he’s doing. He knows Ihate the reason he imprisoned me in the basement of Arena, but he also knows that what he did to me down there… Iloved it. And he knows I don’t know how to feel about that. I feel ashamed to have enjoyed it, but I yearn for him to take that control again. He knows Ishouldbe avoiding him, but he also knows Ican’t. This is why he’s here. He's giving me no choice, just the way I need it to be.
The rhythm is torturous. His fingers caress me back and forth, then play my clit like an instrument. He pinches it tightly then rubs my arousal around, soothing it until I’m humming for release.
Softly, he removes the hand from my mouth and pulls my hair back over my shoulder tilting my head to the right giving him access to the skin at my nape. He licks it gently then paints a line of hot, wet kisses all the way to my shoulder. A reckless shiver ghosts over my spine.
Knowing I’m now unlikely to scream, he withdraws his hand. In the darkness, the sound of a zipper releasing fills the air and my pulse races. I grind against his fingers giving him silent permission to enter me.
The movement of his fingers doesn’t falter once as he pulls himself out of his boxers and drags the head of his cock along the crevice of my bottom. My eyes almost roll back in my head at the prospect of what’s to come.
I need him to fill me to the brim. I want him to make me his, in every possible shadowy, shameful and dirty way. I want his darkness. I want his wild.
My head falls forward and I rest it against the wall, still chasing his fingers as they stroke me into a frenzy. I’m on the edge, about to tip over, when his cock slides beneath the fabric of my negligee and into the arousal pooling between my legs. It slips back and forth, stimulating my clit along with his fingers. An untethered moan falls from my lips and my thighs tremble.
Just as I think he might give me what I need, the crown of his cock moves backward and presses against my other opening. My eyelids ping open, seeing nothing but shadows. He dips his fingers into my heat and uses my arousal to lubricate my entrance. I tense, stiffly, but his skilled fingers work my opening until I feel able to relax. Then he angles his cock perfectly and pushes the head inside.
Breath is dragged from my lungs. I’ve never felt anything like it. He continues to massage my clit and push his fingers inside to caress a spot that splits me apart, but I’m hyper aware of his cock stretching another part of me wide open.
His breaths grow short and heavy, making it clear what this is doing to him. His unwavering control is being challenged. This motivates me to push my ass backward, taking him another inch. A hoarse breath scratches his vocal cords and he presses his lips harshly to my throat. He keeps his right hand between my legs, coaxing me into a state of oblivion while his left finds mine pressed into the wall. Just as the white heat unfurls across my core, he threads his fingers through mine and thrusts a little. The pressure it unravels lights up everycell in my body and I come hard with his fingers deep inside me. The tremors roll right through my bones, tightening the muscles in my ass and tugging at the sensitive skin at his crown. I hear another rasping moan and he jerks into my back opening, flooding me with heat.
His chest molds itself around my back as we convulse for what feels like a full minute. By the end of it, we’re both out of breath and sticky with sweat. He glides his lips from the base of my throat to my ear, then sucks the soft lobe between his lips. I want to turn my head and catch his lips in mine but I don’t. It would break the spell. It would mean I’d walk out of here knowing with absolute clarity what I’ve just done, and the shame will engulf me.
The one thing that will save my sanity is the ambiguity. It’s easier to live with the thought I just consented to let a stranger fuck me in a darkened room, than the thought that I returned to the man who abducted me, insisted I couldn’t be trusted, then made me come against my will.
The truth stings like the whack of a belt. I just gave him a different version of my virginity, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Deep down, we both know.
We both know we’ve crossed a line so raw and so intimate, that despite whatever comes next, there is no turning back.
I stagger back along the corridor to the suite in a daze. The same daze I fell into as Benito tore off his shirt and wiped me clean, then stepped back to let me walk past him and out of the room.
I take a deep breath that does nothing to snap me out of the trance I’m in, then open the door. Bambi is playing some game on her phone but Trilby and Sera look up. From the looks of the pins and rollers in Trilby’s hair, Sera’s work was done a while ago.
“Where’ve you been?” Sera asks with wide eyes. “France?”
I stare at her, blankly.
“The champagne, Tess,” she continues. “Did you get it?”
“I—” My spine trembles, my blood hot, shame creeping across the surface of my skin. The space between my ass cheeks feels like it just went through three rounds in a boxing ring but my clit issinging. I have to work hard to drag my focus back to Sera’s question. “No. I couldn’t find it.”
She jumps to her feet and I’m expecting an exasperated huff but instead she beams at me. “Don’t worry, I’ll go get us a bottle from the bar. Back in a sec!”
As the door closes I pan back to Trilby and notice she has a brow raised.
“Are you okay?” Her tone is doubtful.
“I’m fine,” I reply, monotone. “I just couldn’t find it.”
“Looks like you found other stuff though,” shegrins, and it’s only then I realize Benito must have picked up the chips I dropped and shoved them into my arms as I left.
“Oh yeah.” I stare at the bags like they came from Mars and pass them to Trilby who rips them open and shoves literal handfuls into her mouth.
I sit at the window and watch the sunrise over swaying palms, my negligee pooled around my hips. It’s five a.m., the room is cool with conditioned air, and I’m barely clothed, yet I still feel hot all over. I rest my head back against the window frame and close my eyes. I see nothing but a wall of shadows, but I can feel everything. My stomach liquifies as I recall the soft touch of his fingers and his hard penetration of an unfamiliar part of me. And my head reels at the realization that, yet again, I loved it.
