Page 26 of For Love & Torture
Once we’re inside he turns to me, pressing my back to the closed door. “Grant, please.” I can’t take this kind of physical teasing. It’s just too much.
“Please, Bell. Please, come to my bed with me.” His heart is pounding as he asks me to sleep with him for the first time since that night. We’d had plenty of sex when he and I were training together, but never has he asked me to sleep with him. His forehead rests against mine. “Just for tonight. I just don’t want to be alone right now. I need to feel a body next to mine.”
And mine will do, I suppose.
I don’t say it out loud. But it does hurt the way he puts things sometimes. “Okay.”
He lets out a long sigh then his lips touch mine, sending raw desire through me. It’s the first time since our fallout that he’s kissed me. I want to protest and tell him this isn’t fair to do to me. But I melt into him instead. And when our lips part, I find myself saying, “Thank you.”
Pulling my hand, he leads me to his bedroom. It’s not a room I’ve ever been in. The one time he fell asleep with me was in the playroom. There’s a bed in there, and we’d had quite a long BDSM session, exhausting us both.
The moment he opens his bedroom door, I can smell him on the air inside the room. It’s dark chocolate brown with teal accents. Decadent is the only word I can use to describe the masculine vibe he’s created in the large room.
A huge four poster bed sits on the far side of the room. The wood of the posts house ornate carvings. There’s a complete set of living room furniture that sits in front of a giant television, which is anchored to the wall.
He picks something up off a tall table, and a fireplace lights up in the corner near the bed. Soft music comes from nowhere and everywhere all of a sudden.
“Nice.” That’s all I can come up with, I’m so impressed. But I’m also so afraid. So afraid that I’m allowing something to happen that will only scar my heart even more.
He stops at the end of his bed and turns to me. His hands move around to the back of my dress, and he unzips it. It falls in a heap at my feet, and he trails kisses along my neck as he unfastens my bra and pulls it off me.
Moving down my body, he pulls my panties off then presses his warm lips against my mound. A shudder runs through me.
I thought he said we weren’t going to have sex anymore.
His hands move up my leg as he comes back up, continuing on their path until they cup my breasts. I feel the tremble in them and put my hands over his. He needs me. He hasn’t said the words to me, but I know it. Something about dealing with his brother has him feeling weak and needy. This is a side he rarely shows. Even though I should stop this from going any further, I can’t help but be here for him—tortured soul and all. I love him and that love runs deeper than even I was aware of. “It’s going to be okay, Grant.”
“No, it won’t be.” His mouth moves over mine, taking my breath away as he moves his hands around my body, cupping my ass. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around him as he carries me to the bed and lays me down.
I lie there as he releases my mouth then he just gazes at me as I lie on top of the teal blanket that covers his bed. Little by little he starts taking off his clothes as I watch him, and he can’t seem to take his eyes off me.
With no idea what the hell this means for us, if there is an us, I wait to see what he’s going to do next. I can’t ever be sure what the man is going to do. He might fuck me, or he might just put my ass under the covers and hold me while we fall asleep. I’ll be good either way it goes. Right now he just needs comfort—in whatever form that may come—and foolish though I may be, I want to be the one to provide it.
When he’s totally naked, standing over me, with the golden glow of the fire’s light bathing him, he looks like an angel sent from above. I can’t stop myself, “My God, you’re a remarkable man, Grant Jamison.”
“I’m not the one who’s remarkable, Isabel Sanchez. You are. You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever known. And I hate you for it.”
Now, that’s not what I expected to hear at all.
Grant
Moving my body to cover hers, I whisper in her ear, “Damn you, Isabel. Damn you for making me feel things I never wanted to feel.” Her body is hot underneath mine as she lies perfectly still.
Her heart is pounding, and I can feel every beat with our chests pressed together as they are, her soft tits squished by my hard pecs. Her hands move through my hair as she pulls my head back to make me look at her. “I love you.”
Fuck her.
Fuck her for saying that to me. Fuck her for making me so fucking weak. I kiss her so fucking hard our teeth clash. Then I push her legs apart and thrust my hard cock into her without any further foreplay.
It sinks deep into her hot, throbbing cunt. I hate how wonderful it feels. How inviting her whole gorgeous body is to me. Only to me.
I hate it all.
As I plunge into her hard and furiously, I pull my mouth away and glare at her. “How are you doing this? How can you say shit like that to me? I don’t do a thing to deserve love from you or anyone,” I can hear my voice shaking with the emotions rolling through my entire body, and fuck her harder to chase them away. “Yet you continue to say those three words to me. How can you love me?”
With a soft stroke over my cheek, she smiles. “How can I not? I love you, Grant. I do.”
Looking into her deep brown eyes that have transformed into glassy pools of desire, pools of lust, pools of love even, I can feel my heart slipping. Slipping into the abyss that is love.
