Claiming His Secret Son(35)

He could swear he heard a crack as loud as a sonic boom. It was his control snapping.

He thrust up into her, invading her molten tightness, sheathing himself inside her to the hilt in one fierce stroke. Her scream felt as if it tore out of his own lungs. The very sound of unbearable pleasure, as his bellow had been.

On the second thrust he roared again and staggered with her to the bed, flinging their entwined bodies on it, loving her squeal as the impact emptied her lungs, then again as his weight crushed her next breath out of her.

He rose between the legs clamped over his back, holding her feverish eyes, tethering her head with a hand twisted in her hair, the other nailing her down by the shoulder.

Her swollen lips trembled over her anguished demand. “Do it, do it all to me.”

He obeyed, pounding her, each ram wrenching from their bodies all the searing sensations they could experience or withstand.

Her shrieks of ecstasy rose until she mashed herself into him and he felt her shatter around him. Her inner flesh gushed hot pleasure over him, her muscles wrenching at his length in a fit of release. He rode the breakers of her orgasm in a fury of rhythm, feeding her frenzy.

“Come with me...”

He did, burying himself to her womb and surrendering to the most violent orgasm he’d ever known even with her, filling her with his essence in jet after excruciating jet.

Following the cataclysm, he couldn’t separate from her. Couldn’t imagine he ever would. He had to have her like this always, fused to his flesh through the descent, feeling her aftershocks and fulfillment.

He didn’t think anything of her receding warmth until she shivered. Frowning, he rose off her to reach for the covers, groaning at the pain of separating from her body.

Securing her under them with him wrapped around her for extra warmth, he smiled in possession and satisfaction down at her. “I take it you’ve decided to take my deal?”

“No. This was actually the closure we both needed before I told you that I won’t.”

His hands, which had been caressing her back and buttocks, stilled. Her eyes were unwaveringly serious. She wasn’t teasing or resisting. She meant this.

Then she told him why. “I can’t have you in my life and hope it would remain normal. I’ve struggled too long and too hard, have too many people who depend on me to introduce your disruptive, destructive element in my life. I’m the pillar of my family and if you damage me, and I’m sure you will, everything will come crashing down. I won’t have that.”

Rising to look at her, he felt he’d turned to stone inside and out as she watched her rising, too.

“For closure to be complete, so we’d never have any loose ends tangling us in each other’s lives, I’m also here to have everything out once and for all. It’s the only way we could both finally let each other go. For good this time.”





Seven

Richard let Isabella leave his side, a jagged rock in his throat. This felt real. And final.

Anything he did now to stop her would have to be true coercion. And no matter that he was losing his mind needing her, and she’d proved again she needed him as much, overpowering considerations had made her decide to quell that need. He could force her. But he couldn’t. He had to have her not only willing, but unable to live without having him.

He watched her careful progress to the bathroom in only her sandals, what had remained on all through. She soon exited and, without looking at him, bent to pick up her panties, dropping them again when she realized they were ruined before walking out. Pulling on his pants, he followed her as she retraced and reversed her stripping journey.

Once beside the pool, she sat on the couch where they’d almost made love the first night and looked at him.

And the way she did...as if he was everything she wanted but could never have.

Before he charged her and overrode her every misgiving, her subdued voice stopped him in his tracks.

“I’ll start.” She stopped to swallow, her averseness to coming clean clearly almost overwhelming. “I’ll tell you everything. My side of the story. But only if you promise you’ll reciprocate and tell me the whole truth, too.”

“What if I promise, and you tell me everything I want to know, but I don’t deliver on my end of the bargain?”

Her shoulders jerked dejectedly. “I’d do nothing. I can do nothing anyway. The first truth I have to admit is that I am at your mercy. The imbalance of power between us is incalculable. I have so many vulnerabilities while you have none. You can force me to do anything you want.”

He made her feel this way? Defeated? Desperate? He’d thought she needed his chase before she gave in to what she’d wanted all along. But if she truly hated it, this was as insupportable, as abhorrent, to him as when she’d thought he could harm her.