Forever My Love(101)
"I don't give a damn how you feel," she gasped, writhing against him in the darkness. "Liar. You knew what you were doing." "Let me go—"
"—holding yourself just outof reach," he said unsteadily. "You can play your games… but I won't let him have you… I won't let anyone—"
"You're mad," she choked, and then as she realized the extent of his wrath, she changed her tactics abruptly, trying to plead with him, trying to soothe him. "Alec… please, have you forgotten where we are? Remember… what we said to each other…" Her frantic struggles slowed as she felt his muscled thighs press against hers, his powerful arms subdue her. "I wasn't playing a game," she said, fighting to stifle a moan as she felt the fiery heat of his masculinity pulsing between her legs, burning between their clothes. "Alec, you've got to stop…" Her face was almost pressed into the strong column of his throat, and she was light-headed with the scent of his skin. "I can't think, and you don't know what you're doing—"
"Nothing has changed," he said hoarsely, pressing every inch of his body against hers, his hands tighten-ing around her wrists. "I knew I could forget about you… I knew it would only take time… but it's only worse now, it's worse than before… and some nights I want you so badly I can taste you, I can feel you, even though it's someone else I'm holding—"
"Oh, stop… don't say anything else," Mira groaned, tears welling in her eyes. The thought of him holding someone else, making love to someone else, made her want to die. "I don't want to know. I don't want to care. You've got to let me go—"
"I need you. I've needed you for months… and what we had—"
"We're never going to have that again."
"I damn well am… I'm going to have you now," He crushed his mouth over hers, his body pressing her back against the wall even as she tried to shrink away, and he forced her lips open, plundering her hungrily. She refused to respond, tearing her mouth away from his and gasping frantically. "You're mine," he muttered, his lips hot against her throat. "How can you deny it, when even I can't?… Don't lie to me… dammit, don't turn away from me."
She fought him until his mouth found hers once more, and then suddenly she couldn't move as she was flooded with warmth, and she gave a helpless sob… she was born for this, for him… it would be a lie to deny it. Weakly she tilted her head and yielded herself to him, her lips parting as his tongue feathered against hers. He felt her response and groaned with relief, easing the crushing pressure on her body. Breathing heavily, he lifted his mouth from hers and stared at her clenched fists, which were trapped in his own.
Something in his expression changed, and a curious shock went through Mira as she felt his lips brush against her hands. He nipped at the fragile skin over her knuckles, and his tongue flickered in the crevices between her fingers. She made a shuddering sound, her heart slamming inside her chest, her fingers slowlyuncurling. The warmth of his mouth moved over her throbbing palms, and he freed her wrists to gather her against him. She was stiff against him for a few seconds, knowing she should refuse him, knowing that she would regret what was about to happen. But as Alec looked down at her, she saw the desperation in his gaze, and she was lost. Slowly she slid her arms around his neck, pulling his dark head down to hers.
"Mira…"he whispered, and their mouths opened and fused together, tasting, moving, stroking ardently in a physical expression of love. Blindly Alec sank his hands into her hair, pulling out the pins, clenching his fingers in the mane of thick skeins. Every other reality, every other passion, was gone, as if there had never been anyone else but her. Mira wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing him total access to her mouth, her body. Perhaps she did not deserve the rapture of this, but she needed it, she could have it, if only for the next few minutes, and she would take it without hesitation. They kissed and touched with blistering ferocity, taking and receiving, melding together urgently. She felt his hands tugging at her clothes so roughly that they were in danger of tearing, and she didn't care.
He freed her shoulders from the bodice of her dress and pressed his mouth into the vulnerable shallows near the slope of her neck, flaming, greedy, probing. Mira froze in a state of bewildered pleasure, and then she turned her face into the ebony silk of his hair as his head bent over her. There were no longer any pretenses, no questions, nothing except honesty: they wanted each other, neither of them could resist it… neither of them wanted to.