Fable of Happiness (Fable 2) - Page 108

Grabbing his wrist, I yanked his fingers out of me.

His nostrils flared, and his face turned dark with fury, but that was the last I saw as I swooped up, snatched him by the T-shirt, and hauled him into the bath.

“What the—?” He splashed in behind me, fully clothed, spluttering and wiping his face free from water. The bath was big, but it still felt tight and intimate as I struggled to turn to face him.

For a few heartbeats, he let me struggle, slipping on the smooth surface of the bath, trying to twist to be close to him. He stretched out until his legs slipped on either side of me, forming a cradle for me to float in.

I wanted to spin, unbuckle his jeans, and sink down on him like I had in the library.

I wanted to finish what we’d started there. We could both come this time. Together.

But just as I got purchase and fought to face the right way, his heavy hands landed on my hips, keeping me exactly where I was. My back to his front. His nose buried in my hair and nuzzling my nape.

I shuddered as his fingers dug into my hips, bruising me and sending greedy need whizzing through my blood. His breathing was feral and gruff as he cleared his throat, struggling with the intensity lashing us together.

“I need to know one thing. Just a single thing and then there’s no going back.”

I shivered as his large hands slid away from my hips and grabbed handfuls of my ass, jerking me back into his groin. He ground his erection against me, the seam of his jeans rough in the water.

“Ask me,” I panted, tingling with desire, totally drunk on every part of him. His smell, his touch, his voice, his control.

“Is this a trick? Are you fulfilling what you told me in the conservatory?” He rocked against me, shoving me high until my breasts broke the surface of the water. “Are you giving me your body all so you can steal my heart? Because I should warn you, it’s already yours. You don’t need to play games. I’m sick of fucking games. If you want to teach me heartbreak, you’ve already succeeded in wrapping me around your finger. I already know what it feels like to want you so much I’d rather die than let you go. I’m prepared to keep you here against your will because I can’t stand the thought of you leaving me.”

He bit my ear and slid his right hand to my belly. With aching, tantalizing slowness, he dropped his touch until he once again fingered my pussy. Shallow this time, he dipped in just to his knuckle, ensuring I was well and truly entranced and seduced in every sense.

“I want you, Gemma. I think I’ve wanted you my whole fucking life, but I’m aware that I’m not good for you. I’m not worthy of you. And if I know that, then you must surely agree.” His voice caught, thickening to a savage growl. “So tell me now and put me out of my misery. Tell me that this is all a trick to make me love you because I won’t survive if I believe you might actually—”

“Want you?” I groaned as his finger slid deeper into me.

“Yes,” he breathed, nipping my ear, his broken arm moving upward until his hand cupped my breast and squeezed. His right hand stayed between my legs, rubbing my sensitive clit, keeping me completely at his mercy.

“It’s not a trick, Kas.” I cried out as he pinched my nipple.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not.” I went taut beneath him as he massaged my breast painfully. “I’m not playing games. I’m not trying to hurt you. I truly want you inside me.”

“Jesus Christ.” His hands vanished from my body, fumbling against my lower back as he ripped his zipper down and unbuttoned his sodden jeans.

He choked with lust as he shoved them down as far as he could and wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me up his body. “I’m sorry.” He moaned as if he still believed he wasn’t worthy of touching me, as if he was infectious and dirty and so many awful things.

And then, he speared up.

His cock slipped between my legs and sank deep inside me. In one thrust, he impaled himself to the hilt, and I flopped backward, boneless and taken, splayed out over his chest with my hands locking around the lips of the bath.

I had no words. No thoughts. I was just sensation. Stretched and claimed and wide open for his pleasure.

He groaned low and deep as he rocked up and his hands went back to their chosen locations, one on my breast and the other between my legs, right where we were joined.

He didn’t speak as he thrust up again, hitting parts of me he hadn’t hit before.

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