Gifted Connections: Book 2(101)

“No.” I felt my anger rising once more when he went to put me down. I wrapped my legs tighter around him now. “I’m not going to let you continually push me. I know you have demons. We all do, but I’m not letting you run from them anymore. If you need to get lost in anyone, you should be getting lost with me.”

He ground his hips against me, so I could feel his large arousal. “Blake,” he tried to say in a calm voice. “You have no clue what you’re asking. You are young and tiny. I’ll break you.”

“Then break me,” I muttered as I grabbed his manhood in my hand.

He growled once more. “Knock it off, Blake. I don’t want hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” I said as I reached up to take his mouth with mine, cupping his jaw with one hand and stroking his manhood with the other.

“Blake,” he snarled. “Remember, you asked for this.” I could see the slightly wild look in his eyes, but his inner beast still didn’t scare me. I could feel him fumbling with his pants with one hand as he cupped my rear with the other.

I heard the tearing of my spanks before he was there. I almost cried out in pain as he drove into me. He sucked in a deep breath as if cold water was doused on him.

“Shit, Blake, I’m sorry, dammit,” he muttered as he stilled.

I don’t know how long he stood there, but finally I felt the pain recede and I moved my hips against him.

“We should stop,” he quietly said and tried to pull away from me once more, tried to lift me off him.

“No,” I begged him as I slowly sank down on him further. My eyes widened when I realized he hadn’t even entered me all the way. “Be with me,” I begged him.

He kissed my lips with a pent-up passion he had never shown me. I could feel myself responding to him and my desire elevated. I rocked against him once more. Taking more of him. I waited for my body to adjust to him.

“Shit, Blake,” he hissed. “You’re so damn tight.”

“Be with me,” I repeated to him, when I knew he was completely in me.

He growled low in his throat before he drove up into me. I gripped his shoulders trying to hold onto him. He was like an unleashed beast as he continued to push in and out of me.

“I can’t last much longer,” he said in a pained voice.

I continued to rock against him, feeling my own tension build in me. He roared above me as I frantically moved against him, finding my own release. I screamed in abandon, knowing someone would have to be standing directly outside of the door to hear me. The music downstairs drowned out my cries.

I was physically trembling at my release. My hands and feet numb.

He took a few steps back and stumbled to the couch in his office. He began to fervently kiss me all over my face. “I’m so sorry, Blake. I was too rough.”

“No, you weren’t,” I insisted. “Plus, I asked for it.” I tried to joke.

He groaned. “I’m a monster and you should stay away from me.” When I looked at the bleakness in his eyes, I could see that he truly believed that.

I sat back and took his face in my hands kissing him with all my pent-up emotions. I didn’t know the right words to say to him, but I wanted to show him that he was mine, demons, monsters, and all.



When I woke up the next morning I was in Remy’s bed. We had walked back here before the party had even ended and explored each other all night. His room was the only room that was completely furnished. I stretched and noticed the pain and soreness I felt, but I didn’t mind. I rolled over and didn’t find him beside me any longer. I sat up with the blanket clutched to my chest.

I was pleasantly surprised to find out I wasn’t hung over or feeling any residual side effects from drinking last night. Remy had plied me with plenty of water and some Tylenol before we finally fell asleep.

I looked around and wondered where he had gone. His room was by far my most favorite room. It was made up of mostly glass, the sheer white curtains revealed the city’s landscape beyond. Up here it felt like I was the only person in the world.

Remy opened the French doors as he walked back in the room. He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and white t-shirt. He had two coffees in his hands, and I could see the tension was back in his face and body. He took my duffel bag and put it at the foot of the bed. He sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, handing me my coffee.

“Why didn’t you tell me about yesterday morning?” he asked with his eyebrows knitted. His blue-grey eyes pinning me with his intense stare.

I frowned and shrugged. “I thought you knew. I texted you yesterday and you never responded.”

He sighed and rubbed his face wearily. “Get dressed. We’re leaving in 15 minutes.” He said before getting up and leaving the room.

I growled in frustration. After last night, I thought we had taken steps forward, now I felt like we had taken gigantic steps back. We were further then where we started. Part of me wanted to refuse, but the other part of me knew this was important.

I got up and padded naked to his ensuite bathroom. I turned on the shower, and then turned back to pin my hair up. Some of the waves had returned, but they were still manageable. I didn’t want to wash it if I didn’t have to. I took a quick shower, using his soap, before I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and put on a light coating of makeup.