Blasphemous (Torn #3)(5)
My lips barely opened when Bass crashed his lips against mine, hungry and ready to take action. He didn’t even give me a second to process what was going on. He just went on the attack, thirsting for his carnal longings to be quenched.
Bass devoured my lips with gusto while making these deep, animalistic, sounds that reminded me of a wild beast that needed to be unleashed. His entire body was fevered as he took care of his pants. While his lips and hands drugged me with lust, my mind was past caring about modesty since my body was now humming with anticipation when I felt his hand immediately move underneath my skirt, pushing it upwards while his other hand pushed my underwear to the side and instantly slid his hardened shaft into me.
“Yes, I’m crazy to take you here, but that’s just what I am… so f*uking crazy for you.”
Bass was a fan of foreplay, the lack of it right now, proved how badly he needed me. We haven’t had sex since I got back from London because we never had the time. I suppose the heated takes earlier simply pushed him over the edge.
My arm was holding him behind his head while the other held his hips, pushing him more inside me. “Harder. Take me harder,” I panted against his lips as he growled in approval and granted my demand.
There was nothing more arousing than watching your man really f*uk you to a mind-numbing release. I was about to scream his name when my body rioted with my orgasm, but he muffled my scream with his kiss. The skin on my back was rubbing against the bark of the tree when he paced himself faster.
I didn’t know if it was me who changed, or his lovemaking made me lose my inhibitions or maybe it was just the man himself, but the art of the way he lost himself in me and his final thrust of surrender as he spilled his seed in my womb, I found it absolutely fascinatingly… poetic.
A person in love sees everything differently. We all become poets when we’re under the love spell. Everything in life becomes brighter, beautiful and simply lyrical. I was definitely one of them.
E
Five hours later, we found ourselves quietly enjoying each other’s company. It was a warm, beautiful sunset as we lounged out on the patio. Bass was reading while I rested my head on his lap playing Candy Crush whilst texting Lindsey and Trista back home.
“Do you want to go to the villa or are we staying in for dinner?” I glanced sideways at him, barely hearing my question since he was too engrossed reading Salome for the umpteenth time. Yeah, it was hot that the guy loved reading the classics. Not only was he eloquent and sizzling, he was also well-read and well-versed to boot. “Bass? Did you hear me?” I used my finger to tilt the top of his book to get his attention.
“Sorry, what did you say?” he asked, clearly baffled.
“Dinner; do you want me to cook?”
“Nah, you stay put, I’ll be the chef. How does seafood pasta sound?”
Perfection was named after him. Delicious, I thought wickedly. My thoughts clearly didn’t pertain to food. We were interrupted by a loud rap on the glass before we saw Dimitris stride in with brooding seriousness.
“Hey! Want to join us for dinner? I’m making seafood pasta,” Bass asked, before getting up and starting to stretch his body.
A melancholy sigh came from Dimitris as he situated himself on the opposite rattan lounger. “Lindsey is infuriating. Why didn’t you guys warn me that she was a stubborn, unreasonable woman?” His brows furrowed as he shot us an accusing glare.
Ick. What happened between those two?
Bass cleared his throat, interrupting the awkward pause. “I think that’s my cue to start dinner. You go right on ahead and entertain our guest, my love. I’ll be in the kitchen.” Bass kissed the back of my shoulder before leaving in haste.
Men. How they hated drama.
Back to the present dilemma, I had to ask Dimitris since Lindsey wasn’t forthcoming with information. “I’m not really getting the whole picture here. Are you guys fighting?”
“She doesn’t want to continue what we had. For stupid shallow reasons like we live in different continents, she doesn’t go out with guys who are, as she put it a ‘mommy’s boy’. She then added that she will eventually get bored of me, so it’s better to leave the subject alone and make it just a summer fling.” He shook his head in disbelief as he scratched the side of his jaw. “I have never felt so used and unwanted in my entire life.”
Yeah, that did sound like good ole Lindsey Mason to me. “If you feel used and unwanted, why would you even want to continue pursuing her?”
“Because she’s my—” He paused and chose his words carefully. “The woman is infuriating, but I admire her spitfire attitude. She’s gutsy. I like that. I guess I found it different from the women around here. Most are scared to speak their minds because of my familial ties and background. Lindsey didn’t care about any of that.” He sighed again before resting his head against the lounger, staring ahead with those glowing blue eyes that reminded of The Blue Grotto. “It’s a good thing, I guess. My parents have been demanding that I start seeing a Greek woman and start considering marriage before they choose one for me.”
“So, basically you want her because she declined you? That’s it?” I didn’t get men sometimes.
“Yes and no. Lindsey is fantastic and we get along great. We laughed a lot, ne? I don’t understand her. We were fine, but before she left, she completely changed on me.”