Risky (Torn Between Two Lovers #2)(46)

I hopped up and he caught my ass with both hands, squeezing my butt cheeks as he shifted until he was perfectly positioned.

My breath hitched, my body greedy as I felt his massive cock slide inside my damp folds and along my clit. I started to drown in sensation as my pebbled nipples abraded along the hard muscles of his chest.

I could forget my own name when I was entwined with Trace like this; the feel and the masculine scent of him was enough to make me lose myself entirely.

“Hold on to me.” His voice was commanding, but also raw and needy.

Like I was capable of doing anything else but hold him? He was the center of my universe right now.

I tightened my legs around his hips, urging him to f*ck me.

Trace didn’t disappoint me, his forward surge pinning me tightly to the wall as he thrust inside my sheath. “Oh, God. Yes,” I screamed, wondering if I’d ever felt anything as good as his body connected to mine.

Spearing my hands into his hair, I leaned into his chest and kissed him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as he began a punishing rhythm, pistoning in and out of my channel with a force that left me helplessly moaning against his lips.

His assault on my senses was merciless as I finally broke from the embrace to breathe, and his mouth started to devour every bare inch of skin he could reach. Trace’s tongue trailed a path from my ear to my shoulders, then back up again.

“You’re mine, Eva. You’ll always belong to me,” he said in a rough whisper.

Every nerve ending in my body fired as his low declaration vibrated against my ear. His fierce possessiveness made me burn even hotter, and I was desperate to climax. Every stroke of his cock rubbed his groin against my clit, and the brutal pace was driving me insane, and I could feel my orgasm starting.

His hand moved on my rear, allowing his finger to stroke along the crack of my ass and over the puckered opening of my anus. The sensation of the tip of his finger penetrating that forbidden opening fired a violent climax that seized my body like a small object being sucked into the path of a tornado.

“Trace,” I screamed as he continued to pummel into me. My back arched and my head connected with the wall. I gripped his shoulders, my nails biting into the skin of his upper back.

“Fuck, yeah. Claim me, Eva. Mark the shit out of me because I sure as hell know I’m already yours.” He groaned as he pinned me against the wall one last time, entering me hard so his cock buried itself to the root inside me.

I bucked in his arms in the throes of my climax, my short nails still embedded in his skin. Some animalistic urge that was roaring inside me did want to make him mine in any way I could, especially after he’d declared himself to me.

As my body started to relax, I let go of my vise-like hold on his shoulders and wrapped my arms around him with a sob that was part relief and part sorrow as he finished spilling his warm release deep inside my womb.

My body was satiated, but my heart was shattering. How could I leave this man, this wonderful male who now owned a part of my soul?

He carried me to the bed and gently laid me down after lifting the covers. I slid over and he lowered his body between the sheets. “What’s wrong?” he asked as he tenderly folded me into his arms.

“Nothing,” I lied, knowing he’d probably heard my brief, involuntary sound of sadness. “I think I was…overwhelmed.” Well, that was the truth.

“I want to make you happy, Eva.”

Trace made me ecstatic, which was why it was going to be so damn hard to pull myself away from him. “You do.”

Neither one of us said a word and we laid with our bodies entangled, my head on his chest while I listened to the rapid, strong beat of his heart, wishing that there was any way I could stay with him. Unfortunately, I never found a solution, and I knew these moments were precious because they’d have to sustain me for a lifetime.

*****



Several hours later, I was dressed again, watching Trace sleep with my back propped against the headboard.

I had packed a small bag with only things I desperately needed, like a few changes of clothes and some personal items.

I’d left his mother’s ring next to his wallet and watch on the nightstand, somewhere I knew that he would find it almost immediately after he woke.

I wasn’t sure how he’d explain my absence to Sebastian and Dane, but he’d think of something. The important part was that Trace’s name wasn’t dragged through the mud, nor was his father’s.

Knowing Trace was a fairly sound sleeper, I let my hand lightly stroke his hair. “I have to go,” I whispered to a sleeping Trace. “I don’t want to, but I can’t destroy your life by staying.”


I sighed, knowing I had to get off the bed and force myself to go, but I was stealing every moment possible.

“I love you,” I said in a low voice, tears streaming down my cheeks unchecked. “I’m sorry I never told you, but it would have been awkward and complicated, and I know you’d hate that.”

In the distance, I could hear one of Trace’s fancy clocks chiming the midnight hour, and I knew it was time to go.

“Merry Christmas, Trace,” I murmured shakily as I palmed his cheek gently and then pulled my hand away.

I didn’t look back as I rose and hefted the light tote bag onto my shoulder and snatched up the jacket I’d set beside it. My tears were flowing like a river, blurring my vision to the point that I could barely see the door as I reached it and fumbled for the handle.