Undeniably Yours (Torn, #3.5)(29)

“That last night in my bed, I wanted to tighten my arms around you and never let you leave me.” It sounded less dramatic, but each time I recalled that time, my chest would tighten up.

She stilled, peeking at me with a questioning frown. “What do you mean? You were asleep.”

“I wasn’t.”

She was now looking at me like I had just said the biggest lie known to mankind. “You looked like you were asleep.”

Looked… “I’m an actor, Emma.”

Her blonde mane brushed against my chest as she slightly shook her head, trying to wrap her mind around what I’d told her. “But why did you let me go then, if you clearly didn’t want to?”

Ah, Emma, Emma, Emma… why ask questions when you aren’t prepared to learn the things that might trouble you? Her question weighed on me. I wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear what I had to say, yet as I stated before, I planned to be honest as much as I could without hurting both of us… much.

Expelling a deep sigh, she placed her head against my chest, listening to my heart beating as she waited for my answer.

Picking up a strand of her hair, I toyed with it while I reflected on that moment in time. “You needed me to let go of you at the time. Carter was in your life, but with or without him, I felt that you needed to find your own happiness. I didn’t want to sacrifice your happiness for my own.”

She kept still, figuring things out quietly.

We were lost in our thoughts, holding onto each other with calm silence before she spoke up again.

“So… a thunderstorm, huh? I don’t know how to take that.”

Shifting a bit, I kissed the back of her earlobe before whispering into her ear, “You simply struck me without warning.”

Smelling her had me beginning to get hard again. So when I started nipping her neck as I rolled myself on top of her, I was more than eager to oblige when she urged me on.

“I want you again, Bass,” she moaned, slightly parting her legs to accommodate me before guiding my semi-hard dick and aligning it with her entrance.

Her heat radiated off her and my shaft was drawn to it like a truly addicted animal.

“Emma.” Her name was rasped out of me as I gently rolled my hips and felt the head penetrate her, slowly expanding that tight band of slick muscle, stretching it wider to acclimate to my size.

I knew she was sore, but she didn’t stop me from taking her rough and hard. Trailing kisses on her face, a well of deep emotions ached in my chest as I connected with her in a whole different light. “Don’t make me fall for you, Emma.” I warned as I slid all the way into her, throbbing inside her swollen walls.

“You won’t,” she cried out.

She sounded so sure…

Kissing the side of her face, I then added, “What if it’s already too late?”





Pure Morning

Approximately two months later…



“Wake up, Emma.”

Her weekend away from me for the first time after eight weeks, bound to her almost on a daily basis, had made me miss her tremendously. She was enjoying London with her friends while I spent time in Paris. It was only a weekend.

Three days. Yet, those days were all it took to make me realize how much she truly meant to me.

She was asleep and I was waking her up the way she just liked it; with the hard strokes of my dick inside her while I whispered sweet nothings until she came out of her sub-conscious state.

My beauty let out a soft moan when she became aware that it was me waking her up while I worked in and out of her body, like a parched man. “Good morning, my love.”

A ghost of a smile formed on her lips. “Did you need to wake me? You could’ve just finished off by yourself,” she groaned, clenching around me.

She loved it… but each time, she feigned indifference.

“Where’s the fun in that?” I huskily asked, going deeper into her depths while her legs opened more to appease our hunger. “We both know how much you love waking up with my cock inside you, Emma.”

Her face crumpled. “Do you have to be so crude in the morning?”

“Says the woman who grows wetter with each filthy word I tell her.” My brow arched at her, knowing how she truly felt about it.

When my hands went underneath and cupped her delicious ass, spreading her wider so I could go deeper, she protested. “Slow down.”

Since when did she want slow, anyhow? Ignoring her pleading, I started rubbing her nub in a certain way that would make her violently spasm around my dick.

Today was special and I wanted to start our day with a good, spanking orgasm to match the mood.

Twice, I made us come together—sharing the highs of what our bodies could achieve—soaring higher for completion.

I was brushing her hair off her face, holding it down before I ardently kissed her while gently rolling my hips, my dick still buried deep, growing hard again each time I stroked it. “Kalimera, moro mou. Can you be ready in twenty? I want to take you for a picnic.”

Intertwining her arms around my neck, she pulled me closer, biting her lip. “Are you trying to romance your way into my heart, BC?”

I made a chortling sound, grinning with guilt before things got serious. It was what I wanted… and hoped that I was already in her heart.