Without saying a word, he took a step back and beckoned, an invitation for her to come inside. All she could think of was the line “‘Will you walk into my parlor?’ said the Spider to the Fly.” Not good.
Still, amid the oppressive silence, she found her feet moving, found herself being drawn forward into his web. She knew she might regret this later, but right now she was running on pure emotion, and even knowing that he was somehow controlling this game, she half considered herself the one in control, because she was here of her own free will — though her actions were fueled by rage and hopelessness.
He finally spoke. “I thought it would take longer for you to come to your senses and see that you need me,” he told her with a smirk.
“You may have all the power, Blake, but I am my own woman and I will leave you when my jail sentence is over,” she snapped.
“You think you will,” he replied smugly, but the fire burning in his eyes said he was anything but calm.
“You can’t keep me, Blake.”
“I can keep whatever I choose, Jewell, including you,” he informed her, and edged closer.
All the agony of the past six months came to a head, and because he was the one standing before her, he would be the one to feel her wrath.
She never got the chance to unload on him.
With a growl of satisfaction, he gripped her hair and pulled her forward, no gentleness in his touch as he showed her exactly who was in control. She knew she should stop this, knew she was giving him exactly what he wanted by being in his apartment, but she couldn’t pull away from him mentally any more than she could physically.
His lips took hers as he ground his hips against her, and she felt how hard he already was. Oh yes, Blake liked it rough, and he liked it kinky. Plain vanilla wasn’t in his sexual vocabulary. And she hated herself for it, but she liked it the way he did.
Somehow she’d known this was exactly where the two of them were headed — even in all her fury she had known it. From the moment he’d made his magical reappearance in her world, the two of them had no other option but to end up right here.
He released her lips, and she gasped for air, but nothing seemed to be tamping down this hunger, this passion, this raw craving that was rushing through her blood. This wasn’t about sex; it was about need, the need to feel anything other than hopelessness.
Blake ran his hand down her back and pressed her against his bare chest, making her cry out as the thin material of her bra almost scratched her hardened nipples. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus, couldn’t figure out what she needed most.
“Quit thinking, Jewell. Do nothing but feel,” he ordered her before tugging on her hair again and fusing their lips together once more.
And she did exactly as he commanded, letting her mind go blank as her body focused on the flood of feelings flowing through it. This man, only this man, knew how to make her forget the world, how to take her to the highest reaches of pleasure. It didn’t matter if she hated herself for it. Whatever she did right now, she’d despise herself afterward. So why not take what pleasure she could in his arms? Why not push the pain away for a moment in time?
She whimpered in submission as he smoothed his hands down her back and cupped her sweet rear, pulling her into his hardness. He grasped her bottom lip with his teeth and bit down just enough to send a flash of pain through her before his tongue soothed the spot and flooded her with desire.
Time stopped having meaning as his hands and lips created a perfect storm of desire all through her body, leaving her wet, needy and hungry for more.
When his lips released hers and he stepped back, she moaned despairingly, but he didn’t leave her alone for long. He threw the towel off his neck, then pushed her back against the wall, ripped her shirt and bra from her body and pinned her hands above her head.
Jewell hardly noticed when Blake stripped off her pants and her panties, and she was standing with him, his naked chest pressed into hers, her nipples rubbing against his smooth, solid skin, his hands squeezing the flesh of her behind, his mouth owning hers.
When she thought she couldn’t possibly take any more without crumpling at his feet, his lips skimmed down her neck, then over her heaving breasts, and he took each nipple into his mouth just long enough to make them bead out in wet pleasure. And then he was dropping to his knees and nuzzling her stomach with his mouth.
“Blake…,” she cried out, digging her fingers into his hair. She didn’t know what she was asking of him, but he certainly did.
Moving lower, he worshipped the sensitive skin right above her heated core, caressing her skin with his tongue, and then his fingers opened her up to his demanding mouth.
Her internal temperature soared as he sucked her swollen bud while his tongue swiped against it, once…twice…a third time, and then she lost count. Suddenly she felt the explosion rip through her, her core tightening around the fingers he was using to stroke her G-spot, and her legs threatening to buckle as wave after wave of release overtook her.
Before the last of her tremors died away, he surged to his feet and caught her hips in his strong hands, lifting her against the wall and swinging her legs around him. His manhood was ready for action, and he simply pulled her down his length, coating himself with her pleasure, before lifting her back up and then pushing her down hard around him. Her eyes widened and a gasp of pleasure escaped, and she found herself meeting his desire-filled gaze.
“You are so tight, so perfect, my Jewell,” he groaned as he kept withdrawing and then plunging back inside her.
He lost every shred of control. He dug his fingers tightly into her hips as he thrust in and out of her, the friction and franticness of their lovemaking sending her rapidly toward an even more explosive finish than the last.
Jewell grasped his shoulders, leaned her head against his neck, and bit the salty skin of his shoulder while he continued pumping in and out with such force that she wasn’t sure how the wall behind her remained standing.
“Oh, please, Blake, please…” She had to beg him for release — the intensity of their union was just too much to bear for even a minute longer.
With a few more thrusts, he gave her exactly what she needed, and this time she saw fireworks behind her tightly closed eyes as her body contracted and pulsed around him and she screamed her ecstasy into the flesh of his now bruised shoulder.
It took a moment before she realized he too was shaking as he cried out in his own intense release and sent his ejaculation shuddering through her, her womb growing even hotter as his seed coated her insides.