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I grab her other thigh, intensifying both the force and speed of my thrusts. Seconds from the peak, a flash crosses my mind: this is the same position I last had her in, and a mix of desperation and uncontrollable desire, the possibility of losing her again, sends me spinning into madness where I can no longer tell where I end and she begins.
We’re flesh, bodies, scent, and moans.
I am anger, hurt, jealousy, and longing.
She is . . .Taylor.
Mine.
The admission topples me into a powerful orgasm that seems unending.
I don’t let her go, but I pull back to look at her, making a decision: she’ll be mine until I tire of her. Until I feel I’ve been properly avenged.
Until...
This insanity passes? And what if it never goes away?
Then she’s sealed her fate.
I’ll never love her or trust her, but I can keep her for my pleasure.
William
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
I don’t wantto pull out of her yet, but I slowly lower her and force myself to back away, fastening my pants.
I’m not the type to avoid meeting someone’s eyes. In any situation, I hold my conversation partner’s gaze. But right now, I can’t.
Taylor, on the other hand, makes no attempt to cover herself, and I know she’s looking at me. Only when I think I’m regaining control of my body—numbing the effect this red-haired sorceress has on me—do I notice it.
Between her thighs, my seed is dripping out of her.
I didn’t use protection.
My eyes freeze on that trickle of semen—not just because of the possible consequences, but because it’s, without a doubt, the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. Part of me wants to stride back over to her, gather up my spend, and push it inside her, forcing her to take more. Another part wants to tell her to leave and forget I ever knew her. Yet another part can’t deny that the thought of possibly putting a child in her makes me feel like some damned superman. And I also want to punch a wall for having been so stupid as to create a permanent bond with this devious traitor.
“You need to get cleaned up,” I say and glance casually at the time. “Dinner will be served in half an hour. We don’t have much time. I’ll show you to the bathroom, since you’ve lost your memory and probably don’t recall where it is.”
At once, she notices the sarcasm in my tone and seems to snap out of her daze. But when she looks down at the spot between her thighs, she covers her mouth in horror.
“It was a careless mistake,” I say.
“A mistake?I don’t even know who you are, or rather, I do now—that you hate me . . .How could I be so stupid?”
“If there are any consequences, I’ll take responsibility.”
“Consequences, as in if I’m pregnant?”
“What do you want me to say? Both parties share responsibility for birth control. Still, I’m sorry.”
She studies my face, searching for something . . .I’m not sure what. Post-sex affection? Words of comfort? I’ve never been able to keep my hands off her, and I still can’t. But I won’t let a good orgasm make me forget the last two years. So instead of drawing her into my arms, I maintain my distance.
“Yes, we both messed up,” she says. “I . . .made a mistake. I don’t want you touching me again. It’ll never happen again.”
We both know she’s lying.
“It’ll happen whenever we’re in the same room, because you’re like a disease to me, Taylor.”