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“Please, move,” I begged. He obeyed, thrusting himself in and out of my aching core. The pain eased as my body grew accustomed to him, until he no longer felt like an intruder. I began to move with him, to meet his thrusts with a nerve I’d never had in bed before. Alfie grunted with each thrust—a raw, primal sound. This wasn’t making love anymore, this was fucking. He was fucking me, hard, and I let him. I lay there in his sheets, my legs open for him, and allowed him to use my body for his pleasure. I had never felt so innately a woman.
I was high. I could feel every exquisite inch of him move inside me, his skin skimming mine like heated silk. His mouth was on my neck, my breasts. He pinned me, held me, responding to my needs and moving my body with his. He played me, conducting me to that peak for the third time tonight.
I lost track of time. I forgot to care about anything but him. The world outside ceased to exist as he spun his seductive web around me, encasing me tighter. He worked me harder, higher, and just when I thought it was too much, I felt a deeper part ofme open up, ready and wanting more. Alfie Tell was unpacking my soul. How would I ever be the same again?
He reared up and, holding my gaze, plunged deep and held himself there. He pressed against the deepest part of me, holding me on the delicate edge of pleasure and pain. It was incredible. He rolled his hips, his pelvis grinding against my clitoris. He moved again, setting up a punishing rhythm, and I knew this was it, the final surge. He worked my body mercilessly.
Alfie Tell was in his element, his usually cold eyes now alive with desire. His marble skin flushed, his hair messed where my hands had gripped fistfulls of it. I wasn’t the only one who was undone.
He worked me higher, my core clenching him, my skin on fire.
I cried out when I came, gripping him to me, begging him for mercy and begging him for more. He forced me to look at him, hypnotising me, revelling in my pleasure.
How long will it take for you to come once I’m inside you?His words echoed back to me now. I had no idea how much time had passed but I knew it would never be enough.
As I came down he picked up his rhythm, deep plunges into my drenched, oversensitive core, rolling in and out with my aftershocks of pleasure. I felt his body tightening with the need for release, but he wasn’t getting there.
“Lola,” he panted, “can you take it? I don’t want to hurt you.” He sounded lost in a haze of lust and desire, but I understood him, I understood what he needed.
“Give it to me.” My words seemed to free whatever restraint he had left. He rutted into me like an animal and I held on as he fucked me. His every thrust, hitting me deep, had my eyes rolling in my head. I was climbing again, reaching for a peak that he’d taken me to so many times already. I rose, higher, higher,crying out my pleasure until finally I came, my muscles clamping down on him as I squirmed underneath his dominance. My orgasm undid his own. I cried out as his teeth sank into my shoulder and bit down hard as he spilled himself inside me, filling me up, marking me.
We lay that way for an age, replete, until finally, the usually aloof man reared up onto his forearms and looked down at me. Time stilled around us. I was blissed out, mind and body, but Alfie…something was wrong there. His jaw was tense, his gaze searching.
“What is it?”
He didn’t answer. He pulled out of me with care and settled himself beside me, face to face, that troubled look still present. I stroked his face, brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes, silently imploring him to tell me what was wrong.
“Kiss me.” His voice was hoarse. I had never seen him look so uncertain. I didn’t understand what had just happened. Minutes ago we were raw, passionate animals, and now I was looking into a dark, vulnerable centre I didn’t know he had. “Kiss me like you kiss me.”
It was a plea but for what I didn’t know. I stroked his cheek with my fingertips. I leaned in until we were nose to nose and pressed my lips to his. I kissed him until we fell asleep, with his mouth still on mine.
Twenty
Iwoke to the sunrise blaring through the windows. My body felt deliciously liquid, my skin still singing from his touch.
I sat up and found an empty space beside me where Alfie was supposed to be. My heart lurched. Where was he? I felt stupid at my own disappointment. Of course he wasn’t here. A challenge was a rare beast and now the challenge is over.
I took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in my throat. Last night had blown my mind into the stratosphere, but now, in the cool, calm light of day, I could see how reckless it had been.
I got up and looked around for my clothes, remembering they were still downstairs.Crap. I looked around for a robe but nothing.Okay, I’ll just wander around naked in a Presidential Suite. I can do that.
I headed straight for the bathroom. The en-suite, like the rest of the place, was a sea of beautiful monochrome. It was Alfie Tell in décor form. White tile lined the floor and walls, with twin basins set in an obsidian counter that ran the left wall. The far end of the room was taken up by a shower big enough for four. In the centre of the bathroom was a vast hexagonal tub raised up on a bed of marble, with three sharp marble steps leading up to it.
I thought of my own bathroom—the old slipper tub, the terrible water pressure, my sister’s underwear drying on the radiator. This was a whole different world.
I pulled a fluffy white towel off the rack and wrapped it around myself, feeling instantly less vulnerable.
I relieved myself and then decided to confront my appearance. The hair was bad. So, so bad. I spent a few minutes working out the bobby pins from the tangles. My make up was a wreck too so I removed it with some wipes helpfully provided by the hotel. I looked red-faced and sad. Trying to fight the rising well of emotion, I grabbed the spare toothbrush and vigorously scrubbed Alfie’s kisses out of my mouth.
When I was as good as I was going to get, I took in the final result. Usually fresh-faced and happy, today I looked like crap. Doing the walk of shame was bad enough but doing it looking like a train wreck?Tacky, Lola, really fucking tacky.
I stared at myself hard. I was hurt. I couldn’t pretend that I wasn’t. I blew out a breath, resolving to sort through my thoughts later. For now, I just had to get out of here. I left my reflection and opened the bathroom door to search for my clothes, when I was met by a pair of steel grey eyes. I let out a scream and jumped back.
“I must say that isn’t how women usually react to me.”
I stared up at Alfie’s amused smirk. He was wearing suit trousers and nothing else. Even his feet were bare.
“What are you doing here?” I blurted out and he arched an eyebrow that said,Lady, you’re in my suite. “I mean, I thought you’d gone.”