Page 74 of His To Claim
He lays back as I straddle him, moving back and forth against his cock inside me making him grunt as he abruptly flips us over, my back now against the bed and his heavy body on top of mine. It sends me to another world as he gently pulls in and out repeatedly, kissing me every chance he gets.
I can see the emotion in his expression. He wants me more than anything in the world and I want him just as bad. This feeling is amazing, overpowering.
“Fuck, Red,” he growls as he pounds into me, droplets of sweat falling against my lips. They’re salty, sweet, and entirely him.
Without slowing down, he continues to move, and I meet his every thrust not able to hold off much longer. The look in his eyes is intoxicating, elevating me to a new level of pleasure. It’s too much, a feeling I’ve never experienced.
Sex has always been enjoyable, but this, with him, is something completely out of this world.
“Ace,” I whimper as my body curls off the mattress and I scream as we both climax together.
He collapses on top of me and for a moment, we just lay there in dead silence. I can feel his heated skin over me, his heart beating against mine. It seems all too real, so unexpected, but inexplicably meant to be.
But it’s not, and reality comes crashing down on me like an ice-cold bucket of water a moment later.
God, what have I done?The pleasure, the guilt, all these emotions rise like bile inside me and I sit up abruptly, pushing him off.
“Scarlett?” he asks, a look of sheer confusion on his face.
“I, I have to get out of here.”
“Red, stop,” he calls out but I don’t. “Where the fuck are you going?”
I rush to grab my thong but realize it’s useless trying to put it on, so I run over to grab my dress slipping into it with such a hurry.
“Scarlett!” he shouts, as he stands and follows me completely naked.
“I need to get out of here. This was a mistake, God, it was a huge mistake.”
Reaching for me he shouts, “Fuck no, it wasn’t a mistake.” He grips my arm and pulls me against him, kissing me passionately. Once again, I’m lost in his lips. Our tongues are dancing together as if they never want to let go.
“No! We can’t, please,” I say, as I push him away and reach to zip my dress.
“And why the fuck not?!” he asks, angrily following me.
Shame floods over me like a torrent wave threatening to drown me with regret. “Because of Drake. Fuck, I shouldn’t have come here. Shouldn’t have done this,” I say, motioning between us.
“Fuck him, Red. I swear if you say his name again, I’ll run out there and beat the shit out of him.” He pulls me toward him, gripping me tight as I struggle to get out of his grasp. “You’re mine, Scarlett. Now that I’ve had you, I’m never letting you go.”
“Ace, please just let me go,” I plead, my eyes welling up, tears threatening to break free. “I’m begging you, please let me go.”
He releases me, a look of uncertainty marred on his face. “This can’t happen again.” I say before opening the front door, running away from the devil behind me.
I take a whole ten minutes to make my way back to the front ofthe house. The thought of heading back to the party makes me nauseous so I decide it’s time to get out of here.
Besides, my hair’s a mess, disheveled like I’ve been up to no good. I can’t face my friends this way.
Walking toward the large driveway hoping to find the limo we came in and convincing the driver to give me a ride back, I find Bass sitting on the sidewalk. He looks up when he senses me approaching, a half empty bottle of whiskey in his hand.
“What the fuck happened to you?” he asks, his tone indifferent yet with an edge of judgment.
I roll my eyes and walk away. I’ve had enough of these assholes tonight.
“Wait, Red!” he shouts as he stumbles to his feet and walks towards me, almost falling over twice.
“Stop calling me that,” I groan, so over the nickname they refuse to drop.
Bass drunkenly laughs. “Okay, okay, Scarlett. Wait up, where are you going?”