Page 100 of Bid For Me
“Shh,” I murmur, my mouth brushing over hers again, my tongue teasing the seam of her lips until she opens for me, surrendering.
Her dress is bunched at her hips now, and my hand slips beneath the delicate lace of her underwear. She gasps, her head falling back against the door as my fingers find her – hot, slick, and trembling.
“Christ,” I growl, my forehead pressing against hers as I grind my hardness against her soft centre. “Do you see what you do to me? How insane you make me?”
Her only response is a soft whimper, her hips tilting toward my touch. She’s so responsive, her body betraying her every thought, every feeling.
“Tell me,” I demand, my fingers sliding through her wetness, circling, teasing. “Tell me the truth, Elle. Just once.”
“I – I don’t know what you want,” she stammers, her voice trembling as I press against her most sensitive spot.
“You do,” I murmur, my lips finding her neck, tasting the soft skin just below her ear. “You know exactly what I want.”
Confess,I silently beg her.Confess and I will find a way to forgive you. We can still make this work if you’re honest.
Her hands tighten in my jacket, and I feel her resolve wavering. My fingers move with purpose now, slipping inside her, coaxing, demanding her surrender.
She cries out, a soft, breathy sound that drives me to the edge of my control.
“This,” I rasp, my voice thick with need. “This is the truth, Elle. Your body doesn’t lie to me. It never has.”
Her hips move against my hand, seeking more, and I give it to her, my thumb circling her clit as my fingers plunge deeper.
Her breath comes in sharp, uneven gasps, her nails biting into my shoulders. She’s close – I can feel it in the way her body tenses, in the desperate little sounds spilling from her lips.
“Say it,” I growl, my mouth claiming hers again, rough and unrelenting. “Say you’re mine.”
Her response is muffled against my lips, but it’s enough. A broken, breathless moan of surrender that pushes us both over the edge.
She trembles, her body shuddering around my hand as I hold her through it, my own restraint hanging by a thread.
When she finally slumps against me, her breath ragged and her eyes dazed, I pull back just enough to look at her.
“You’ll never lie to me again,” I say, my voice a low, dark promise. “Do you understand?”
She nods, but I can see the questions swirling in her gaze, the walls she’s still trying to rebuild.
It doesn’t matter.
I’ve already torn them down. And I have no intention of letting her put them back up.
“Choose whichever of the bedrooms you like,” I say, my tone clipped, cold. “Our things will be delivered first thing in the morning.”
Her wide eyes meet mine, a glimmer of confusion breaking through the haze of what just happened. But I can’t afford to soften now. I turn to leave, my steps purposeful, my mind already wrestling with the storm raging inside me.
It’s only the catch in her voice that stops me.
“W-where are you going, Bas?”
That name. The nickname I once craved, the sound of it from her lips an echo of countless dreams I’ve had about her. It claws its way under my skin, igniting something raw and painful that I thought I’d buried.
A shudder rolls through me, unbidden, but I force it down. My fingers curl into fists at my sides as I slowly turn my head, just enough to glance at her. She stands there, her dress still rumpled, her face flushed, her lips slightly swollen from my kiss. Vulnerability clings to her like a second skin, and for a moment, it’s almost enough to unravel me all over again.
But I can’t let it.
“Out.” My voice is like ice, sharp and unyielding. I force my gaze to harden, to meet hers without faltering. “I can’t do this.”
Her eyes widen further, the hurt plain now, etched in every delicate line of her face. She takes a small step forward, but I shake my head once, a silent command to stay where she is.