For Revenge…Or Pleasure?

Her heart swelled with wonder and the knowledge that his words of love weren’t just words, but that he wanted her, in spite of her imperfections, just as much as she wanted him.

‘I’ve missed you so much,’ he said, his breath and his voice ragged and edgy. ‘Make love with me, Jade. Make love with me tonight.’

‘I want to,’ she replied, thinking back to an earlier night that now seemed so very long ago before dropping her lashes to her cheek. ‘But I’m not protected.’

He swung her up into his arms, the gleam in his eye telling her he remembered her coyness at that first meeting, and that this time too would be a first meeting of sorts—a first meeting of two souls who were destined for each other and who could finally acknowledge the inevitability of it.

‘It’s not a problem,’ he said. ‘I’m planning on being all the protection you’ll ever need.’

‘That’s fine by me,’ she said, as his lips drew closer once more. ‘Because, like I told you, when I play, I play for keeps.’

His lips pressed warm and insistent upon hers, filling her with the essence of him and with his promise to cherish her for ever. Then he drew back just a fraction.

‘And that’s just the way I want it.’