James brought my mind back to reality from my dreadful thoughts by kissing me on the lips once again. Then he plunged his tongue into my mouth and continued to deliciously devour me, which drove me insane. I writhed beneath him, crying out in beautiful agony as my body submitted to his delightful assault.
"Hmmm..."
When he drew back, he just stared at me, his eyes dark. My heart raced as I lay there below him, my whole body quivering, me staring back up at him, begging him--both to completely fill me whole and to love me.
My heart ached at that, and I whimpered a little.
Slowly, James touched my cheek with his thumb and wiped something wet off my skin. Then he licked his thumb as if it were indeed delicious.
Tears!
That was when I realized I'd been crying. I felt sick. Oh God! Why had I been crying?
James didn't say a word. He wiped my other cheek and then continued to kiss me everywhere: on my forehead, on my cheeks where more tears suddenly poured, and then my lips, where I could taste the saltiness of my own tears.
My whole body was crying, both for him to take me until I was senseless and to take away my pain. I didn't know what type of pain I was having, but it was deep and twisting within me, torturing me to the brink of madness.
I was groaning and crying at the same time as James inserted himself deep into me and then drove in and out of me. He made me dance erotically along with him, my body moving fluidly as my core burned and twisted while my heart ached with the love and hate and admiration and everything in between for this man who'd turned my life upside down.
"Hmm... Ja-James..."
I gritted my teeth as tears flowed down my cheeks. James licked them away with his tongue, which drove me wild. I cried and laughed and groaned and moaned at the same time as he thrust in and out of me.
Then I couldn't control myself anymore. I knew I was mad. So madly in love with this man who I'd only just met, the man who thought of me as nothing more than his mistress, his plaything, his toy.
I cried as I clutched to him, hating myself for falling for this man and hating myself for being so weak. But I couldn't stop myself. I had fallen in love with James Maxwell, and I had no idea how to deal with these emotions.
Then we came, with him imprisoning me hard against the softness of the bed, his hands on my wrists and his beautiful Prussian-blue eyes gazing down at me, his face hard and dark--a beauty of a man that made my heart fill with love and hurt at the same time.
I was heaving and my body was shaking like a leaf as I cried and orgasmed at the same time. It was the most glorious feeling I'd ever had--a sensational mix of hurt and trust, of pain and pleasure, of something deep and indescribable, twisting and erupting within my core like fireworks that never ceased flickering within the darkness.
He finally relaxed on top of me, his manly build heavy on me. Suddenly, he tightened me in his arms, squeezing me so hard I thought I might just break any moment now. He buried his face deep in my hair as I lay there, not knowing what to think of my newfound feelings for him.
I just didn't want to think anymore--these overwhelming feelings of love and hurt and everything in between--and I closed my eyes. Thinking hurt. Especially anything to do with James Maxwell.
Then I fell asleep in his arms as I felt his wet, hot lips on my forehead.
It was much later, which I assumed to be around two or three in the morning, when I drowsily opened my eyes. I was aware of the coolness and empty space around me. Curiously, I turned over and found James had disappeared. I blinked and flicked my gaze to the bathroom door, wondering if he was in there.
There was no light shining from within the room where the door stood ajar. I flicked my gaze to the door leading into the living area and saw the light was on. Perhaps James was taking a drink or something?
I felt cold and empty, and I wanted James to return to me. I wanted it so badly, in fact, that I knew I was a loon.
I quieted myself from wanting him back that badly and made myself comfortable. I was just closing my eyes again when I heard hushed voices. I knew James was talking to Matt. But at this hour? Surely nothing could be that urgent for them to discuss it now and here of all places. But then a single name triggered an alarm within me.
"Andy..."
I sat up. Another word followed that made my heart race with dread.
"Missing."
I felt as though my heart just dropped and the world spun before my eyes. Oh God! I was going to faint. I could feel it coming.
But I didn't have time for that. No fainting. Not now. I needed to find out what was going on with my brother. Now!
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