Chapter 252:
Robert’s POV
Damn it! She looked like a creature that didn’t belong to this earth, but to the heavens. That contrast between the innocence of her face and the scandalous lingerie she wore was enough to strip me of every last shred of sanity. I strode toward her with predatory steps.
She retreated instinctively until her back hit the cold bathroom door, as if trying to escape the storm she had ignited in my chest.
I closed the distance until there was no space left between us. I lifted her chin with my thumb, forcing her to look directly into my eyes to witness the flames burning within me. "You look like a sin..." I whispered darkly, "one I have no intention of repenting for."
I ran my hand agonizingly slowly over the strings wrapped around her waist, savoring the feel of her soft skin beneath my rough fingers. "Fuck," I groaned, scanning her trembling body. "You’re so incredibly sexy... black suits you."
She clutched my shirt with shaking fingers, as if trying to find her balance. "Robert... you’re still injured, you should..." her voice trailed off, ragged.
I cut her off, burying my face in her neck and inhaling her delicious scent it was a drug to me. "I told you to forget about the wound," I hissed against her ear. "I want you."
I leaned in and kissed her lips with primal hunger. She responded immediately, wrapping her arms around my neck, clutching my hair and pulling me closer. I caught her tongue between my lips, sucking on it with a ravenous greed. I felt her body shudder as she melted against me.
Her muffled moans, escaping with every stroke of my tongue, drove me over the edge. The kiss was deep, loud, and fueled by a suppressed desire that had finally exploded. I tasted her as if she were my only lifeline, our tongues dancing in a provocative rhythm until our breaths were so tangled we couldn’t tell inhaled from exhaled.
My hands moved to grip her waist, pressing my body against her fragile frame with such force it was as if I wanted to merge her into me. She whimpered weakly under the weight of a kiss that left her no room to breathe.
My gaze locked onto her, my desire peaking with every ragged breath that left her chest. "Tonight," I growled in a husky voice, "I’m going to fuck you differently."
She blinked in shock, her lips red and swollen from my kiss parting slowly. "I don’t understand... how?"
I gestured toward the bed. "Come."
I headed to the bed, my merciless eyes following every movement of her body encased in those black strings. "Lie down," I commanded.


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