Part 10 (2/2)
”My real feelings?”
”Yes. But I think we've already had a discussion on how your body betrays you.” He steps towards me and one of his fingers gently graze down my face and I try so hard not to lean more into his touch, but it is too hard. I'm home, I feel like I am where I belong and I want more. This man bewitches me every time I try to control myself around him and I find I hate myself more. Why won't he just let me go? Can't he just tell that I need to go for my sanity? That he's driving me insane with all his mind games? I hate him and I love him all at the same time, but I can't allow for him to have feelings for me and if we carry on the way we are I'll destroy him with my devil ways.
”I can't care for anyone else; it comes with too much pain.” I whisper.
”Was that you care for me? I couldn't hear you.”
”How could I not, Samuel, you're perfect. Any girl would be lucky to have you.” He walks up to me and places both his hands on to my cheeks so he is holding my face and I know this is what I want for the rest of my life. I can't, though, girls like me don't deserve to be happy, I have damaged far too many people to get a happy ending.
”I care for you too, Grace.” His thumb rubs gently over my cheek as he still holds my face in his hands where I feel they belong. As I look into his eyes I can see there is more he wants to tell me. I only hope it's not what I'm beginning to feel for him.
I can't be loved and I can feel the tears begin to fall, that's all I seem to do at the moment.
”There's something about you. You're unlike any other woman I have known.” He pulls my face closer to his and before I know it he is attacking my lips and I feel like my legs are giving away from beneath me as my whole body lights up in an inferno I have never felt before. It's as if my body is no longer my own; I have no control as Samuel tries to control me.
”No, Samuel, I'm not.” He looks at me with questioning eyes.
”You can't because I'm not a good person.” His eyes are dancing around their sockets trying to take me in and understand me. I wish I understood myself, but I am far too complicated.
”That's not the woman I know.”
”That's because you don't know me.”
”Yes I do. I know you more than you know yourself. You're amazing, Grace, you make me smile, laugh and think of having a future with babies and a house with holidays. You care for everyone around you. You always worry about others even though you have been hurt in the past. You may not have told me, but I know you've been hurt and although I know you're not ready to tell me about it or even for you to hear what I want to tell you I will be there waiting until you're ready.” My eyes are pooling with unshed tears as I watch him smiling at me while I shake with his revelation.
”I don't deserve you though. Everyone else will think the same thing.”
”I don't give a f.u.c.k what all the others will think.”
”I think you do and that's all that matters.” He wants to say it, I can see it in his eyes, and it scares the h.e.l.l out of me, but he won't say it. His hands leave my face and he begins to stroke his fingers down my neck where they move down to my b.r.e.a.s.t.s where I can feel the many months of need awaken a s.e.xual desire I have tried to hide from this amazing man who wants me. He actually wants me and I want him and before I can control myself I attack his lips with a force I didn't know I had within me. He kisses me back as his fingers reach to my face where they stay at my cheeks, holding me in place while he devours me.
”You're mine. All mine. Do you understand, Grace? Mine.”
He may have pulled himself away from me only briefly, but I can still feel his closeness and his erection through his jeans.
”Y...yes. I'm yours Samuel. Only yours.”
He attacks my lips again and I can feel him move his arms to my b.u.m where he bends his body and grabs hold of my muscles as he lifts me up as he stands. I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me to his bedroom still kissing me as if his life depends on it. He gently places me on his bed and before I know it he is pulling my trousers off my legs with my knickers following. I am too far into this moment to even think about stopping him and when I feel him at my top I allow him to remove that as well. He kisses at my lips again, his tongue dancing with mine and then I can feel his feather light kisses around my jaw and to my ear where he gives them each a suck and a pull. He moves his divine lips down my neck where he bestows more gentle kisses and blows where they have been and I can feel my breathing coming in quicker as he seems to take complete control of my body. The intensity in the situation I find myself in is so much that I have lost complete control, I am a slave to the desire Samuel is giving me, and I can do nothing, but enjoy his lips and fingers as they wors.h.i.+p me. I feel both his hands at my b.r.e.a.s.t.s ma.s.saging them with his forceful fingers and then they slowly reach to my back to release my b.r.e.a.s.t.s from their confined prison. We stay like that for I don't know how long, me naked and he fully clothed as he kisses and touches every inch of me, staying clear of the area I am so desperate for him to attack. He pulls away from me and stands at the side of the bed so I can see him as he undresses himself as slowly as can be, teasing me further than he has before. I reach out for his hand as I whisper.
”I need you, Samuel.” My reward is his smile and then he climbs in between my legs where he fits just perfectly. He strokes my cheek and I lean into his touch as I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations of being this close to him.
”I'm going to make love to you now.” He looks at me as if he is waiting for me to say no, but as much as a part of my inner self is shouting at me, reminding me of what I'm like, that I don't deserve this man, I can't allow myself to listen because for once in my life I just want to be selfish and do something that makes me happy. He watches me, taking me all in, and when I don't answer and only nod my approval he kisses me yet again and it's like he has been hungry for me and knows he has me and won't ever let me go. I feel the tip of his erection at my opening and he very gently eases himself into me. I'm not a virgin, I told him that, but as he stretches and fills me it's as if I'm losing my virginity for the first time all over again. It hurts just as it did the first time, but his kisses and care for me as he pushes his way inside me make it so much more pleasurable that I can feel a ball of tension building up within my stomach that needs to be released. He's replacing all those horrible memories with these new ones and I couldn't be more thankful.
”You're so tight, baby. Am I hurting you?”
”No, please don't stop, it feels so good.” I wrap my right leg around his waist and I can suddenly feel a finger at my little ball of nerves and the tension in my stomach rises to new levels as he ma.s.sages and pinches.
”This is where you belong, Grace, underneath me.” He kisses my lips again and moves down my neck and to my breast where he places a nipple in his mouth and sucks and bites the sensitive area. He does the same with the second and releases both with a pop.
”We belong together, baby, just you and me.” I don't allow myself to be affected by those words because deep down I want them to be true and I can't help, but answer him as the pleasure just keeps rising and rising from deep within me. He keeps grinding away within my walls, in and out, in and out, and I never knew it could be like this.
”Y...yes.”
”Yes we do, Samuel.” I can feel the tension within me twisting around my stomach, just begging for release, and I find I can't control it any longer when Samuel reaches my ear and whispers magic words I never thought I'd hear or want to.
”Come with me, baby.” Just like that a switch has been switched and I feel a release so intense that I see fireworks in front of my closed eyes just as Samuel twitches inside me and his body goes stiff as he collapses above me. When we both calm from our releases I open my eyes to see that Samuel is watching me.
”No more running. No more feeling scared. You're mine now, Grace, and I will protect you.” With his words all I want to do is trust in him and just once to be given the chance of happiness.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.
GRACE.
We travel along the motorway, the whole time Samuel has a hard grip of my hand. It doesn't seem to take long till I see the signs for the airport. When we get there we are driven around the back of one of the terminals straight on to the tarmac and everything is clear of anything except one lone Harding Company aircraft. It's a beautiful piece of machinery, all white and clean except the black lettering that states the Harding name and I feel like I can really appreciate it this time when I'm not so scared. The car comes to a stop right by the steps that lead to the door of the aircraft. The driver gets out of the car and comes round to open the door and as Samuel gets out he keeps a hold of my hand, never letting go, even for a moment so I can get my balance as I step out of the car. We step up the stairs to the door and we are greeted by a man in a pilot's uniform.
”Good morning, Mr. Harding, Miss Ford. We are all clear for take off so if you would like to get comfortable we can get going.”
”Of course, James. Everything look clear?”
”Yes, sir. We should have a steady flight.” Samuel leads me through into the cabin and I notice how the interior is all pale, but the seats are beautiful black leather that looks so comfortable and inviting. There must be about twelve seats altogether in groups of two with black tables in the middle. I watch as Samuel takes off his jacket and hands it to a stewardess who comes over to greet us.
”Mr. Harding. Miss Ford. Can I get you anything before takeoff?”
”No, thank-you Helen, we won't need anything till later.” She takes Samuel's jacket and mine and I watch yet another perfect figure walk away from me. I can sense Samuel lean into me as he whispers into my ear.
”She's not as beautiful as you.” He gestures for me to take a seat at the front of the plane and he takes the one next to me. He looks so comfortable in this world, a world I have no doubt he controls and excels at and I can't help, but wonder how I would fit into all of this. I can feel his hand return to mine just as he leans over to strap me in and then do the same to himself.
”You're not nervous are you? This is nothing after what we've done.”
”Do you mean when you made me jump out of a plane?”
”You loved it, it wasn't that bad. Besides you're still here aren't you?”
”That's not the point and you know it.” Such a confident a.s.s that if I didn't have such intense feelings for him, it would make me hate him. Once we are both settled the captain comes on the loudspeaker to say we are getting ready to depart. Samuel keeps a hold of my hand the whole time as I try to take in deep breaths in an attempt to control my fear. I can hear the engines come alive beneath me and as the plane leaves the safety of the runway I feel the blood within me leave my head as I am pushed back into my seat. Soon I take a glance out of the window and I can see the beauty of Italy underneath as we travel through the cotton wool-like clouds. Within minutes the captain comes back on to say we can move around within the cabin. I can sense rather than see Samuel's relief as he takes off his seat belt and does the same to me. He stands up before me with a hand pulled out for me to take.
”Come.” The look he gives me leaves no room for question and I let him lead me through the cabin. We come to two doors. He points to the right with just one word.
”Bathroom.” Then he walks to the other door and opens it just as he pushes me through with a need I have never seen in him before. I step into the room with Samuel behind me, leading the way, and I can see a bed dominates the small s.p.a.ce. The bed is much smaller than I'm used to seeing in this man's presence, but the amount of cus.h.i.+ons and comforters makes the bed look just as comfortable as if we were at the Ritz. The walls of the room are just the same as the cabin, but the colors on the bed give the room an added presence I didn't think could exist in such a situation.
”I've always wanted s.e.x on a plane.” He begins to trace his fingers up my arms to down my breast to then the hem of my top where he grasps and begins to pull it up my stomach to up over my head. He turns me around so that I am now facing him and leans in ever so slightly and runs kisses down my neck to my collarbone, where he licks and sucks at the bone that resides there.
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