Black Rose

Chapter 12

I could honestly only smile at his words as I pulled him in for another kiss. He keeps having these surprising moments that constantly throw me off and make me melt on the inside, much like with his questioning right now.

"What was that for?" he asked, breathless from our kiss.

I bit my lip seductively. "How fast do you think we can get to the hotel?"

It's safe to say that he was impatient the whole way there.

"I don't think you understand what you do to me Rose Kidman," he said lowly, eyeing me through hooded eyes as he took off his jacket. We were locked away in our hotel room, and I knew he was undoubtedly about to have his way with me.

"I'm pretty sure I don't," I purred, pulling down the zip of my dress and letting it fall to the floor, leaving me in my blood red lacy underwear.

His eyes drank me in appreciatively, roaming my body as he stalked towards me. "Well, we can't have you clueless about such important matters now can we?"

"No, we can't," I said before sliding my hands under his t-shirt.

He groaned a little as I skimmed my fingernails down his back, before moving to lift the t-shirt up. He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his torso as he stared deep into my eyes, walking towards the bed.

"You're a siren Rose Kidman. You call to my heart and I'm trapped in you, in your spell," he murmured, his lips leaving a scorching trail on my bosom area.

I couldn't even form any words as my bra disappeared to the floor. My back touched the soft bed, only to arch as this man's talented tongue had me fighting to keep my eyes from rolling to the back of my head.

"You are a Goddess, a Queen. I don't know why you picked me, but I'm forever grateful."

At his words, something in me snapped if you may, and I had a new mission in mind. I surprised him by managing to flip him onto his back. He was momentarily confused but by the time he could stop me, he was too late.

"God, Rose," he grunted, his head falling back onto the pillow.

It was a new experience for me. He's the only man I've slept with, and he's only ever paid attention to me, refusing to let me return the favour. Looking at him through hooded eyelids, I could only feel pride at getting the reaction that I was out of him.

I was in control, and I loved every minute of it. I straddled him, letting him sink into me, gasping at the sensation and just letting myself drink in the moment. He didn't say anything, and when I looked down at him, he was looking at me with a look I'd never seen from him before.

I had no time to question it as I moved, making us both react. We'd been close before, but I don't think we'd been this intimate before. I forced myself to look back into his eyes through my pleasure, and the look was still in his eyes.

I was euphoric, riding on a high that had me solely focused on this man. Tears rushed to my eyes as I rode out my ecstasy, and he reached out to wipe them away as he joined me. I slumped onto his chest, breathing heavily.

"I love you Rose Kidman. I know the thought terrifies you because of how quickly everything is happening between us, but I know what I feel. I know that I've never felt for anyone, what I feel for you. You don't have to say anything in return. I just want you to know that I love you."

And I couldn't say anything.

He proceeded to flip me over before showing me through action, the truth behind his words. I could only pray that the walls were thick enough because I didn't hold back from expressing just how in agreement my body was with what was being done to it.