Forbidden Chemistry

TheFlameRekindled

The quiet restraint of his previous courtship was completely gone. The lingering taste of her on his lips, the memory of her raspy gasps against his ear, and the raw reality of having her back in his arms had awakened an insatiable, possessive hunger in Thomas that a single round could never satisfy.

His long, warm fingers slid up from her hip, tracing the sensitive dip of her waist before slowly moving higher. Jen's breath caught in her throat as his hand cupped the full, delicate weight of her breast.

" Thomas, wait," she breathed out, her voice dissolving into a needy whisper as his thumb lightly brushed across her peak.

" I waited five years, Jen," Thomas rasped against her collarbone, his voice rough, uneven, and laced with absolute devotion.

" I am done waiting."

He shifted higher, his dark eyes holding hers captive as he lowered his head. His warm, parted lips closed over her swollen n****e, drawing it gently into his mouth.

A sharp, electric shock wave shot straight to the core of Jen's body. She gasped out loud, her fingers tangling tightly into his short, dark hair, pulling him closer rather than pushing him away. Thomas teased the sensitive peak with the tip of his tongue, swirling around it with deliberate, agonizing slowness before applying a firm, exquisite suction that made Jen arch off the bed, her hips instinctively rising to seek the heavy, solid heat pressing between her thighs.

" You like that, don't you?" Thomas growled softly against her skin, moving his mouth to her other breasts to give it the same intense, burning attention. He flicked his tongue over the hardened peak, kissing and nipping gently until Jen was squirming beneath him, whimpering his name into the quiet darkness of the room.

" Thomas ...... please......" Jen begged, her body completely taking over her mind, her earlier protests evaporating like mist in the heat of his touch.

" Tell me what you want, Jen," Thomas demanded darkly, his hand sliding down between her thighs, his long fingers finding the damp, scorching heat waiting for him. He stroked her gently, testing her readiness, his dark eyes burning into hers with fierce, unyielding possession. " Tell me who you belong to."

" You......" Jen gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as his fingers worked their magic, sending waves of liquid heat through her lower stomach. " You, Thomas.....l, God, please......."

Satisfied with her surrender, Thomas pulled back just enough to align himself. He hovered over her, his broad shoulders taut, his dark eyes locked onto her face in the moonlight. He wanted to watch every single emotion crossing her features; he wanted to see the exact moment she yielded to him entirely.

He reached down, his large hand guiding his thick, rigid length to her aching core. He rested his heavy tip right at her entrance, teasing her for a torturous, breathless second, brushing against her wetness until Jen let out a soft, frustrated whimper and wrapped her legs firmly around his waist.

" Look at me, Jen," Thomas commanded, his gravelly baritone low and hypnotic.

Jen opened her eyes, her dark pupils dilated with raw, overwhelming desire, meeting his fierce, possessive gaze.

Without breaking eye contact, Thomas slowly pushed himself forward.

The feeling of him filling her again was overwhelming — a deep, intense stretched friction that made Jen gasp loudly, her nails digging hard into the muscular flesh of his broad back. He sank all the way into her, buried to the hilt, burying his head in the crook of her neck with a heavy, ragged groan of pure satisfaction.

" f**k, Jen....." Thomas gritted out, his muscles trembling beneath the strain of holding his immense weight above her. " You feel so tight...... so perfect......"

He stayed still for a moment, letting her body adjust to his full size, his broad chest rising and falling heavily against hers. He kissed her cheeks, her temple, her trembling lips, offering sweet, tender affection even as his thick body remained deeply embedded inside her.

Then he began to move.

Thomas withdrew almost completely, pulling back until only his tip remained inside her, before diving back in with a hard, deep, devastating thrust that lifted her off the mattress.

" Ah! Thomas!" Jen cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders for dear life as the intense, heavy rhythm took over the room.

He didn't hold back. His pace was relentless, hard, and possessive, each deep stroke hitting his deepest center with breathless precision. The bed frame creaked softly under his powerful movements, the sound blending with the slapping of skin and breathless, needy sounds escaping Jen's throat.

Thomas set a punishing, rhythmic pace, his large hands reaching down to lift her hips, angling her perfectly so every thrust penetrated deeper, harder, and fuller. He filled her completely, leaving no room for doubts, no room for the past, and no room for any other man to ever occupy her mind.

" You're mine, Jen," Thomas rasped aggressively against her mouth, kissing her deeply, his tongue matching the fierce, relentless rhythm of his hips. " Say it....... say you're mine......"

" I'm yours!" Jen cried out, her voice breaking as the intense friction built a blazing, uncontrollable fire in her lower belly. " Thomas...... I'm yours....... I can't........."

The tight, coiled tension inside her snapped. Jen's body convulsed into a violent, breathless orgasm, her internal muscles pulsing tightly around his length in hot, rhythmic waves. She buried her face into his skin as her body shuddered under the peak of her release.

Her tight, guttural roar, Thomas drove deep into her one last time, holding her hips pinned tightly against his body as he paired himself with her, his muscles locking tight as his own powerful release hit him in heavy, surging waves.

Minutes passed in complete heavy silence.

Thomas slowly lowered his massive frame onto the bed, pulling Jen directly onto his broad chest. He wrapped his thick arms securely around her waist and shoulders, cocooning her in his warmth, refusing to let an inch of space exist between them.

Jen rested her head against his collarbone, her heart slowly slowing down to match the steady, deep thud of his. She was thoroughly exhausted, her body pleasantly aching and warm, completely wrapped in his scent and heat.

Thomas kissed the top of her dark hair, his large hand back in gentle, rhythmic sweeps.

"I'm driving you back to your bungalow at seven," Thomas murmured softly into her hair, his gravelly voice filled with an unshakable, quiet peace. " We'll wake up Gioia, make her breakfast, and then I am taking both of my girls out for the day."

Jen let out a soft, breathy chuckle, too tired to put up any defenses, too happy to deny the truth in her heart anymore. She snuggled closer into his broad chest, closing her eyes.

" Okay, President," Jen whispered softly against his skin. " Whatever you say."

Thomas smiled in the dark, holding her tighter as the first hints of dawn began to paint the ocean horizon outside.

End of Chapter 16