Sold For Eternity

Chapter 19

My wounds had healed, and bruises had faded by the time Jackson returned. I had gotten into a peaceful routine. I should’ve known it wouldn’t last. I was in bed reading when the door slammed open. I jumped, dropping my book.

“Did you miss me”? He asked grinning at me.

I remained quiet. He walked no, stalked toward the bed. I felt like prey caught in a predator’s gaze. “I asked you a question,” he stated. There was the dangerous velvet. I knew what would happen if I didn’t say something. I chose to avoid the question. “Where have you been.”? I think I surprised him by speaking. He paused for only a brief second. So, briefly, my mind may have imagined it. “Away to let you settle in.” He said, still stalking around the bed to reach me. “To give me time to learn to love your people.” He did stop altogether this time.

His head c****d to the side; the smile did not fade. How did I ever think he was sexy? He was dangerous.

“You’re smart. I like that. No reason to hide it, you already have it figured out. Yes, Sam, now you know what you stand to lose or who you stand to lose. I hear good things from them though. You have learned about the farm and are making improvements. They are all impressed. I will decide later if that is warranted. For now, I would like my wife to welcome me home.” At that point he no longer stalked, he was on me in less than a breath.

My heart rate spiked. “Please I’ve never,” I couldn’t finish the sentence. This was just a nightmare it had to be. This could not really be happening. I knew that eventually it would come to this, but I had put it out of my mind. Trying to avoid even the thought. He only laughed and let more of his weight ease down on my body. “Shhhh,” he whispered in between the kisses he was placing on my neck, “the time for talking is done.”

My mouth was dry. I wanted to push him away. I had to mentally restrain myself not to push him away and run. I caught him off guard the first time in the truck. I doubt that will happen again. I gripped the sheets below me in an effort to control my hands.

His hands roamed up and down my body while he still placed small kisses along my neck and collar bone. I closed my eyes to block it out. That was a mistake. With my eyes closed, the sense of touch was heightened. My body was starting to react. My grip on the sheet had relaxed, and one hand had even made its way up to his bicep. No, my brain screamed. My body did not listen. My body relaxed and started to tingle all over as his hands made their way up into my hair. It was at the point that his lips finally met my own that my brain even gave in and let my body take control. I kissed him back with both hands gripping at the shirt he still had on. My eyes never opened. I don’t know how or when it happened, but my fingertips felt skin instead of fabric. His shirt was off, and I could feel the muscles rippling below my hands. I pressed harder, willing his body closer to mine. He was like a man lost in the dessert dying for water. At that moment, I was his water, and he was drinking every inch of my body. The silk night gown that I had put on that night for bed was now ripped from my body in one quick movement. He pulled away. I didn’t say a word, but I wanted to pull him back. I knew he was still there. I could hear his ragged breathing.

Finally, when I thought I couldn’t stand the waiting anymore, he took both of my hands in one of his and stretched them above my head. His mouth returned to mine. Hungrier than before. As his tongue searched and found my own, a moan escaped from me. Who was I? What the hell was going on? This was not me at all. As soon as the moan reached his ears. My body was his. There was nothing I could do or would have wanted to do at that point. The grip he had on my hands grew stronger. His kisses became more exhilarating. The heat trying to consume my body tripled, and my hips were searching for his. It was as if my body was possessed.

I never heard his zipper or felt his pants come off, but they had. In one swift moment, he entered my body. I screamed, but he crushed his lips down on mine to muffle the sound. He never slowed down or eased in tempo and within seconds my body felt like screaming for other reasons. My hands grasped at his back and my legs wrapped around his waist all by themselves.

A growl escaped his lips and that was all it took. I was over the edge. Clinging to the man I hated as if every fiber of my being needed him to survive. He growled again, and I knew he was over that same ledge with me. My body was still riding the wave. Even has he continued to kiss me, and his weight pushed me down into the mattress, my brain still had not returned to normal processing. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t lost in my own thoughts.