Unbroken Love

Chapter 20-1

Chapter 20

Atwood House

10:51 p.m.

Alistair was rubbing his chin in quiet deliberation, his eyes appraising Sophia’s reaction.

Shoo, Lord Pokerface, you’re not welcome. “Very well, Alistair Connor,” she muttered, gaping at him. “So be it.”

He saw her hesitating as if she was going to say something more. She appeared lost. Oh, f**k it. This is not a business discussion, Alistair Connor. Stop being so icy cold. He picked her up in his arms and put her on his lap. “Don’t be angry.”

Hmm, better. “I’m not angry at your decision. I understand. This is an important matter that can affect even our private lives. It’s just that it sounds like your heart isn’t talking at all. It’s rather logic and facts instead of really feeling sad and regretful for not going. It’s the old Alistair Connor again, afraid of being betrayed and hurt. Seeing the scene from afar.”

Marchioness Freud. His fingers moved her head slowly to face him. He rose his eyebrows as her serious stare pierced his soul. Make it light, Alistair Connor. A ghost of a wry smile touched his lips. “Possibly. But you knew I didn’t have a heart.”

Damn you. Sophia jumped from his lap and stomped her foot on the rug. “Oh, stop this, Lord Heartless. I’m not find this amusing.”

How I love you, Sophia. He looked contrite. “You’re right, mo chridhe. This is serious, really. I’ll go a long way to put these men in their places. The first time was bribery. Wrong, but—”

“A crime,” she corrected. One LO has committed many times too.

“A crime,” he accepted, “but usual in your country. Malcolm and Berkley dealt with it naïvely because it was expected. Now they want more bribes and are threatening. I won’t accept blackmail. How much is enough? I need to be here and settle it.”

“And you won’t be mad if I go? Alone with Ethan?” She sat back on his legs, unsure of his previous words saying she should still go. “Really?”

“Nae, I trust you.” He pushed her hair back and his mouth touched her skin just under her ear. He bit her earlobe and she shuddered, cuddling against his chest. “By the way, you won’t be alone. Ashley, Mrs. Chanda, Scott, and those many volunteers are company enough.”

When his mouth made its way to her neck, her hands stopped his head. “Ah, no. I guess not.”

What? His head moved up and he gazed down at her, arching a black eyebrow. “Are you retaliating?” Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Don’t even think of it.

“Retaliating for what?”

“Me not going to India.”

Oh, no. Sophia managed not to blush, and she rolled her eyes at him. “This is so not like me. I just don’t feel like making love tonight.”

Ah, I see. He whispered on her lips, “Liar.”

Sophia could see that he knew exactly what she was lying about. “It’s…it’s awkward. Embarrassing.” Gabriel never liked it.

He smirked. “You have so much to learn.”

“Are you laughing at me?”

“Nae, Beauty, never. I’ve learned not to laugh at you,” he said, before he picked her up in his arms and entered the bedroom, kicking the door closed, his eyes burning hot. “I’ll give you two minutes before I meet you in the shower.”

“Aw…Alistair Connor—”

His fingers dipped in her long hair, angling her head. His forest-green eyes hypnotized her as he slowly drew his tongue over his lips and bent his head, doing the same with hers. It was just a smooth touch of his tongue over her skin but it fueled her with his passion.

Everything inside Sophia ignited in flames and she melted against his hot body. She clasped her hands on either side of his face as he kissed her deeply, possessing her mouth and her soul.

When she moaned against his lips, he said, “We’ve done enough talking. You have only one minute now.”

“Counting!” she shouted, as she ran to her bathroom and his laughter followed.

She threw her clothes in the hamper and her tampon in the bin, glancing at her flushed face in the mirror. He’s so good at making me feel unashamed and comfortable with our desires. She ran to the shower, opening it and washing herself with her scented vanilla soap.

“That’s my favorite perfume,” he breathed, pulling her flush to his body. His erection probed her buttocks. “You, soap, and water. Sophia MacCraig. Mine.”

She turned and dipped her fingers in his hair, bending his head to hers, and kissing him with passion.

He groaned, using his bulk to crowd her against the wall until there was no room for her to move. He grabbed her hips, hefting her up against him as her legs wound around him. He shifted her so his hard manhood settled perfectly between her lower lips, teasing her as he moved his hips back and forth.

He looked at her with so much lust in his hooded eyes that Sophia’s breathing spiked and she felt hot anticipation coursing through her veins. He leaned in, ducking his head until their mouths hovered a mere breath apart.

“Have me now,” she whispered on his lips. “I’m so hot for you.”

“There’s no rush.” Alistair eased into her, slowly, filling her, tormentingly and exquisitely slow, staring at her as he did it. The passion on her face was beautiful to watch, the way her lips parted and opened in shallow breaths as she reveled in the fullness.

She gasped when he flexed and circled his hips. Her eyes closed in senseless delight. “Oh, Alistair Connor.”

“Sophia,” he grunted in the hollow of her neck, nipping at her shoulder with small love bites. He loved to hear her call his name hoarsely; he wanted to hear it all night long in that sexy way that showed she was loving every little thing he did to her. He took her earlobe in his mouth, nibbling at it as he moved his hips back leisurely, almost pulling out of her, only to push in again, as if he had all the time in the world, and there it was again, his name called out loud. Rotating his hips, changing angles, he pulled out completely in a slow withdrawal.

When the head of his c**k left her, Sophia was gasping in loud breaths. He pushed in again, the torture and ecstasy so acute she was sure she would die of it. Her nails dug in his scalp and she screamed her pleasure out loud.

Although Sophia knew he enjoyed making love slowly, building the pleasure to its maximum height, testing new ways and movements with her, there was something different in that moment.

It wasn’t a s****l need. Or s****l desperation, or fury, as he sometimes had. Nor was it one of his s****l games. This tormenting had an underlying meaning, but she couldn’t discern it as she felt her c****x grip her, and screaming his name, she came apart in his arms, grinding against his pelvis, clamping him inside her.

But Alistair was not ready yet. He was aroused and stiff as he had never been before, a spicy lava running so hot in his veins he was sweating under the warm water. When he first entered her, he thought he would spill himself immediately. Sophia was always a tight velvet glove for him, but he had managed to control it. As her s*x gripped him in spasms, it made him painfully aware and pleasurably glad of his unspent desire.

He wanted more. And more.

And unbidden, the word left his mouth, “More!”

As if apologizing for staying in London, he wanted to be inside her forever, to leave his mark imprinted so deep she would not forget him. He shifted his hold, pressing her against the wall and liberating a hand, moved it between them to caress her c**t, leading her to another o****m.

“Yes!” Her legs pressed tighter against his waist. Sophia picked up the rhythm, riding him as he spread little kisses on her face. His tongue traced her lips over and over again, before he took her mouth in a long, sensuous kiss.

A more powerful o****m was taking her to a new height, and she was going to bring him with her. She started working her inner muscles around his arousal. He was so hard, she could feel every single inch of him. “Now! With me.”

Moving his hips in a frenzy, he rasped, “Open your eyes.”

He was watching her heatedly, panting, looking so unusually uncontrolled.

Sophia’s yellow-diamond gaze landed on him and that was his undoing, while looking at him, was hers.

“You’re mine; my everything. I breathe you, I live you, I love you,” he whispered fiercely.

Sophia felt as if a pagan invocation had cast its spell over her body, heart, and soul. She welcomed it. With her, Alistair was untamed, undisciplined. He was savage. He was also brutally sweet. As much as he took, he gave back even more.

She loved him and was ready to give him all of herself and receive his true self.

Moving together, their moans filled the bathroom, their wet bodies rubbing against each other sensuously, all the sensations tightening and consuming as the warm water beat around them, spinning quicker, a whirlpool of delight, spiraling them both into a bright vortex of pleasure and love.

He sat down on the warm marble floor, leaning against the wall, with a boneless Sophia in his arms.

He smiled, happy, sated, and tired. With contentment, he breathed in her partially wet hair, pushing a lock away from her face. “You’re wearing me out.”

“Oh,” she whispered lazily, and yawned against his neck, sending goosebumps running down to his n*****s. “Lord Mighty-Alistair-Connor is tired after a single bout of sex.”

This was not s*x. “Nae, Sophia. Never. s*x is uneventful and boring.”

She was feeling so safe and warm in his arms, she felt like sleeping right there in the shower. But his heavy accent made her crane her neck to search his face. “s*x is boring?!”

His broad hand framed her entire face and his thumb caressed her lips. The heat of his eyes was intense and he was serious when he answered, “s*x is just for the sake of lust. I can make love to you. I can f**k you. All night long, or just once. But I’ll never just have s*x with you.”

“No?” she asked, baffled at his sudden change of moods. Hello, Lord Mercurial. Spurring him further, she asked, “Not even if I asked you to have s*x with me? Just for the sake of lust?”

He grunted, not knowing if he was displeased or tempted. But in the next second, he shook his head. Even if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to. “Nae. You, Wife, you’re too important to me.” In a rumble that came from deep within, he tightened his arms around her like iron bands and rasped, “s*x doesn’t involve feelings. When one loves like I love you, the bond is so deep that it overwrites everything with deep emotions. Even lust.”

Thursday, February 24, 2011

6:39 a.m.

Sophia got into bed again and snuggled onto Alistair’s warm body, kissing his lips, “Happy birthday.”

“Mmm…” He licked his lips, tasting her fresh mint toothpaste. She’s planning something. Blinking awake, he smiled sleepily at her, “‘Morning. It’s early.”

“Yep. But it’s your birthday.” Sophia’s fingers wandered into his hair, tugging at the silky lengths, and pulled him close for a deeper kiss. Happy birthday, my beloved husband. I have many surprises for you.

His smile grew when she broke the kiss and flexed herself onto him.

He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes in pleasure. White roses, orange blossoms, and vanilla. Sophia.

She dragged her lips across his jaw line until she could whisper in his ear, “Carpe diem.”

“I will,” he said, rolling her beneath him and pushing himself down the covers. The words came out muffled. “There’s a ripe fruit I’d rather pluck right now.”

She smiled, amused at his readiness.

At his tongue’s first touch, a rush of desire swept her entire being and the smile was replaced by parted lips, from which a loud moan came out.

He laughed. “I just started.”

“So, go on,” she breathed, back. Sophia’s arms crossed over her head, under the supple pillow, gripping it, ready to enjoy the torment and rapture she knew would come.

It was his birthday and she was the one who was going to receive the gift.

Sophia had already left, so beautifully dressed in a red-wine wool dress, with long fitted sleeves and bodice, the wide sexy skirt swirling around her legs, that he almost asked her to forgo whatever hellish contract she had to sign and spend the day with him and Gabriela.