Chapter 158: CHAPTER 158

ROBIN

He took my hand into his, keeping my palm ironed to his lips while spreading soft kisses on its trail the entire journey home. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, didn’t even know how to. For months I couldn’t bring myself to accept the intensity and domineering nature of this man. The overwhelming love he showed me every single day and at times, I wonder why I stretched the possibility of being this man’s wife. I’d never really fantasised about a wedding, never had to daydream about a man making me his completely after my failed engagement with Mason—I’d shut that side of me down. Watching this beautiful man, my hand on his face, his lips etched to my skin, his eyes singeing every hair on my body, I knew I made the right decision. I may have stalled a bit but I was confident this was it. I was really going to do life with this crazy control freak.

“What are you thinking about?” He mumbled into my palm, glancing over at me before reverting his gaze back on the road.

“I’m thinking about how much I’m so in love with you.” His gaze softened, pressing my hand deeper to his mouth.

“My whole life belongs to you, Robin. I so wish you’d accept this.”

“I do, Jack.”

Slowly, he slipped my hand away from his lips, dragging it to his pounding heart.

“This is how much you mean to me.” He breathed, catching a glimpse of my face. “I was ready to strip naked and run mad through the streets of London if you had rejected me.” I chortled, even louder when he joined me, his perfect eyes crinkling at the corners. Oh! He was so beautiful.

“You always had a reason to put it off… I was starting to think you literally wanted me demented and sectioned.”

“You don’t think I could’ve said no tonight?”

“You wouldn’t have had a choice. You were going to be the Lady of the fort and of everything I owned by the time we left the restaurant. And now, you are.”

“You’re so bossy.” I grumbled, ripping my hand from his chest and cupping his rough cheeks.

“I make an effort to make it abundantly clear.” His eyes twinkled, turning into me when he made a hard turn to the right to the titanic gates of our fortress, opening automatically by the sensory recognition.

In a fluid movement, I was being heaved from my seat and carried away into our home to our palatial bedroom. He started a slow spin right away, pulling my back to him, his head falling onto my shoulders, his hips digging into my bum, his arms circling me completely.

“I’m going to kiss you.”

A soft gasp instinctively escaped my lips, an invitation to the lustful adventure we were yet to embark. Sweeping my glossy mane to the side, he made a meal of slowly running his tongue over the skin of my neck… gently making his way to my cheek before tugging at the corner of my lips. My hand flew to the back of his neck, pushing him into my mouth as he slowly sent me delirious. One arm left my waist to the back of my dress, unzipping me in a swift tug of the zipper before peeling me clean of any material.

“Turn around.” He purred and I complied immediately, my body wanting him on every part of it. “You’re breathtaking, Robin.” I didn’t know where my voice had vanished to but I couldn’t locate it anywhere. I was a mass of pent up, horny, dripping mess. I could only manage a faint gulp, gluing my eyes to his face, waiting to be taken to yet another realm of pleasure. My knickers were gently removed from my legs, my nipple cover detached from my skin before I was rammed to his body, my hands splayed on his broad chest, touring and feeling the solid muscles beneath his shirt. One hand was quickly snatched from his chest, each finger carefully dipped into his mouth, his tongue wrapping delicately around them as his eyes remained etched on my face. I licked my bottom lip seductively and before I could keep up the tease, his tongue came invading wildly into my mouth, searching for every corner to taste.

My hands travelled to his flap, making a habit of unbuckling his belt and dealing with his zipper. That out of the way, I groped to this shirt, attacking his buttons with fury while greedily devouring his mouth. I was high on red, yanking his shirt from his shoulder and threading my hand through his hair, humming sweetly into his mouth.

In a swift manoeuvre, I was bundled to his chest, making sure our lips never left each other as he guided my legs around his waist, pacing to our gigantic bed and planting me gently into the plush bedding. Mouth still on mouth, tongue digging into the back of my throat, desire heavy in my groin. I felt his hand touring down my legs, moving to my cleft and spreading them wide like they could be the gates to heaven, before easing through my flood of juices.

“Jack.” An involuntary moan slipped from my tongue, gasping before my lips were attacked again. He was slow, stupid slow, skimming the swollen lips of my entrance teasingly with his finger before withdrawing, not daring to breach in, at least not yet. My heart rate stormed high, hammering in my breastbone, adrenaline pumping through every crevice of my body, his touch driving me insane.

“Oh God, Jack!” I cried, gripping his shoulder for dear life as he plunged two fingers inside me, flicking them gently and letting them hit my G-spot. I was going fucking insane and hopefully I’d be the one demented and sectioned for overloaded pleasure.

“What do you want?” he mused, keeping on with his assault on me, sending my eyes rolling back into their sockets.

“Tell me, Robin.” My body arched on, boobs pointing out, mind reeling in the sensation that was penetrating me at every turn, a little chuckle escaping him. I was lost for words, my heating nerves not helping in the slightest at the onslaught of the unimaginable pleasure shattering me. I gripped the bedding, fisting and dragging it as desire continued to turn me outside in.

“I can’t hear you.” he growled, increasing the flicking movement. I let out a long guttural trembling moan. “You want my cock where my fingers are right now?”

Shaking, I gave out a loud cry “Ooooh Jesus!” He dipped, humming and nibbling at my ear as I disintegrated, releasing my orgasm all over his fingers.

A smug snort slipped through him. “That’s what I thought.” He pulled my face closer, pressing a kiss to my lips before manoeuvring between my thighs.

A buzz from his phone alarmed me, growing louder by the minute though he didn’t seem to be fazed.

“Your phone...” I breathed, struggling to calm my racing heart. “Aren’t you going to answer?”

He lifted his head slowly to me, looking me dead in the eyes.

“The last time I answered a buzz in a critical moment like this one, I spent a year and a half paying for it.” He kissed my nose.

“That fucking phone could buzz the roof off, and I still wouldn’t move an inch.”

“But—” He shut me up with a long kiss, parting my lips slowly with his tongue, hungrily lapping and stroking mine before drawing back, breathless.

“Neither one of us is moving out of this bed,” he promised, resuming his greedy thrash of my lips before reaching for my breasts, cupping each one and moulding in his big palms.

Ignoring the persistent humming noise out of existence.