312: He's Not To Play Tonight

312: He's Not To Play Tonight
Ella’s POV

Shawn led me to a hotel, a neutral space where neither the weight of the Hayes family’s world nor the intimacy of my apartment would overwhelm us. Here, in this hotel room, it could just be him and me—two people caught up in each other, desperate to spend time together. 

No past, no worries, no heavy emotional confessions. Just us, and the aching longing we’d carried for each other. The room felt too small to contain the intensity between us.

Shawn was always gentle with me, even in our most intimate moments, but tonight, something was different. 

The way he gripped my waist, pulling me closer with a hunger that matched his fiery kisses, showed a side of him that was anything but gentle. He was burning with desire, and I could feel it in every touch, every glance. His fingers were electric, sparking heat wherever they landed.

And I loved it.

It had been weeks since I left the Hayes mansion, weeks since our breakup, weeks of not speaking, not seeing him, not touching him. Weeks of being apart, craving each other but unable to act on it. So tonight, we deserved to let ourselves be a little wild with desire.

My hands slid over his shoulders, tugging at the fabric of his jacket, trying to channel the burning need his kisses and touches ignited in me. His scent—woodsy, addictive—wrapped around me, pulling me deeper. His tongue, silky and demanding, tangled with mine, claiming more space in my mouth. 

His hands roamed my barely covered back, the tight dress leaving little to the imagination, before sliding down to my hips, where he gripped me with a force that proved those hands weren’t just capable of gentleness—they could be wicked, too.

“Awr…” I let out an involuntary moan as he grabbed me like that, but then he lifted me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his torso.

“You drive me crazy, Ella…” he mumbled, his blue eyes darkened with desire. He didn’t give me a chance to respond before claiming my mouth again in a kiss even more overwhelming than the first. The good-guy charm was gone, and I wasn’t complaining.

Not at all.

In this position, I could feel his erection pressing against me, sending waves of urgent pleasure through me, so intense my toes curled. Shawn practically threw me onto the bed, no trace of caution in his movements. “Oh my God… Why are you so… ravenous?” I asked, my voice low and teasing, biting my lip as I gave him a sultry look.

“That’s what happens when you stay away from me for so long, doctor…” he said, his hands fumbling to shed his jacket and dress shirt, moving so fast the buttons nearly popped off.

“Oh, I might just deserve a little punishment, then,” I teased, my hand trailing sensually over my curves. I saw his Adam’s apple bob, like he was on the verge of losing all control.

“Good thing you know you’re in trouble,” he growled, his voice dangerously thick. He pulled me by the waist, climbing over me, his lips attacking mine as he tugged at the zipper of my dress with a hint of desperation.

And I wasn’t about to stay passive.

I positioned my legs on either side of his body, fully surrendering to the danger of what this meant, and reached for his pants, undoing his belt and zipper with the same urgency.

And he was… ready for me.

“Shawn…”

“This is what happens when you play naughty with me, doctor,” he smirked. “Tell me, are you going to put out this fire tonight?”

In response, I kissed him again, guiding his hard length to my entrance and pushing him inside in one swift motion. We both gasped, our eyes locked. “Ella…”

“Like the answer?” I challenged.

“It’s a good start for someone who owes an apology,” he replied, and I let out a soft giggle, slowly rocking my hips back and forth.

“Then make me apologize tonight,” I whispered in his ear, making him gasp.

He gripped my waist with both hands and began to thrust, slow at first but quickly picking up speed. I clutched his shoulders, reminded of how big he was—especially when he wasn’t in the mood to be gentle like before.

Tonight was different from all the other times. Sure, before our breakup, Shawn and I had been together for about two months. We’d shared a life, lived together, slept together, and of course, we’d had our fiery intimate moments. But tonight, the heat was more intense than ever before.

“Shawn… Awn…!” I moaned breathlessly, feeling his firm thrusts as he sucked on my shoulder with force, one of my hands gripping his neck while the other braced against the wall for balance.

His mouth moved to my chest, his body curling into mine, and he devoured my breasts as if he couldn’t get enough, even through the fabric of my dress. I helped him, pulling the material down to bunch at my waist, freeing my breasts. He immediately latched on, sucking and coating them with his saliva.

Yes, this was the man I wanted—no one else. I didn’t care about the reasons we’d been apart anymore. I just wanted him, forever, consequences be damned.

I needed him.

I needed to feel my body against his, to lose myself in him in this raw, unfiltered way. I needed to belong to this man.

My entire body shuddered as I reached my climax, my nails digging into his back as I moaned loudly, writhing beneath him. I clenched around him, and it pushed him over the edge, his release spilling inside me in hot, pulsing waves as he reached ecstasy with me.

“Shawn…” I gasped, my breathing ragged, looking into his eyes.

“My love, I missed you so much…” he murmured, equally breathless, before kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling a satisfaction so complete it was like I’d found paradise.