
Annabelle's POV.
As we drove past the barely lit street, headed for his place, I couldn't help but reminisce on the madness that had occurred earlier. When Charles had barged in on our conversation, I had sworn everything was over. I should have been scared of the fact that he might have made me, but instead, I was scared for his life
I knew without a flicker of doubt that Charles wouldn't have left that restroom alive if he had realised the truth about our conversation. My father would've made sure of it. So when it became apparent that he had only overhead little, I found myself breathing a sigh of relief.
I couldn't bear the thought of Charles dying, and that single reaction scared the shit out of me.
As he took my hands in his and hurriedly dragged me out of the ballroom and into his car, I couldn't help the pang of excitement spiralling down my spine. The moment we shut the door, I grabbed him and slammed my lips to him roughly. Maybe it was the sense of foreboding, maybe it was the fear that I would never taste his lips again or maybe it was just pure lust. Whichever the case, Charles reactions was worth every minute of it.
With a look of surprise in his eyes, he groaned, "Fuck, Annabelle, your place or mine?"
I had hungrily grunted 'yours' as I covered his lips with mine again. I felt borderline obsessive and the feeling was fucking addictive. When he pulled his lips from mine to turned on the ignition, I became pissed, desperate and cold, already missing the feeling of his lips on mine.
He didn't understand the raw need I had for him. Or maybe he did because the next thing I knew we were speeding out the parking lot with immense urgency and it was damn hot to see him so out of control. My body responded to the sheer masculinity of it all.
I stole a glance at him from the corner of my eyes, and he looked divine. His hands were gripping the wheels so hard his knuckles were turning white.
"If you keep looking at me like that Annabelle, we won't make it to my front gate." He grunted lustfully.
I grabbed my bottom lips between my teeth to stop myself from moaning. I was unbelievable wet.
Soon, we were driving through the gates of his mansion and stumbling up the stairs to his bedroom. As we staggered into his room, he pushed me up against the door, slamming it shut with my back, caging me in the process.
A heavy silence hung between us as we stared at each other for a full second. My spine was pressed against the cool wood and I was forced to look downwards to his face. One of his hands sat against the oak surface near the top of my head and I could feel the heat radiating from him. I could feel my body tingling from the sheer tension swizzling between us.
"Do you really want this?" I heard Charles say. His voice completely wreaked.
"Yes," I whispered, almost like a silent prayer.
That was all the encouragement he needed because the next moment, he slipped his fingers into my hair and slammed his lips to mine. Taking everything I had to offer, giving me all.
My scalp pricked from the force of his grasp on my hair, and my hands found the hem of his shirt. The black cotton felt cool as it bunched up between my fingers. I tugged him towards me, trying to feel as much of him as I could as our lips collided in a heated rhythm.
I could feel his erection, thick and unmistakable, straining against the dark denim of his pants, pressing into my belle through the laced fabric of my dress.
I needed out of this dress now!
As if reading my thoughts, he detached himself from me reluctantly, grabbed my hands and walked me to the edge of the bed. He moved behind me and began to slowly undo my zip. The dress pooled around my ankles in a fluffy bunch and I stepped out of It.
I felt his lips on my shoulder as he slowly kissed his way up my neck and settled at the curve of my ears. I arched into him as he kissed the tender skin there. A fire ignited below my skin and surged through the rest of me.
"My turn," I moaned.
Turning towards him, I quickly undid the buttons of his shirt and tossed it aside. I couldn't help but enjoy the feel of his hard chest beneath my palms as I felt him up. He was so toned and muscled and every woman's dream.
One of my hands snaked down his chest, over slaps of hard muscles, until it found the buckle of his belt. I unbuckled it, undid his button and took down the zipper of his slacks. He peeled them away along with his boxers and socks and shoes, and I reached behind me for the clap of my bra while he curled a finger beneath the top of my panties and tugged them down my legs.
For a moment, he stood there with appreciation shining in his eyes as they travelled hungrily over me, lingering on my brown, aroused nipples and the naked shaven space between my thighs. Then he reached for me and I happily rested my hands on his shoulders as he lifted me, wrapped my legs around his torso and placed me in the middle of the bed. Then settled between my legs.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, "So fucking beautiful Annabelle."
"Charles," I mumbled, voice laced with unknown emotions. I wasn't used to such endowments.
I fastened my ankles around his waist as I felt the tip nudging my wet entrance. I moaned at the sweetness of it all.
"Please," I breathed as I tried to wiggle him inside me. He chuckled darkly. Pressing his lips into mine, he sunk into my core slowly, and we both swore profanely as my body took him in, little by little, until he reached the very end of me.
I couldn't help but cry out from the incredible fullness of it all.
"Annabelle, are you okay?" He grunted breathlessly. His face was a tortured canvas as he tried to stay in control.
"I'm fine," I moaned breathlessly, "More, please.."
"Fuck Anna," he growled as he rocked out slowly until only the tip of him was in and slammed back with full force, again and again, and again.
Unspoken truths filled the space between us as sweat trickled across our skin and our slick bodies slide against each other, as my fingers laced themselves into his dark hair and he buried his face between the crock of my neck.
"Charles," I cried out in a high pitched whimper when he hit a spot that made me see the stars and the moon all at once. "You feel..." My breath left me as I tripped over every muddled word that tried to fall from my mouth, "Arh..." I moaned, unable to finish my sentence as he rocked into me.
He groaned deeply from his throat and it vibrated through every single piece of me. "Fuck Anna, I feel like God himself when I'm inside you," he responded, his breathing laboured as our movement became more reckless, more desperate.
He gripped the side of my face and kissed me with a wild kind of warmth, so much rawness that I was reduced to a shivering mess beneath him.
As we frantically chased after our high, I knew once and for all that I couldn't kill him. As I fell off the edge with his name tumbling down my lips and he emptied himself inside me with my name on his lips like a freaking song, I knew this thing between us was something else entirely.
As we came down from our high, our heart beating in sync I knew we were officially screwed. I was totally screwed.
I felt whole but completely destroyed. This was a fucking disaster.