Chapter 12: Chapter 12

After what seemed like an eternity, he tore his lips away from hers. "At this point, it's a draw. You have caused me a great deal of suffering.

"I'd only just gotten started," she screamed, the venom in her voice rising to a fever pitch. She yearned for another kiss from him.

"I am going to make you come here so frequently that you won't be able to recognize me when I call your name. Just mine."

His mouth dominated and dominated hers in a passionate kiss that left Anna with no room to resist, not that she wanted to resist in the first place. The lips of this man possessed a special power that could excite every part of her body. Her limbs were licked by sheer, undiluted want as his promises played in her head and delivered an additional rush of excitement. Jerome had claimed power, which was rightfully hers, and she ought to have cared about this development. It would matter to her. immediately following the current kiss.

It was as if he could read her mind, as he tore his lips away from hers. "Anna," he murmured to her as his jaw moved over hers and his lips came close to her ear. "Since we are on the same footing now. Stop hiding behind the power you have over everything. Now it belongs to me. You belong to me now."

The surrender of Anna was something that Jerome desired, and he intended to get it tonight. He smothered her protests with another passionate kiss, relishing the savory flavor of her presence as he did so. His fingers wandered over her back, caressing their way over her side and upward till they reached her breasts and grasped them. She responded to his movements by emitting a low groan as he rubbed his thumb over her breast in a back and forth motion. A groan that only served to whet his appetite for another one. However, he had one thing that needed his attention right away. One absolute must.

In spite of his reluctance, he eventually put Anna down, motivated by the desire to disrobe her. It was necessary to remove the obstacles, which manifested themselves in the form of her dress as well as her pastimes. He had gone over her paperwork. He was aware that she had gone to sex clubs with her former boyfriend, but he also understood that she had moved on from all of that many years ago. Had cloaked herself in a demure and refined appearance, portraying herself as an invulnerable ice princess.

The thought of causing her to give in made his shaft thicken, and it aroused him with the sweet anticipation of her submission.

Because he was impatient, he didn't make much of an effort as he grabbed for the buttons on her blouse. "Take it off before I pull it off," the customer was told. He gave her a steady stare that put her on an even keel. And don't be so sure that I won't follow through. You were able to do what you set out to do." Jerome rubbed his shaft with his hand. "I'm nervous as a cat. I desire you in a bad way."

She moved away from him and bent down, removing her boots. Her eyes went to his hand as he stroked himself, and her teeth sank into the bottom lip of her mouth as she did so. "Had I been there, I would have handled everything for you."

He repeated it with absolute conviction, "You will." "My way."

She rose up, kicking off her boots and socks and exposing her toes, which had been painted a soft, delicate pink. Her entire body exuded femininity and perfection, with just the right amount of softness in just the right places. But there was also that stony façade, behind which she cloaked her sensitive feelings. That couldn't stay. Because he wanted her to be completely submissive to him, the barriers between them had to be broken down.

"What if it turns out that I don't want to do it the way you suggest?"

In response to that, he raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a problem with people enjoying themselves? Because I wish for it to be the case for the both of us."

Her expression betrayed a hint of surprise, and it was clear that his statement had caught her off guard. She paused for a while before bringing her fingers to the silk buttons of her shirt and deftly manipulating them with the tips of her fingers. Whether or not she was aware of it, the actions she took presented the first sign of her submission. She'd made up her mind to let him have his way. Already, they were making headway in the endeavor.

Anna accomplished her duty in a manner that required no introduction. She pulled the shirt off her shoulders, leaving her in a wet, flimsy, pink bra that clung to her breasts. The red pert nipples that were hidden beneath the cloth were exposed for his eager eyes to see. Thankfully, she didn't give up after that point. Her pants came off in a matter of seconds, allowing him a tantalizing glimpse of her alluringly long legs and smooth, milky-white skin. Next followed the briefs, with the tangle of blond locks leading his gaze to the V of her body, and he wondered whether she was wet—no, he knew she was wet. Next came the pantyhose. He was curious about how she would smell and what it would be like to have her wrapped around his cock.

This idea came to a momentary halt when the sheer bra fell to the ground, which gave him the opportunity to admire those full and high breasts in a more in-depth manner.

"I'm all yours, Agent Sandro." Her hands rose up in the air and then to her sides, signaling for someone to come and get her. "What are you going to do with me?" is a rhetorical question.

When he heard that challenge, he couldn't help but smile. She had, in some way, conceded to his demands, yet she was still able to maintain her independence. Holy hell, the woman had an effect on him.

On the mattress, he issued the command.

Her gaze was glued to his features the entire time. She appeared to be giving some thought to the route of submission that she was currently traveling down. One second, two. After that, she appeared to have made up her mind by announcing, "All right," before settling down on the mattress. She struck a provocative stance by sitting with her hands behind her back, her breasts thrust forward, and her knees slightly spread in front of her.

He was not in the mood to be mocked, Jerome thought. No longer, however. It was with his knees that he located the perimeter of the mattress. Before she grasped his plans, she was on her stomach.

His hands were braced on either side of her head, and he had his face buried in her neck while his cock was grazing against that sumptuous backside. "My way," he whispered, his nostrils tingling from the exquisite smell of her desire as it entered his olfactory system. "Just give it some time, and you'll find that you prefer my approach."

He got down on his knees gradually, placing one hand on her lower back in preparation for the possibility that she would turn around and the other hand giving her rear end a light tap. Not hard. Just the right amount to make her understand who was in command.

She raised herself up onto her hands and feet. “Hey—” His one palm slid under her stomach, elevating and holding her hips even as he stroked a finger across the slick moist heat between her legs, parting her swollen lips. The objection turned into a quiet moan as he did this. He massaged her sensitive skin, preparing her a moment before putting his finger inside her.

Her arms became slack, and she curled her fingers into the blanket that was covering the bed. A gentle sigh could be heard coming from the full lips that had been on his cock only a few minutes before. He shifted the hand that he held on her stomach so that it slipped to her clit and then tweaked and flicked her, which caused her hips to arch forward as a result of the action.

Her posterior was angled upward, providing him with easier access and encouraging him to investigate further. Before turning over to lie on his back, he took a moment to enjoy that superb ass in the air while palming her cheeks and then proceeded to lie on his back. He maneuvered his way underneath her hips till he located the area he was looking for. After lapping at her clit, he proceeded to suckle it. She fought against him while moving in sync with his movements.

Anna was not one of the women who choose to remain on the stomach position throughout their pregnancy. Nor had he anticipated her to be in that state. She struggled to get free by getting on her hands and knees, but she was unsuccessful. She stretched her knees wide in anticipation of more and rocked back and forth in response to the thrust of his tongue. Jerome sucked on his finger and teased her. Her clit was swollen, and the sweet honey that emanated from her body was evidence that she was on the verge of having an orgasm. But just when he believed she was about to lose it completely, she took a step forward.

All of a sudden, Anna was sitting on top of him. A split second later, she pulled him inside of her, which not only surprised him but also made him very happy. When the impact of her taking his shaft deep inside her body occurred, both of them let out a collective groan as her warm, wet heat consumed him.

Her voice was hoarse as she pressed her palms firmly against his chest. "Are you saying that we're attempting to get to 'even'? You couldn't have come without me, could you? I didn't want to go without you, so I stayed home.

Her actions appeared to be a sexual provocation on the surface, but there was more to the story than that. Something about the back-and-forth banter, the status of "even" rather than of one side triumphing over the other, etc., struck an emotional chord with him and brought about a change in the atmosphere.

She hastily said, "It doesn't mean I don't detest you," as her hips worked his cock in a slow, circular motion to torment him, as if she had known that and it frightened her. As he observed her, he took pleasure in the way her breasts moved ever-so-slightly in response to the delicate movement of her body. Just like the rest of her voluptuous figure, they were a visual treat.

"You don't hate me," he remarked, despite the fact that her behaviors demonstrated the exact opposite.

Again, she said, "I might," but her eyes met with his, and an intensity of closeness that went beyond their physically linked bodies filled the space between them.

"Don't," he advised her in a commanding tone. "Don't hate me," he pleaded.

His statements caused a further shift in the atmosphere, and just as suddenly as a bolt of lightning might hit during a summer storm, all of their power plays and games were rendered completely useless. Their bodies came to a standstill. It consisted simply of this, the two of them by themselves. It's possible that the uncertainty of their futures, specifically over how this fight for their lives would come to an end, played a role in how they felt. Their bond expanded to include more than just the physical.

They moved as one cohesive unit. While he was reaching for her, she stooped down. They shared a kiss that was gentle yet intense, their tongues stroking, caressing, and tasting one another as their lips touched. Their tongues began to move in time to the rhythm of their bodies' slow dance, and their bodies followed suit. He spoke her name to himself. She whispered his name.

Their hands were active in exploring. He was able to sense every one of her breaths and taste every one of her groans. And took great pleasure in the sigh that she let out just before she had her orgasm.

She tightened up, pressing her face into his neck as her sex writhed around his cock, her slick heat pleading with him to pump more forcefully and for longer. He fulfilled not just her desires but also his own by granting her wishes. While simultaneously lifting his hips, he placed one hand on her back and held her closely to his body. Suddenly, he erupted, and the pleasure that had been building up in his groin blasted through his entire body, shaking him from head to toe.

After some time had passed, they lain there, content for the time being. When he held her, she was gentle and tender to the touch. He recognized, as arousal began to build once more, that he still desired her, and that his need to possess her was nowhere near exhausted. His plan to have her fulfill his desire for her was a failure because he already had her. But what he experienced was even more cause for alarm. There was more than just enjoyable sex in the atmosphere. An emotional awareness crackled across the air, which he suspected had taken her by surprise just as much as it had taken him by surprise. He was not the type of man who engaged in romantic relationships.

Because of the demands of his work, he was unable to do so. The question is therefore, why wasn't he moving? Why did he want to make Love to her again? Why did he want to hug her?