Chapter 30: Chapter 30

Jerome wanted very badly to avoid staking her claim on Anna. On the other hand, he kissed her, taking her mouth in his own and branding her lips with an intense desire. Instantaneously, she bowed down to him, and he sat there, savoring the triumph of her response in complete silence.

However, her submission only lasted for a short while. Anna tore her mouth away from his as she pressed her hands on his bare chest. The sensation of her touch teased him with the prospect of all the different places they could go together. She mumbled, "No," her voice trembling with desperation and the weight of desire. "I want you, but not in this form," she said. Not when you have no justification for your anger."

He supported himself on his elbows, placing one on either side of her, and fixed his gaze on her eyes as he did so. "You frightened the living daylights out of me." His voice was raspy and had a gravelly quality that was difficult for him to identify as being his own.

Her expression was one of utter bewilderment at that moment. "I was under the impression that your job did not permit room for emotional responses. That strikes me as a very emotional statement. You mentioned to that officer that—"

Since he had already traveled that far, it was in his best interest to complete the journey. "Anna, you are not merely a component of the job that I do. Now it's too late." When his fingers brushed her cheek, he felt tenderness well up inside of him...tenderness that drove him insane with feelings he had never experienced before. He had no desire to be concerned with her, but it seemed as though there was no way to escape or anywhere to go.

He was able to easily enclose her slender wrists in one of his larger hands by sliding them over her head and into his grasp. Her chest expanded and contracted, drawing his attention to her tantalizingly pointed nipples while his cock throbbed, demanding that he be satisfied. He kept looking at her to see if she had any reaction.

Her eyes glowed with rage and defiance at the same time. Holding on to someone who is claustrophobic is a good way to see the claws come out, she warned. "Holding on to someone like this who is claustrophobic."

While he thought about what she had said, his free hand moved over her arms, then her neck, and finally her breasts. As he lightly twiddled her nipple through the thin material of her T-shirt, she drew a breath in and held it as he did so. "I am aware that you experienced the more sexually explicit side of sex with your previous partner. Do you really mean to tell me that you were never restrained in any way?

“Never.”

"You didn't trust him."

"What on earth does any of that have to do with anything?"

"Trusting is necessary in order to hand over full control." He brought his lips closer to hers as he molded her breast to fit his palm more completely.

She whispered against his mouth, "I trust you," and opened her mouth so that he could make a quick, sensual stroke with his tongue. "I trust you."

"You trust me to an extent, but not completely," you said. To illustrate his point, he let go of her arms.

A blaze of fire that had been in her eyes transformed into bewilderment, and then it vanished completely behind a mask of seductive play. "And in the event that I desired to bind you? Would you let me?"

"Honey, trust is a relationship that goes both ways. If you don't give it freely, you won't receive it without having to work for it. His hand crept up the front of her shirt. "Tear this off your body."

She argued, "I trust you," while pulling her shirt over her head. "I believe you."

He lowered her pants using his hands and then tossed them to the side. He then proceeded to spread her legs apart while simultaneously working his palms up her toned calves, across her knees, and finally onto her thighs. He spread her legs just a little bit further apart, and she gave in to him willingly.

Yes. There was a certain amount of trust, but it was conditional. She stopped demanding complete control and stopped requiring the edge of power in order to enjoy him gratifying her sexual desires.

He ran his finger down the middle of her core, and she let out a soft whimper as he did so. "I need something dry from you."

The barely audible response was "Yes," and as she continued, her voice grew stronger as she added, "And I shouldn't be." Not after you acted like an uncivilized caveman and dragged me into the room like you did.

Oh, and there it was—a glimmer of fragility that he'd noticed in her while they were making love to each other. The worry that she was revealing too much to him and not concealing enough from him. He was determined to kiss away whatever feeling it was that caused her to put up a wall, so he settled his erection in the sweet heat of her core.

His hands slid up to her face, and the sensation of her supple curves pressing against his was like heaven in the midst of all the hell that was going on. "You shouldn't feel bad about wanting me, you know."

Her lower lip quivered slightly. She opened her mouth to speak. Stopped. I began once more. "You had a valid point." He was certain that the confession was delivered in a shaky voice, which was extremely unusual for her. She continued, "You have a chilling effect on me." You give me the creeps to say the least. You have caused me to question everything that I had previously believed to know and understand. You make me want things that I know are bad for me to want.

When it came time for him to offer his own confession, he proclaimed, "And you make me question everything I thought I wanted."

After that, there was a silence between them that was intense, full of sexual energy and emotion, and their eyes were locked in a soul-deep stare. He knew in his gut that getting to know Anna would alter the course of his life. Because of the way that she had touched him, he would never be able to fully recover from this.

After that, both of them moved at the same time, together. They were lost in the passion and completely consumed by the need for one another as they passionately kissed one another. The kisses were scorching hot. Nothing else mattered other than the here and the now. He had tried everything to satisfy his desire to touch her smooth skin and inhale that delicately feminine scent, but nothing had worked. Despite his efforts, his desire remained unfulfilled. Simply put, he couldn't get enough of her, and he questioned whether or not he would ever be able to. It was unlikely that he would ever be able to. She moved with equal, frenetic need, pressing close to him and arching into him as she did so. She felt the same things that he did. He felt the fire that he was unable to escape.

After that, he had the realization that everything that had been standing in their way was now gone. What was still there drove him to the edge of insanity and outside of reality. There was an infinite number of reasons why it was impossible for them to have a relationship of any kind. Their lives, in far too many ways, were in conflict with one another. He was unable to win her over. But he could have her now, tonight, and for the next few weeks—a piece of time that was stolen from him.

He took her then, finding his way inside her body, plunging his D*ck deep into the slick heat of her core. She shrieked and clung to him, her lips and fangs nipping at his shoulder with exquisite repercussions he felt from head to foot.

Driven to see the fire in her face as he made love to her, he leaned back, peering down at her. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her mouth swollen from his kisses. Slowly, he teased them both as he took out all but the head of his erection. “Jerome,” she pleaded.

A plea that penetrated deep inside him, seeking an answer. He rushed into her suddenly, burying himself to the hilt, drawing out and repeated the action. Her breasts bounced and she covered them with her hands, kneading.

He lusted after her flavor, and he took pleasure in her beauty and her touch. Her hands moved up to his shoulders and neck after they had been resting on her breasts. He was pumping his arms and rocking back and forth as she had her legs wrapped around his and her hips caressing his.

She yelled out, “More.” But he was unsure how to satisfy her desire, which was also his own need. Never in his life had he felt so helpless in the presence of a woman, so desperately in need of total possession of her. However, that state of possession and completeness remained elusive for some inexplicable reason.

They pumped, together, for long moments, and then they stilled, staring at one another, and he saw in her what he felt in himself. They were both bewildered by the plethora of feelings and pleasures that were surging through them at the same time.

Her unkempt hair framed her heart-shaped face, and she waited with her lips parted for him to approach. "Damn, you're beautiful," he murmured as he lowered his mouth to take hers, and his hands reached beneath her backside to pull her closer to him. "Damn, you're beautiful," he murmured again. While he continued to pump, he angled her hips, and she continued to take it... she begged for more. She was tense for a few seconds before her body jerked into release, which came too soon or not soon enough. Until finally, she shattered.

He continued to ride her while looking at her and being mesmerized by the sight of her approaching. He restrained himself and waited until he was certain that she had reached her full level of contentment. When her body began to ease, then, and only then, did he begin to allow his own final pleasure to consume him. He shattered much as she had, shaking with the intensity, stars before his eyes.

When finally his muscles eased, his release complete, they collapsed together, his head buried in her neck. He was still semi-hard, the massive orgasm he’d spilled inside her nowhere near enough to satisfy him. He didn’t want to let go of her; he thought maybe he’d roll her on top and do that all over again.

The anxious tone that Anna was speaking in put an end to the tempting idea. "Oh, my sister. It is imperative that I prevent her from boarding that airplane.

He leaned up on his elbows. “We’ll stop her.” Reluctantly, he rolled off her and hunted down his towel before handing it to her. “Tell me what’s going on.”

Anna explained the situation, and Jerome shook his head. “I know he’s your father, Anna, but—”

Lifting a staying hand, she cut him off. “I know. He doesn’t act as if he is. The man had the nerve to tell Beatrice I’m a coward for hiding, and that she shouldn’t be one, too. Criminal law involves criminals, he told her. If she can’t deal with those people without hiding, she doesn’t belong in criminal law.”

He didn’t know what to say to such a blatant insult aimed at Anna, and from her father to boot. “Your mother? What does she think of all of this? Isn’t she worried?”

“My mother doesn’t put a sentence together my father doesn’t form. My father will convince her this is all melodrama. That he has security if my sister needs it. I just want her away, safe. At least until some of this heat calms.”

He watched as Anna climbed under the sheet and pulled it to her neck as if she sought the safety of a shield—beyond her mental barriers this time. Her parents’ attitude blew him away. Death might have claimed his family, but they’d all loved him, and he, them. She had no one but her sister, it seemed. Which offered yet another explanation—why she’d run out into that hall without waiting for him.

“I’ll handle this,” he told her, determined to make this go away for her. He reached for the phone and punched Redial, hoping for a signal, and finding one.

"Who is it that you're calling?"

He referred to her as "your sister."

Her eyes widened in shock, but before she could speak up, Beatrice provided an answer. “Anna! Could it be you? Are you okay?"