Forever Him (An Obsessed Novella Book 1)

by Jeanne St. James

  And I only want more.

  More.

  Instead, I scream, “Stop!”

  Instantly, my legs slide to the floor, my toes find the carpet, and he’s up and away from me.

  The blindfold is swept off my face and I squint from the sudden brightness in the room. Kane stands before me naked, his long, thick erection jutting from his body.

  “I’m sorry, Lila,” he says, a look of concern on his face.

  No. No. This is not why I want him to stop. “Release me,” I demand.

  He quickly picks at the knots of the soft ropes keeping me bound and I almost collapse when I’m finally free. He catches me and studies my face. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” I mutter. “Yes, I need you to fuck me, Kane. I want you inside me now.” The thick sound of desperation coats my voice.

  Relief slides across his face and quickly disappears, leaving a knowing smile in its wake. He sweeps me into his arms and deposits me on the bed, climbing up and over me. He straddles my body on hands and knees, staring down into my face. My eyes flick to the heavy erection hanging between his thick thighs. I’m not the only one ready.

  “Lila, we didn’t use a condom earlier. Do you want me to use one this time?”

  A fleeting thought of how he will be the last man I’m ever with and that we’ll be together forever so it’s unnecessary, goes through me. It’s risky, but we’ve—correction, I’ve—already fucked up and since I’m on birth control I’m not worried about that aspect of it. But still…

  “No,” I whisper, meeting his eyes. “I want nothing between us.”

  Something flashes behind his eyes before he closes them for a brief moment. And when he reopens them whatever it was has gone. “Tell me what you want.”

  “You,” I simply answer.

  “Tell me where you want me.”

  “Deep inside me.”

  “Tell me how you want me.”

  “On the bottom,” I decide. And yes, I realize at that moment I need to be on top. He’s had all the control up to this point. And I’d like to take a little of it back.

  Chapter Seven

  With a twist, he has me straddling his waist, his hands holding my hips. I study him as he lays underneath me in what I consider a more submissive position. Whether it is or not, remains to be seen. But for now, I choose to believe it is. With my hands free, I can trace his facial features and explore his body under my fingertips.

  He lays still, only his eyes following my movements. His small, dark nipples are pointed and I flick them with my tongue. I get no other reaction than him tensing slightly. His fingers fist in my loose hair for a mere moment and then he rubs my long strands over his chest. As I work my way down his body, kissing, licking, tasting his skin, he once again grips my hair and when I reach my limit, my hair becomes like a leash and I can’t go any further. And I want to. I’m only to mid-belly but want to go lower. With a yank, he forces me to look up at him. His eyes appear dark, dangerous. And as he tugs at my hair, I follow, moving my way back up his body until I gaze down into his face.

  I touch my lips to his, slipping my tongue inside to explore his mouth. A moment later, he turns his head, breaking the kiss.

  “Careful, or you may find yourself on your back again,” he warns me thickly. My power to make him react leaves me a little heady.

  “Not this time,” I tell him, sounding a bit cocky.

  He faces me again, his nostrils flaring, his eyes hooded. “Watch yourself.”

  “Or what?”

  “Try me.”

  I make a noise at his “threat,” not worried in the least. What can he do? Fuck me into oblivion? He’s already spanked me with a belt. The memory from earlier makes my pussy clench tightly.

  “I will gladly try you,” I murmur, and sink my teeth into his shoulder. His body bows off the bed and his fingers dig into the flesh at my hip. His cock, nestled between my ass cheeks, twitches. When I release him, I swirl my tongue over the indentations I leave behind. “You like that,” I whisper.

  I see him grimace and his jaw tighten before I drop my head again, this time nipping him over his heart.

  “Lila,” he breathes. He tilts his hips and thrusts upward.

  My laugh sounds low and sultry as I enjoy my power over him. I nip gently over his pecs and threaten to bite his nipples by scraping my teeth over the tips. But I don’t bite that sensitive area, I move lower and this time he allows it. I move to straddle his thighs and take his hard length into my hand. I shoot him a quick glance before dropping my head to surround the plump crown with my teeth. I squeeze just enough so there’s no mistaking what I can do, but I refrain from biting. My tongue darts out and captures the salty pearl of precum at the tip. I move down to his delicate sac, sucking him into my mouth, this time being very careful with my teeth. His fingers entwine in my hair as if he’s ready to pull me away if I decide to do anything but be gentle with that precious package.

  With a smile, I let him slide from my lips and I turn my head to nip his inner thighs. One side then the other. As I move my way back up, I catch his cock between my breasts and squeeze them together, working his length up and down between them.

  “Enough,” he chokes out, grabbing me under my arms and lifting me up.

  I want to tell him I'll decide when he’s had enough, but I don’t dare. I really want to be on top and I think if I say that, I may find myself quickly on the bottom. Instead, I move up and over him, holding his cock in place as I slowly lower myself. As he stretches me, fills me, I watch him and he watches me.

  His chest rises and falls a little quicker now and he brushes his thumbs over my taut nipples as I move in an ancient rhythm. I brace my hands on the smooth skin of his chest and I circle my hips as he kneads and squeezes my breasts. As I feel the pull deep inside me, my head drops back and my mouth parts. His cock fits me perfectly and strokes just the right spot. I grind my clit into his pelvis with each downward thrust.

  Heat blooms into my chest and cheeks as an orgasm builds. I return my gaze to his. His breath hisses through gritted teeth, and when I’m just about to come, I pinch both of his nipples, giving him no mercy.

  He bellows my name and I take flight as he drops me to the bed and mounts me with about as much mercy as I gave him. I wrap my legs around his thighs and draw him in as deeply as possible. He pounds me, our skin slapping, my still swollen and overly sensitive pussy taking every inch of him over and over.

  “Come for me, Lila,” he urges then grimaces, his body tightening, the veins in his muscles becoming more distinct, the cords in his neck popping. “Come for me.”

  “Tell me when you’re going to come,” I say raggedly. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

  He drops his forehead to mine and squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m ready,” he groans. “I’m going to come deep inside you.”

  His words are the push I need and I say, “Come with me.”

  He lifts my hips and slams into me one more time, crying out, “I’m coming.”

  My hips shoot up and out of his hands as I smash myself against him, the powerful pulses radiating out from my center. I can’t even tell him I’m coming, too. But he can’t miss the intense reaction my body has. My pussy beats as strongly as my heart, and I struggle to inhale oxygen. As I lower my hips back to the bed, he moves with me, not willing to break the connection. Not yet, anyway.

  I can still feel an occasional twitch at the root of his cock.

  “Did the pump enhance your pleasure?” he asks, holding his weight off me.

  “Yes, that was intense,” I answer with a smile. “And for you?”

  “Absolutely,” he murmurs and drops a kiss on my forehead. With a groan, he falls to my side and gathers me against him.

  “So much for that being punishment.”

  He has my head tucked against his chest and his voice rumbles against my ear. “You will learn that my forms of punishment are more of a sweet torture. I don’t want you to feel anything but pleasure.”r />
  “I hope you don’t mind, but I don’t think I can take any more of your sweet torture today.” I’m feeling an ache below that’s not from desire. Though I’m definitely left satisfied, I’d like to walk the next day.

  His body shakes against mine as he chuckles. “I will let you recover since I need to as well. I’m not twenty anymore.”

  “Me, neither,” I sigh. Twenty feels like a lifetime ago and as I look down his body, I realize no matter what his age, he’s in better shape than most twenty-year-olds. And he’s certainly more experienced.

  “Dinner should be here shortly.”

  I glance at him in surprise.

  He continues, “I ordered it when I got us brunch.”

  “You knew I’d still be here at dinner time?”

  One side of his mouth lifts. “I just found you, Lila. Do you really think I’d let you go so quickly?”

  “Well, I have to go home at some point.”

  He’s quiet for a moment. “True, and I need to get back to my business. But it was nice spending a day playing hooky, don’t you think?”

  “Oh, yeah. You can play hooky with me anytime,” I assure him.

  “If you’ll agree to spend the night, I can drop you off at home in the morning on my way to work.”

  This is no wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am hookup. Instead, this is a whole keep-me-long-enough-to-want-you-more scenario. To get me addicted, like I feared.

  And he succeeded.

  But I won’t turn down an all-night cuddle.

  “And I will pick you up for dinner tomorrow night. I will take you to meet the chef.”

  “Like an actual date?”

  “Why do you sound surprised?”

  I shouldn’t be. We had a wonderful start to me loving him forever. And, of course, forever would include tomorrow night. And the next… “We can get to know each other better over a sit-down, clothes-on dinner,” I joke.

  He cocks an eyebrow. “Ah. You don’t want me to feed you dinner in bed?”

  “Oh, no, I do. Believe me. But aren’t we doing this a little backward? Shouldn’t it be dinner and conversation, and then you take me to bed?”

  “You’d rather have things done traditionally.” Not a question, but more of an amused discovery. “You’re disappointed in how I handled things today?” Now I can detect a touch of humor in his voice.

  “Oh, hell, no. Traditional is boring,” I assure him, snuggling closer. And the sex today was certainly nowhere near traditional.

  Gone are the days of wanting a man who only wants to fuck me missionary style. Kane has upped the bar until it’s impossibly high. Not that it matters. Because he is my one and only now, anyway. Maybe I should let him in on my plans.

  “That sounds promising,” he says, smoothing his palm up and down my arm.

  I want to purr like a kitten at his touch, but a yawn escapes instead. “If I get some food in me, I may end up snoring in your arms.”

  “I’m sure it will be a very sexy snore.”

  “You can let me know in the morning how sexy it is.”

  He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Will I have to smother you with a pillow so I can get some sleep?”

  “Hmm. Possibly. You can roll me over if I snore too loudly.”

  He brushes a strand of hair off my shoulder. “Lila, if I roll you over, it won’t be to stop your snoring.”

  “That sounds promising,” I parrot him and give him a wink.

  The doorbell interrupts our banter, and he leaves me amidst the wrinkled sheets to pull on his gym shorts once again. He’s not gone long and on his return, the delicious smell of a hot meal precedes him into the room.

  “Ooo. I can’t wait to meet this chef.” Sitting up, I stare longingly at the bags in his hands. I pat the bed beside me in a repeat of earlier. “I’ll get fat if I never leave your bed and you keep feeding me all this good food.”

  “You were made to be spoiled, Lila.”

  As Kane settles in beside me, I think I could get used to him spoiling me. “By you.”

  “By me,” he agrees.

  “Only you.”

  The corners of his eyes crinkle. “Only me.”

  “Forever?”

  “If that is what you’d like.” He smiles widely then and I return the gesture.

  Then he feeds me until I’m full and content. When he’s done cleaning up, he slides back in between the sheets. He gathers me to him, holding me tight, brushing his fingers through my hair, laying light kisses along my cheekbones, my forehead, my lips. And, even though it’s not late, I slowly lose the battle with my heavy eyelids. And I slip into restful sleep, my body intertwined with Kane with a K, my last thought being the morning’s alarm will come too soon.

  Epilogue

  Beep. Beep. Beep.

  I open my eyes to the sound of the alarm. But I’m not in Kane’s bed which causes my heart to race as I panic.

  My anxiety ramps to a new level as I see what looks like a doctor checking noisy machines surrounding me. Of course she’s a doctor. She’s wearing a white lab coat with the name Emily Branson, M.D. embroidered on it.

  She smiles down at me, her hand patting my shoulder softly as if she’s trying to reassure me. “You’ve been in a coma. We’ve kept you under to facilitate the healing of your brain. You’ve had major trauma, and your brain swelled from the impact.” Her voice sounds soft, low, and soothing.

  She leans by my ear, and I blink at her as she says, “There’s someone here to see you.” She tilts her head toward the open door. “He’s been here every day during visiting hours.” She gives me a knowing smile. “You’re a lucky woman.”

  I can’t say a word because I’m trying to process why I’m here, what happened. I watch the doctor push past a tall man, who wears a well-fitting suit, in the doorway and she pats the man’s arm as she walks out of the door. “You can go in now.”

  He steps closer and smiles down at me, his teeth looking so white in contrast to his dark skin.

  “When you ran in front of that car…” He trails off, his stunning eyes sad. He pauses to drag a chair next to the bed. He settles his long frame into it with grace. “I tried to grab you, but you slipped out of my fingers before I could—“ His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows hard.

  I shake my head. Slowly. Carefully. I don’t understand what he’s saying. I don’t remember getting struck by a vehicle. Though, now that I’m awake, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. I look down at the needles and tubes sticking out of my bruised hand.

  I may not remember what happened, but I remember him.

  I will never not remember him. He seems to be a part of my being, my fiber.

  I’m not sure why he’s here, but I’m glad he is.

  He carefully gathers my hand in his, and he leans back in his chair, holding it gently. He wears a serious expression on his face as he watches me with intensity. “By the way, my name is Kane.”

  Yes. Kane with a K.

  I clear my raw throat in an attempt to speak. “Large black coffee.”

  Finally, his lips curve. “Yes.”

  “You saved me.”

  He shakes his head. “No. I attempted to,” he reminds me. “I’m sorry I couldn’t.”

  But wait. Everything that happened between us…

  “But you took me home…” I start, but then drift off.

  His brows furrow and his lips turn down at the corners. “No. The ambulance came and rushed you directly here.”

  “Do you have a coffee maker?”

  His frown deepens because of apparent confusion. “Yes.”

  “Tell me. Why do you stop at the coffee shop every morning, then?”

  His expression smooths out, and he gives me a gentle smile. “I think you know why.”

  Yes. I know why.

  His name is Kane.

  I will love him forever. He just doesn’t know it yet.

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  JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.

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