Chapter 43: Déjà vu
The heat between them grew unbearable. Henry’s touch started careful, his fingers sliding slowly over Abigail’s flushed skin, tracing the curve of her waist and the swell of her breasts.
But his piercing blue eyes darkened with raw hunger as he looked down at her. He realized right then how dangerous she was for him.
Abigail had a power that cracked his iron control, stirring desires he had kept locked away for years. She made him feel wild and exposed.
Yet the warning in his mind did nothing to stop him. He wanted her too badly to hold back.
With a low, hungry growl, Henry stopped being gentle. He flipped her onto her back and took her hard, thrusting deep inside her in one powerful stroke.
Abigail cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as intense pleasure shot through her body. He screwed her without mercy, his hips slamming against hers in a fast, relentless rhythm. The bed shook beneath them.
Skin slapped loudly against skin, mixing with her breathless moans and his deep grunts. Sweat covered their bodies as he drove into her again and again, claiming every inch of her with fierce need.
Abigail’s head spun from the drug and the overwhelming feeling of him inside her. Every deep thrust made her toes curl and her back arch off the bed.
She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper. "Henry... oh... you...," she moaned, half embarrassed by how loud she sounded but unable to stay quiet. He was so big and hard, filling her completely with every stroke.
His hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place as he pounded into her. He leaned down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently while his hips never slowed down. The sensation sent electric shocks straight to her core.
He flipped her over again, pulling her hips up so she was on her knees. From behind, he took her even harder, his chest pressed against her back.
One hand reached around to rub her most sensitive spot while the other held her hair, tilting her head back for a deep, messy kiss.
Abigail unconsciously pushed back against him, meeting every powerful thrust. The drug made everything feel ten times stronger. Pleasure built higher and higher inside her until she could not hold it anymore. She came hard, her whole body shaking and tightening around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Her moans filled the room, loud and unrestrained.
Henry did not stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was trembling. Then he flipped her onto her back once more, spreading her legs wide and driving into her with even more force.
He screwed her like he owned her completely, like he needed to mark her as his. " For your own good...stay in the dark and focus on other things" he murmured.
Abigail’s hands clutched the sheets, her body bouncing with every hard thrust. She felt completely claimed. This man had now seen every single inch of her body — spread open, flushed, and trembling beneath him.
The thought made her cheeks burn with embarrassment even as pleasure kept flooding through her. How was she supposed to look him in the eyes tomorrow after this?
But Henry was lost in the moment too. His breathing grew rough and ragged. He leaned down, biting her neck and shoulder as he moved faster. "You’re mine tonight," he growled against her skin, his voice thick with desire. " Damn! you are always mine!! you are just stubborn"
Abigail wrapped her arms around him, holding on as another climax built inside her. She worried for a second if he would even be able to walk properly the next day after how roughly and deeply he was taking her.
The man was unstoppable and getting crazier day by day. Other men would play the role of gentlemen by calling doctor to find solution that will cool her for this night... yet this man...
Finally, Henry buried himself as deep as possible and came with a low, powerful groan. His body shuddered against hers as he spilled inside her, holding her tightly through his release.
They stayed locked together for long moments, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. The room smelled of sex and heat. Abigail’s heart pounded wildly in her chest.
When Henry finally pulled out and rolled beside her, Abigail felt sore in the most delicious way. She pulled the sheet over her body shyly, suddenly very embarrassed.
This man had seen everything — every curve, every sensitive spot, every reaction she could not hide. He had claimed her so thoroughly that her legs still felt weak.
She turned her face into the pillow for a moment, cheeks burning. How was she going to face him in the morning after moaning his name like that and letting him do whatever he wanted to her?
Henry noticed her sudden shyness and let out a low, tired chuckle. He pulled her against his chest anyway, wrapping one strong arm around her waist. His body was warm and solid, and despite everything, she felt strangely safe there. The drug’s fire had finally started to calm down, leaving her exhausted but satisfied.
This was their third mistake, and it had been intense. Henry had not been gentle at all — he had taken her hard, claimed her completely, and left her body marked with his touch.
Yet lying in his arms now, with his heartbeat steady under her ear, Abigail could not bring herself to regret it. Not tonight.
Tomorrow would bring the doctor, her revenge plans against Selena, and all the complications waiting for them.
But for these quiet hours, there was only the warmth of his skin, the ache between her legs, and the strange comfort of being held by the man who was supposed to be just a short-term husband.
She closed her eyes, a small, embarrassed smile tugging at her lips as she drifted toward sleep, still feeling the echoes of how completely he had claimed her.
" You haven’t stop the habit of hitting faces Abbie" Was the last thing she heard....