CHAPTER 44
She finally gazed at herself in the mirror, still hunched over, her disheveled form staring back at her. Her cheeks were flushed, some hair strands stuck on the side of her face but her chest still heaving so fast. Suddenly she was hoisted up, a startled squeal leaving her lips.
“Let me carry you to bed,” he whispered as he placed a kiss of her hair. She barely nodded, fighting to control the new wave of aching need dominating her body, an impulse reaction to the feel of her naked body pressed against his.
Slowly he carried her to the bed, a sense of pride washing over him. That simple act made him feel something irrevocable; like he had finally won her over. He felt like he had her now and he so badly wanted that moment to last forever. He pulled the covers over her, t
