Infinite Love

Chapter 22

Amelia

Sliding to the floor with the door at my back I feel the tears slide down my cheeks as I hear him walk away with a heavy sigh.

I can’t move from the floor paralysed by the strength of pain I feel inside. The memories it has brought back to me, the wonder of being with him, how completely he fills my heart. How I can never have him again, this is too dangerous a game.

With that thought I pull myself from the floor and dry my tears. I haven’t wasted a thousand years protecting him for it to fail now. Looking at myself in the mirror I barely recognise the reflection, how I wish it was his Lia that stared back at me but it is a hardened defeated version of myself that I see.

Pulling out my make up I put on my armour, the heavy dramatic eyes and blood red lips. Drying my hair I pull it into a chic tight bun and pull on a long figure hugging black designer dress with a pair of killer heels. That’s better, it’s amazing what hair and make up can do for your mindset.

I can still feel the tension in my body as I make my way to the kitchen, hoping beyond hope that I don’t run into him. The housekeeper hands me my coffee and I waste no time drinking it down, handing the cup back with an apologetic smile and dashing for the door.

Only able to relax once I’m in the town car and he is no where in sight. I watch the city go by, the people rushing around lost in their own little worlds, oblivious to what truly lives amongst them. Yet, I feel a pang of envy for them, the shortness of their lives makes them somehow shine more brightly, free from the bindings of eternal life.

A weird flutter begins in my tummy as we draw up to the building. I feel like he’s already in there and I know I have no choice but to face him. My steps are slow and heavy as I make my way inside to the elevator. Trying to delay the inevitable as long as possible.

What will I do when I see him? I know sensibly I should use my compulsion, reinforce his anger and make him forget last night but . . . . I just don’t think I can. My own stupid feelings won’t let me, I just can’t bear to see him look at me like he had before we came to New York again, not after last night.

It’s still early as I walk through the doors to the lab but the lights are on, there is an eerie silence surrounding the place. It looks completely deserted as I make my way to my office and then I see him, leaning against the wall by my door waiting on me, arms folded over his strong chest, muscles full of tension, his face tells me he is not amused.

I consider turning on my heel and running but his voice stops me “Don’t even think about it Lia” so low that no human could even hear it but full of command. It can be easy to forget just how powerful he actually is due to his nature but today it’s there in his tone, dripping from his every pore.

His eyes capture mine before he speaks again “Come here now!” And I find myself obeying him step by step walking myself closer to my doom. A fire burns in his eyes but it is not one of anger. Without breaking eye contact he opens the door to my office and indicates for me to enter, following me through he locks the door behind him.

Well s**t! I feel his presence behind me, so close, his aura consuming me, my entire body responding instinctively to his closeness. His warm lips lay a kiss on the nape of my neck as his hands wrap around my body pulling me against his own. His hardness pressing uncomfortably into me.

He leaves a hot trail of kisses up my neck, giving me a gentle nip to my earlobe before he growls in a low sexy voice against my ear “You left me this morning Lia and I did not give you permission to do that”

Well damn, I feel the instant wetness soak my panties and by his grumble I know he senses my bodies reaction to him. Before I can even think he pushes me forward bending me over my desk, my dress is up around my waist and he has pulled my panties down lifting one foot and then the next to free me from them.

My breathing is hard with the excitement of the moment and I hear his zipper pulled down. His hand runs up my back and settles around my neck as I feel him position himself at my opening.

He pauses there for a teasing moment and I have to stifle the moan of frustration I want to emit. Then he gives me what I so desperately want in this moment. He pushes inside of me hard and fast, filling me completely with his powerful stroke. I cry out in pleasure with the intensity of action and I can sense the satisfied smile that plays on his lips.

His movements are hard and fast, this isn’t making love this a release of his frustration. What a delicious release it is, each stroke teasing my g-spot building the friction inside of me, taking me to that moment of ultimate release. I feel the tremble begin to work its way through my body and his pace pick up as he feels how my body response to him.

“That’s it my little Lia c*m for me” and once again my body responds to his command, shaking as the fireworks rip through me, his own climax spilling into me as a response to mine.

My breathing is hard as I feel the loss of him from me, I can hear him fix himself with his free hand but I am still pinned to the desk by his other. Finally he releases me and I stand up turning to look at him.

That fire still burns in his eyes and a slow sexy smile takes his face as he takes in my dishevelled thoroughly f****d appearance. I’m lost for words as I watch him bend down and pick up my panties, he makes a show of sniffing them and then puts them in his trouser pocket.

Leaning forward he whispers in my ear “You have today to come to me and tell me the truth. After that I will get it out of you my way” there is a delicious threat in those words that makes me tingle all over again. His smile widens as he notices the shiver of excitement that runs through me and then he is gone. My head spinning, thoughts consumed by him.