His To Claim (Full Book Published on Amazon)

Ch 1/ Part 2

This weakness to his mere touch was her downfall. No one had ever come close to what he could do to her. Elaine’s one and only intimate knowledge of sex between two people had come from him. It was he, who had ever stoked and fed this consuming fire in her.

 His reward in that game had been her virginity, while she lost everything of hers in the biggest gamble of her life.

 In her twenty-third year, she was still not a day more experienced from her first sexual awakening. And this inadequacy she had never regretted more since it rendered her innately vulnerable and susceptible to the powers of his expertise. And he was exploiting this to his advantage now.

 Trevor was playing havoc to her senses, and Elaine drifted like a twig in the dark currents of lust.

 Only when her back touched a wall did she realise they had moved at all.

 His hands seized her waist bringing their straining hips into fuller contact. Quivering breasts rubbed against the cool wide expanse of his suit that sinfully covered every inch of this tall, gorgeous man of over six feet.

 It frustrated her, the barrier their clothes proved. She wanted more. More to melt in him, over him. Skin to skin.

 Elaine ran her fingers through the silken waves of his hair. She felt the circle of his one arm take possession of her in a tight embrace, while the other slid a kneading hand down to her rounded bottom. The brand of that demanding hand even through her sturdy jeans singed its impression on her scintillating flesh.

 An answering heat gushed her core, eliciting a whimper of ecstasy too long denied her.

 Trevor’s groan of approval reverberated in her mouth. It rippled all the way down her spine so acutely, she couldn’t prevent her nails from clawing into the powerful lines of his shoulders.

 Not a hair’s breadth separated the two. He kept her pinned between the wall and his solid frame. But then there was no other place Elaine wished to be more. When his hand snapped the button on her jeans, pulled the zip down, and stole inside her scarlet panty, trailing for the nub of her desire for him, she knew what he would find.

 Slick, soft core clenched for his touch.

 And when he gave it a delicious glide of his finger to savour, uhmmph..God.. Elaine was never this short on breath.

 Thoughts clamoured in her mind, but nothing made sense.

 Mercifully, he released her mouth, leaving it to pant in the fire of her own arousal. Though soon he found another sensitive spot in the delicate curve of her neck and shoulder to tease.

 His mouth. Oh, that hand. She was falling headlong into a salacious ravine as Trevor’s fingers wove gossamer spell at the apex of her legs spread apart by a strong insinuating thigh.

 Elaine’s joy at this languid pleasure, however, was perturbed by something shaking her from within, frantically trying to rouse her from a dream she was loath to abandon. She needed to think. Everything wasn’t right, yet nothing was wrong either.

 “Christ, ye still feel like liquid heat in my arms, Elaine.” His lust thickened growl penetrated her desire hazed mind to hit in the dead centre of her consciousness.

 Her eyes flew open.

 The grand twilight hall with its domed ceiling and beautifully white panelled walls closed in on her under the onslaught of her disastrous past with this man. It annihilated within next seconds every decimal of foolish longing she had so unwisely let take her over.

 Oh, how did I allow this to happen?

 Tears threatened to betray the weakness she had always struggled to hide where he was concerned.

  No, she hadn’t shed one tear then–at least not in front of any audience–and she wouldn’t now. It was all because of that phone call that she was so out of sorts!

 Elaine pushed at him as hard as she could manage with him plastered to her. It seemed Trevor didn’t feel a thing. She tried again, somehow harder this time. Her wiggling coupled with a spatter of girly punches must have finally made a mark, since he loosened his hold and let her step away from him.

 “What the-”

 Before he completed the sentence, Elaine hurled at him, “I hate you, Trevor McBain!”

 A dam of resentment threatened to explode inside Elaine, wanting to recount him all the ways he had ever wounded her. But her dependable pride once again came to her rescue. Though how long it could take the battering pressure of her turbulent emotions was uncertain.

 And Elaine would rather die than let Trevor know he held such power over her. He had ruined her once, but if things repeated themselves to end the way it did the last time, then nothing could save her. She would be destroyed for ever.

 Elaine couldn’t look him in the eyes. Not right this minute, so she whirled on her heels and swept out of the hall.

Some would consider it cowardly. But she trusted in the wisdom of the old saying, live today, fight tomorrow.

Brilliant Strategy, one she was only too happy to adopt this minute.

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Elaine might have believed herself safe behind the barred doors of her room, but the man left standing down in the hall was struggling–a trigger away from tearing after her. Every fibre in him was screaming to take what was his.

 Things her body told Trevor couldn’t be a lie. She had wanted this.

 Elaine had wanted him.