Inseparable

by D. M. Mortier

  With his gaze glued on the flawless hazelnut skin of her naked back, her tiny waist, and the sexy swell of ass peeking from the gap in the dress, he stepped closer to her without any conscious decision to do so.

  She pushed her fingers in her short strands of hair. The obvious trembling of her fingers let him know she was as aware of him as he was of her.

  His brain almost short-circuited with the realization that she was probably naked beneath this beautiful gown and, with very little effort, she would be gloriously displayed before him, He had every intention of zipping her up and getting the hell out of there, but his hands had other ideas. With no conscious intent to do so, he cupped her naked breasts through the gap in the dress.

  Her nipples beaded and stabbed his palm with wanton eagerness.

  Groaning as desire reeled through him, he pulled her hard against him and ground his hip into the taut flesh of her ass. That part of her anatomy had been driving him crazy every time he was around her.

  She rasped in lusty approval and let the dress pool at her feet. She stood with her back turned to him, naked, proud, and willing in front of him.

  He feverishly devoured her with his gaze. She was perfection. He visually feasted with leisure on the sight of the sleek muscle-tone of her legs and thighs, the impossibly smooth skin of her ass, and ultra-feminine contours of her back. “I can’t fight myself and you too,” he told her harshly. He was begging her to help him stop this before it began. Either she didn’t get that or she had no idea how close to the edge he was. It was all he could do to stop himself from throwing her on that bed and taking her swift and hard. Fuck, why not?

  She rolled her hips sensually, caressing his hard cock and further obliterating the tenacious hold he had on his control. He growled, tightened his fingers around the lush globes in his palm, and bent his head, turning her so he could capture her lips in a hungry kiss. Her eager response was his undoing. Already the familiar taste and feel of her were an aphrodisiac to his starved senses. Every time he kissed her the effect on him was even more potent than the last. Despite the inappropriateness of the moment, the absolute lack of time, he felt as though it was impossible to not take this little slice of heaven that was being presented to him. He deepened the kiss.

  The movement of her hips became even more agitated against his throbbing cock.

  Lifting his head to look down at her, Thorne held her gaze with his. “I have to go back, and short of killing Anastasia, I have to honor that marriage. This is not what I want for you.”

  She reached up, pulled his head down toward her again, and kissed him.

  He lifted his head and pushed her away from him.

  “Thorne?”

  He took a step back, trying his best to stop himself from completely ruining her life. However, he was soon confronted with another problem. He closed his eyes, but it was too late. He had the sight of dark berry-tipped breasts, tiny waist, flat stomach, and smooth shaved pussy etched in his memory for life. I’m so fucked! Am I seriously going to let some other man have her when she could be mine?

  He gripped the strands of his hair in agitation.

  “Thorne, if there’s anything we’ve learned today, it’s that nothing in our lives is a guarantee, not the next moment or even the next day,” she whispered earnestly as she took a step to close the distance between them.

  Thorne turned to walk toward the French doors that led to a balcony that overlooked the beautiful moonlit waters of the island. He gazed out into the darkness, the beach only visible by the scattered peppering of lights sitting low to the ground.

  “I don’t want to die without showing you how much I love you.” Saina stood close behind him, not touching him in any way, but he felt her presence as though she were reaching into his soul.

  “Saina, I’m supposed to protect you, even if that means from me as well.” Can she feel how excruciating this is for me? I know down to the marrow of my bones that she’s the one for me, but I would be a bastard to take what she’s offering. What kind of life would she have?

  “I don’t need protecting from you.” She placed her palm on his back and started to gently caress his back.

  Her touch added fuel to an already raging fire of lust within him. “Saina, please.” He wasn’t embarrassed by the pleading tone of his voice.

  She was unhurried in her seduction, roaming her fingers up his back and then down to his hips and back again. Without stopping her sensual assault, she walked around to face him. “Do you understand that I could’ve been here, and they would’ve killed me too?”

  “Fuck no,” he whispered.

  “Yes. I don’t want to die without knowing this with you. I love you, Thorne.”

  “Saina?”

  “Shh, I just want to touch you.”

  She roamed her palm over his biceps, his chest, his stomach, everywhere she could reach. She palmed his cock through the fabric of his trousers.

  “Bloody hell,” he hissed. The feel of her fingers around his shaft made his erection lengthen even further and press insistently against the zipper.

  “You feel incredible,” she murmured in wonder, “like warm steel.”

  He stood perfectly still, afraid to move in case she stopped touching him.

  She unhooked and unzipped his pants. His naked member sprang into her palm, and she tried to close her fingers around him.

  He couldn’t have spoken if his life depended on it.

  “You’re beautiful,” she breathed as she roamed her hand up and down his pulsing length from tip to base with lethal effect.

  He grunted.

  She released him.

  He was briefly disappointed until she dropped to her knees. “Ah, fuck,” he gasped as her hands gripped his ass, her warm lips closed around his shaft, and her tongue wickedly swirled along his erect length. He was shocked as the suction of her lips and tongue wrung sounds of pleasure out of him that he’d never uttered in his life. Who is this nymph! And her sole focus was on pleasing him. Before he knew what was happening, she’d sucked him deep into her throat, making him see not just stars but the fucking moon and sun too! He erupted, his seed flooding her throat.

  “Aah!” he roared.

  Closing his eyes in stunned satisfaction and with no strength left in his legs to sustain his weight, he held on to the windowpanes in front of him for support.

  She tightened her hold on his ass and swallowed every drop of his cum.

  Before he could catch his breath, she released him and stood before him. Curling her legs around his, she climbed him with the dexterity of a professional pole dancer.

  “Saina,” he breathed as, again, he was helplessly drowning in her. Her softness against him and her unique feminine scent instantly reignited desire.

  With her breasts pressed into his chest and her naked belly against him, she rubbed her damp clit up and down his thick length, coating his cock from tip to base with her essence. Angling her head, she kissed him with feverish hunger and sensually writhed against him.

  There was nothing he wanted more at that moment than to be buried deep in her heat. However, he forced himself to lift his head and ask anyway. “Are you sure?” he choked out.

  “Absolutely.” Her soft smile affected his senses viscerally, as though it were a sensual caress. “Thorne, I’m sure of us.” Pushing her fingers into his hair, she pulled his head down to kiss him while continuing her passionate grind along his shaft. She hissed and shivered with satisfaction.

  Unable to deny himself any longer the allure of her sleek opening, he stroked up into her. He swallowed her cries at his sudden invasion.

  She stiffened in shock.

  He kissed her gently, trying to sooth the obvious pain she was in. For endless seconds, he remained buried deep inside her to allow her to get use to his possession. Once she relaxed against him, he held her firmly as he strode toward the massive bed. He followed her down to the duvet-covered mattress.

  S
he stared up at him, and her gaze glistened brightly up into his.

  He held her gaze, exploring her eyes for any signs of regret.

  Instead of rebuffing him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. He covered her lips in a deep kiss as he slowly pulled out of her and then drove back into her just as slowly. He repeated the erotic slow drive, unrelenting, sensually stroking against her moist inner walls. His tongue slid against hers with the same motion as his cock. Releasing her lips, he trailed light kisses along her cheek, her ear, her neck, and finally to the generous swells of her breasts. Her dusky skin tasted like warm honey on his tongue. He savored the sweetness of it. He pulled one taut nipple into his mouth as he continued pumping in and out of her.

  Her soft cries filled the room. She gripped the muscular flesh of his ass and wrapped her legs high around his waist. Her heels dug into his back for purchase as she pulled herself on and off his length.

  He fought for control as she closed like a vise around his cock and tried to stuff more of him into her wet heat.

  She provocatively rolled her hips and tightened her fingers on his ass. Her engorged clit glided along the hard ridges of his cock.

  He swore gutturally as he spasmed with pleasure.

  She was unyielding, digging her fingers deeper and fucking herself on him with feverish intent.

  It was impossible to withstand the effect she had on him. His roar ricocheted throughout the room as he violently shattered in mind-numbing ecstasy.

  He barely registered her helpless cries as she, too, erupted in a climax.

  Chapter Seven

  Thorne opened his eyes moments later, shocked that she had so completely decimated him that he’d passed out. She tenderly stroked her fingers through his hair and rubbed his back. Never in his life had he’d been so vulnerable with any woman. He knew he must be crushing her. Her tiny frame was dwarfed by his size and weight.

  “Are you okay?” Saina mumbled.

  Thorne’s laughter was more of a grunt. He was still buried deep inside of her, and she didn’t seem to be in any hurry to let him go. Truth be told, there was no other place on earth he wanted to be more than there with her. Every point of contact with her felt as though he were touching a live wire of emotions. Sure, he felt lust. Fuck, he was already hard again, which seemed to be his constant state when he was around her. However, more than anything, he felt love and contentment.

  Saina tightened her legs around his waist.

  Thorne knew that they had to get out of there and implement his plan to return to Parth immediately. Reaching up and capturing her lips in a kiss should not have been his next move. He knew she had to be sore, but she was incredibly generous, seeming to want to do nothing else but please him. Her appetite for him was almost as fierce as his for her. And though she was such a tiny thing, he was stunned when she flipped him to his back and started riding him with the finesse of the sensual nymph that she was proving to be. The was no way in hell an innocent such as she was—and he knew she was an innocent because he’d just plowed through the maidenhead of her virginity—should have been able to so completely obliterate his self-control.

  Instead of getting them the hell out of there and returning to Parth as he’d planned, he spent the next few hours sampling every dip and curve of her body, making love to her in the bed, in the shower, against the wall, and then in the bed again. By the time he’d gained any semblance of control, it was almost mid-day and she was passed out cold in his bed.

  After getting dressed, Thorne took her back to her apartment and tucked her into her bed. It wasn’t clear whether his enemies knew about her or were still none the wiser about her. However, he made a few calls and ensured her safety for now. His plan had been to take her back to Parth and leave her under the protection of her father. There, she would have been treated like the princess that she was, given the opportunity of an advantageous marriage, and would have been safe.

  With what had just passed between them, there was every chance she could get pregnant with his child, and there was no chance in hell he would give her up to anyone else. I’m not that fucking noble! I can’t take her to Parth just yet.

  He left for Parth with every intention of returning to her by nightfall. Too bad the best-laid plans sometimes got fucked up.

  Saina woke with the immediate knowledge that Thorne was no longer on Earth. She felt their separation as she’d always done in the past. However, this time was different. It was as though someone had a fist around her heart and was trying to pull it from her body. She curled on the narrow bed in a desolation and pain she’d never experienced before. She didn’t move. She couldn’t move. Nothing else existed but the absolute sense of loss. Not hunger, thirst, or even the need to use the toilet. Nothing mattered, not her job at the hospital or her roommate banging on her bedroom door every few hours to inquire about her.

  Three days she remained in that bed, and except for the first day when she had to use the toilet, she hadn’t moved since. She knew she was being morose, but she couldn’t overcome her sense of grief, of loss. The need for Thorne made everything else in her life insignificant.

  Finally, Juliet, with Matt beside her, forced her way into the tiny bedroom. It took a moment for them to notice Saina, as all the windows were covered by a drape and the room was in complete darkness.

  “Get out,” Saina demanded weakly.

  “Saina, you can’t go on like this,” Juliet pleaded. “What happened to you? What’s going on?”

  Saina turned so that her back was all they could see of her. She didn’t want to think about what had happened. She’d finally reached a place where she was almost hallucinating that she was on Parth with Thorne. Her body was so weak from hunger and dehydration that she’d lost all sense of reality. It was great to get to this place where she couldn’t feel anything. What the fuck do I care that I may stink a little or I may die at the end of this? There was no more reason to live. She’d given Thorne everything, and he’d left her anyway. Charles and Amanda weren’t here anymore either. Why can’t they let me die in peace?

  “Saina, we need you at the hospital,” Matt told her. “The little girl you saved was released from the hospital yesterday. People are still talking about what an exceptional job you did.”

  Saina felt the mattress dip under his weight. He’d better not touch me. I don’t think I can handle that right now.

  “I miss you, sweetheart,” Matt said softly. “Tell me what happened.” He placed his hand on her back.

  She recoiled and almost vomited at the absolute revulsion she felt at his touch.

  “You’d better have a damn good reason for touching my woman,” a voice snarled in the darkness.

  “Thorne!” Saina sat up in the bed so fast her head spun, and she immediately fell back to the mattress. “Thorne,” she whimpered.

  “I’m here, baby.” Thorne walked across the room and picked her up from the bed. He stood with her held in his arms.

  “How did you get in here?” Juliet demanded. “Are you the reason she has been like this?” Her previous admiration of Thorne was no longer evident in her voice.

  The ensuing argument between Thorne, Juliet, and Matt felt as though it were coming from a long way, muffled to Saina’s ear. She was so busy trying to get as close to Thorne as she could, absorbing his scent and his warmth, that she barely registered what they were arguing about. She didn’t even notice when the others left the room. It was Thorne’s pissed-off voice that brought her out of her sensual haze.

  “What the fuck have you done to yourself?” Thorne hissed.

  “Put me down,” Saina demanded, just now remembering that he had left her. She fueled her voice with enough steel to make him almost believe that she was strong enough to stand on her own.

  Thorne didn’t take the bait. Instead, he walked into the bathroom, stripped her naked, and held her under a warm shower, all the while ignoring her feeble protests.

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bsp; She was slightly embarrassed at her state. If she wasn’t so weak, she might have been more upset that her body odor was so incredibly earthy. After peeing in her pants two days ago, she’d long since discarded her underwear. So at least, she didn’t have that humiliation to deal with.

  If he was offended, he didn’t show it. He gently soaped her skin, washed her hair, and afterward tenderly folded her in a big towel to dry her off.

  “I can dress myself,” Saina protested, pissed that she was too weak to push him away.

  He ignored her and instead rampaged through her drawers to find underwear, shorts, and T-shirt.

  She used her last reserve of energy to fight him, to try to stop him from treating her as if she was a child unable to dress herself. She was no match for his strength and determination. By the time she was fully dressed, Saina was too weak to even keep her eyes open. That didn’t stop Thorne from lifting her and taking her downstairs to her tiny kitchen.

  He placed her at the small kitchen table while he opened a can of soup and heated it. “I ought to tan your ass for this,” Thorne muttered as he shoveled spoonful after spoonful of soup into her mouth. “What the fuck were you thinking? I told you that I had to go to Calison.” His voice rose with each word that he spoke. “You promised me that you could handle this life. Did you lie to me?”

  “I didn’t lie, asshole!” The warm soup had sufficiently filled her stomach, and it was gratifying to feel stronger. “What you did, leaving me like that, was a really shitty thing to do.”

  “I had—”

  “No, don’t feed me that bullshit!” Saina was feeling her goat now. She was pissed and wanted nothing more than to pound him into the ground.

  “I’m glad you’re feeling stronger.” He gazed down at her with a slight smile on his lips.

  “I’m glad too,” Juliet muttered as she walked into the room. “You scared the hell out of me.”

  “Can we have some privacy please?” Thorne muttered. He was obviously irritated at the interruption.