Chapter 7

Nyla

"Mr. Stark!"

I heard a female voice calling out his name and we both turned her way, his hand remained on the small of my back.

"Mr. Stark, would you like dinner sent to your room or will you be joining us in the dining hall?" Her gaze lingered over him more than I'd like to see from the redhead. She bit down on her cherry stained lips as she waited for his response and as I turned my head to give her a snarky response, Heinrich intervened.

"What would you like, Goddess?" He said as he tilted my chin up and stared me in the eyes. I felt my knees go weak. God, this man. "Do you think you'll want to leave the room?" He asked as he pulled me in closer and any doubt or jealousy I just felt, faded away.
"Dinner in the room would be perfect," I said as our eyes remained locked on each other.

"I will send it up for you two."

I heard her speak and then her heels clicked away, but I never turned her way because I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

Who was this man, standing before me? He's not the man I left behind and he's also not the man I met the first time in the club. What changed and when?

"We will talk once we get upstairs." He said as he guided me into the empty elevator.

I held my arms tightly around myself as I thought about all that needed to be said between us and all that needed to be said now. Sullivan, Peyton, and Chicago. Those three things would need to be discussed and I had a feeling that this was going to be a long night.

I proceeded to step out of the elevator and was greeted by Clover, Xavier, and Molly and before I knew it I was surrounded by arms and kisses. As Heinrich walked to the room, I watched his expression and could see he was annoyed. I took my eyes off of him and embraced them all back.

"Thank you, Heinrich!" Molly said as she continued to hold me close into her.

"What happened?"

"Are you ok?"

"Did he hurt you?" Molly's hands gripped my arms as she waited patiently for the answers.

The questions were flying from every which way and I felt myself seconds away from cracking under the newfound pressure of their questions.
"This is not a conversation to be had in a hallway." Heinrich spoke and all eyes were on him. I silently thanked him.

I wasn't ready to divulge everything right here and now. Plus, a piece of me felt Heinrich wasn't too pleased about my sharing with them before him and I want to stay in his good graces. Molly squeezed me one last time and kissed me on the cheek before I made my way to Heinrich, who was standing reluctantly with the door open.

I made my way through the door and I stood in the middle of the suite taking it all in. The bold colors were breathtaking. Bold orange, merlot red and gold accents. I missed the color he brought to my life. The room was larger than the loft I shared with Sullivan. My eyes landed on the California king, covered in a merlot red and black comforter and pillows of beautiful shades of red.

Heinrich made his way into my vision as he walked to the large sitting area, which also held a well-stocked bar. I watched the man's body language and I honestly felt his strength damn near across the room.

He poured his drink and stalked to the oversized, leather chair. Heinrich's body language has always captivated me. I watch his long legs as he sits with them wide open, teasing me with the prize they hold between them. I can feel him all over me. I know what's coming and I'm afraid. Afraid that what we are about to share will be ugly and cause us both to want to walk away.

"Undress." He spoke his command and I shivered.

I took in a deep breath as his glass made its way to his mouth, his gaze intensified as the liquor hit his tongue. I pulled my shirt over my head and his brow rose to let me know he means everything. I unclasped my bra and revealed my firm breasts and mocha nipples. I removed my shoes and then my fitted leggings, that not too long ago housed his delectable fingers.

I stood in front of him fully exposed. It wasn't a new feeling, but why did I feel like I had changed in some way since he last saw me naked?

"Turn around." He spoke his next request and I felt myself wanting to refuse him because I knew Sullivan had left marks. "This is not a request."

"I gathered that, Sir."

I sucked in a much deeper breath than before and turned slower than a sundial. I felt my skin heat as his gaze continued to light the fire of desire over my skin. I held my hands to my side as I stood awaiting his next command, but it never came. I stood there as time continued to slip away.

"Sir?" I said as I looked over my shoulder.

Heinrich took a sip from his drink and sat it down on the glass table before he made his way to me. I heard only my desire for him as he stalked towards me. My ears were filled with loud palpitations from the hunger that was flowing through my body.

Still looking at him and the bold gray of his eyes, I started to sob. It wasn't delicate or attractive. The sounds escaping my mouth were a release of the pain that I'd been holding in since I left him and tried to forget the one who was slowly becoming my everything.

Heinrich didn't say a word. He simply lifted me up, carried me into the shower and held me under the water as he stood fully clothed. I cried into him and didn't stop until it was all out, while he just held me.

All of my pain.

All of the hurt.

As I clung to him, I felt closer than I'd ever felt to someone in my life. I know you could find your soulmate in many forms, but I knew what this was.

"I can't believe you came back for me," I wailed against his shoulder.

"Believe it. I would do it over and over again if I had to." His arms tightened and my lips quickly found the mouth I'd longed for.

Our tongues entwined and I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest even through his clothes. I found myself pulling at them. I needed to feel his skin on mine and I needed to feel closer to him. My breasts were hard and sensitive and all I wanted was to feel Heinrich skin-to-skin. I wanted to look down through the water and see the contrast of our beautiful skin becoming one.

"I'll always be here for you, Nyla. You're mine." he answered hoarsely, after pulling our lips apart for a brief moment.

I could see that he meant it, but I needed to feel his cock and his words. It would make it all feel complete. The sounds of wet clothing hitting the floor was music to my ears as I helped him take off his shirt, one sleeve at a time. Heinrich showed his strength as he held me like I weighed nothing. I lowered my hand between us to get to the zipper of the pants that were holding him hostage.

"Not here."

The door to the glass shower opened as Heinrich walked himself out of pants and us out of the shower. Heinrich took me to the bed and laid me down as he hovered over me, while I looked at the man I love. I had dreamed of this so many nights when I was away from him.

His wild mouth consumed me and I gave back exactly what I received; passion and desperation. The incredible need to join our bodies together to soothe the ache in our bodies and souls. I felt Heinrich savoring me as if I was going to be gone again in the blink of an eye.

Finally, Heinrich released my lips and trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the sensitive skin of my neck. I moaned as his thumb caressed my swollen nipple as his mouth descended on the other. My body pulsed and his touch was incinerating me. I wasn't sure I was going to live through his savoring.

"Please, Heinrich. I need you."

"I need you, too, Nyla. More than you know."

I stopped rushing him and I let myself enjoy the fact I was back in his arms and moments from receiving his cock. Just the thought sent my salivary glands into overdrive. My mouth watered and my pussy...well, she was a waterfall.

Heinrich lined his hard, glistening cock up with my opening and before I could think any further, I received the first thrust that sent my back arching and me shooting up to him to catch his intense gaze.

"Fuck."

I heard him moan my pussy's praise and felt her clench him tighter. Heinrich lowered himself to my ear as he took me in deeper and spoke one word, "Mine." I gasped when the bite came to my neck after he spoke.

My climax started in my belly; the muscles were clenching and releasing as I started to feel overwhelmed and completely whole.

"Mine." It was a mantra he was proclaiming. Me as his. 
Pound after pound, deep thrust after deep thrust, he gave me what I desired. I needed him, I needed this and there was no one else who could give it to me like him.