Chapter 97

Bella-Rose POV

I drank him up. I couldn't help it. It's been so long. I shouldn't do this. I shouldn't look at him. I should be angry. But, just for this moment, for this second, I want to forget everything and take him in. Just once, I want to learn everything about him again. I can't help it. This is James McKenzie with his magnetic aura in full force.

My eyes slowly trailed his length. He stood there at the front door, his stance wide, his eyes self-assured.

The tiredness, the slumped shoulders that were unlike him... all gone. He has gained weight too. Not like before, but almost there. For a guy of his build, each pound counts.

It's like the other day made him believe in us, in our relationship. It gave him the reassurance he was seeking. Which was not the idea I was projecting. But just like him to listen to what he wants to.

This James is like the lion, the lion that has woken from his slumber and is ready to roar, to hunt. A shiver traveled along my spine responding to his maleness. This is the man I fell in love with. A small sigh escaped me.

The sudden bang of the absurd hammer in the women's hand brought everything into focus once again. What felt like an eternity was just a few seconds that thankfully Chris didn't use to check on me.

Instead, he is busy frowning at James. Until then I never realized but Chris doesn’t know who he is. And neither does James know Chris. At least I believe he doesn't. But as far as I know, James, makes it his duty to learn about the males in my life. So, he might know about Chris, better than Chris himself.

And James, his eyes locked with mine the instant he steps foot in this room. It's as if he knew where I sat. His eyes met my confused ones and never let go. He is also taking me in as I took him in.

Suddenly I felt naked, conscious of my backless dress. What will he do when he sees my dress completely? A tingle of anticipation run through me.

Get a grip, Bella. He lied to you, I chided myself.

James staggered into the room, commanding it at once. Chris who thought he won the painting, stared daggers at the newcomer.

Just as he took a seat opposite our table, the hostess said loudly, "anyone with a better offer? Anyone?"

Chris started to bid but I stopped him with a hand on his arm. He blinked and looked at me surprisingly.

"Don't. It's not worth that much," I said softly, knowing James’ eyes would be on me. Especially, on my hand that is touching Chris. I was not left disappointed as I heard a growl from the table he sat.

I struggled to not look at him. To not move my eyes and drink him up. Alas, my eyes never obeyed me.

James threw a smirk at Chris as the hostess announced that the bid goes to him. Chris clenched his jaw in frustration.

After the bids are done, the tables are moved and a band started to play. Needing time to myself after the debacle, I excused myself on the pretext of using the ladies’ room and went in search of it.

Heavy footsteps followed me. As soon as I turned in an empty corridor, a body wrapped itself from behind and turned me.

My breath left my body in a gasp as my eyes clashed with a very angry-looking one of James.
"James what do you think-," my question got cut off, as James held my jaw with his hand firmly but gently and touched his lips to mine.

It's not a gentle one. It's a demanding kiss... declaring his possession. His other hand clenched my hair and pulled my head back for better access as he feasted on my lips.

He moved us slowly to the wall, cornering me once again. But this time... this time there is no holding back. His hard, muscled body trapped my soft one.

I can feel every inch of him through our clothes. His hard cock poked my stomach. I gasped at the contact.

James took advantage of my open mouth and plunged into my mouth as if he found a treasure.
His tongue clashed with mine, sucking it, stroking it. He played with my lips, my tongue. His teeth pulled my lower lip harshly and sucked the sting away.

I'm a puddling mess in his hands. His hand that was on my jaw started to slowly descend. Slowly... oh very slowly, he touched my collarbone, my neck, and finally cupping my breasts.
I moaned in his mouth as his rough hands massaged my sensitive buds. He was relentless in his pursuit. It's too much and too little. All my senses fused at his touch.

His other hand left my hair and touched my back. His lips paused, exploring my exposed flesh.
With an intense look, he increased his assault on my lips tenfold. Lust... is a small word to describe what's in his look. He is a man on a mission... he has to claim me.

My hands which were balled into a fist slowly came to touch his chest. I don't know whether I would have pushed him away even if he has allowed me.

Instead, they pulled him closer with the lapels of his coat. James’ hand that was on my back slowly descended until he cupped my ass in his large palms.

With a groan, he left my lips and sucked the pulse at my neck.

"James..." I moaned his name.

His right hand that was playing my breast, slowly slipped the dress to a side, exposing my breast.
James took a minute to look at the puckered nipple that is begging for his attention.

"Beautiful," he rasped as he gazed at the pink bud hungrily. He then latched on my nipple, sucking it for good measure making me moan in rapture.

My hand found his hair, holding him to my chest as he devoured my breasts. My other hand lowered, finding his hard length through his pants. I explored his length, getting to know him through his pants. He is huge. Very huge. My thumb started to rub over the crown of his hardness as my remaining fingers clutched the length. I don't know what I'm doing. But I can't seem to stop. My hands seem to have a life of their own. Stroking and exploring him.

His teeth lightly grazed the nipple giving me pain along with pleasure. I'm lost to this new sense he is making me feel.

"Umm... James...," I gasped at the intensity.

A slow pressure started to build inside me. A storm that needs an outlet. Knowing my need for the release, James squeezed my ass and then brought his hand to the front of my dress.

He deliberately lifted my dress, inch-by-inch, his knuckles touching my thighs until his hand grazed my panties.
"Are you wet for me, Bella moi?"

I'm in no state of mind to make a coherent reply.

"Will you come for me, Bella?"

James asked as he cupped my pussy through my wet panties. My hands left his maleness as I lost in the list, he is making me feel.

"You are dripping. Wet for me... only me. Let go, Bella moi. Let go. I will catch you," James growled possessively. His fingers slipped inside my panties, stroking my swollen lips. One-touch. That's it. I came like I never came before. I saw stars... the moon... in fact the entire galaxy.

My breath left me as the orgasm tore through me. His fingers touched me, stroking me as they dripped in my juices. A shudder passed through me at the intensity with which I came.
"James," I fisted his hair, my knees buckling.

He quickly caught me before I can land on my ass. He then without effort, lifted me.

I had no choice but to wrap my legs around him. This made his cock press directly to my core. My sensitive, wet core is begging for him.

I put my head on his shoulder as I tried to control my breathing, my senses. Alas. It's not to be.
James held me, my back to the wall with one hand effortlessly as he used his other hand to lift my head from his shoulder.

He then smashed his lips on mine. I rocked on his cock, wanting for some friction as he savored me. I don't care who came and saw us. I want him like I want nothing before. It's wrong of me... but I can't help it. James is my air.

"You are a wildcat behind this sweet nature, aren't you Bella moi?" He rasped, breaking our kiss.
I looked into his eyes, my lips swollen, my hair askew, my breast exposed. The sudden laughter from the hall broke the trance I was in.

"You are mine. No one else but me get to see you like this," James said his lips on my neck as he gave feather-light kisses not seeing the change in my demeanor.

His words... they are like someone splashed cold water on me.

I stiffened as his head bend once again to suck at my nipple. Sensing my countenance, he lifted his head, gazing at my eyes with million questions inside them. The spell is truly and completely broken.

How could I have let this happen? We broke up. I have a boyfriend. Chris... oh god, what would I tell him?