|Lust & Desire|

                                    

                                          
RENEE 
As Robert's lips plundered me, our tongues clashed, our bodies collided, and my heart exploded with emotion.
He was kissing me. This man who was the absolute love of my life. My soulmate. My all. My everything.
He was my nemesis. Someone I claimed to despise with a zeal that could incinerate anything in its path. He'd hurt me so much I'd vowed to never forgive him.
I'd told myself a thousand times that we'd never be together again, but now he was kissing me. And fuck, if I didn't like it.
Hell, I wanted this. Damn it! I wanted him even more desperately now.
As his hands caressed, my hair and the kiss deepened, my knees weakened, and my brain began to shut down. 
Everything softened within me, and I melted into him, craving his warmth. His touch. His love. 
This should've been a romantic moment—after all, we were kissing after weeks apart. It ought to have meant something. But it didn't, not with our ongoing quarrel and the fact that I still held a strong grudge against him.
"Fuck, Renee. How did I go so long without kissing you? Without tasting you? I've missed this..." He paused, tearing his lips away from mine for a brief moment and adding, "I've missed you. So, so fucking much." 
Then he kissed me again. This time harder and faster than before. His tongue stroked the seams between my lips and mouth, and I felt his hands slowly move down my body, cupping my breasts. 
"God!" He groaned, grabbing my waist, and before I knew it, he dragged me across the office to wherever. I was too drunk on lust to notice.
"Robert... Robert!?" I yelped when I felt my back against a wall and found myself pressed tightly against its surface. 
My feet were no longer on the ground. Instead, they were wrapped around his waist. By all indications, Robert had me under his control. Right where he wanted me to be, of course.
Gasping breathlessly for air, I held him close as he continued his blissful assault. 
Robert lapped at me like a tornado. He bit at my lips, licked my neck, and nipped at my soft, silky skin, tasting every inch of me. 
He was a possessed man, like a raging hurricane sweeping over my body.
He was relentless in his lustful pursuit, and I was powerless to stop him. Or was I?
"Robert... Ro... put me down." I groaned and gently pushed at his shoulder, but to no avail. 
He refused to budge, and his incensed desire for me grew tenfold. 
I begged once more, desperate. "Please let me go, Robert." 
"I won't, baby girl. Never." 
"Oh, please..." I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I defiantly glared at him. "We were talking about the restaurant. We have to keep talking and figure that out." 
"Oh..."
"Yeah. I'm not taking the restaurant or your other gifts."
"Well, I'd love to see you try and refuse them." He spoke, his voice hoarse, low, and sexy, making my thighs tingle. 
However, my patience was wearing thin, and I knew I had to get my head straight. I had to stop this—whatever this was—before I did something stupid and gave in entirely. 
"You have to accept the gifts, baby girl. No two ways about that. The restaurant is yours, and the sooner you come to terms with that, the easier it'll be for you." He murmured, his hot breath fanning across my face as he placed a chaste kiss on my jawline, my ear, and the corner of my lips.