Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 17 Indulge in Passion

I’m barely able to drag him inside and up to our room. He’s stumbling and swaying like a drunk, but he’s also determined to get his hands on me, attempting to remove my clothes multiple times as we ascend the stairs to the top floor.

I swat him away every time, ignoring his admonishing growls. When we finally enter our apartment I don’t even make it two steps inside before I’m trapped between Bastien and the door.

Bastien’s mouth slams down on mine with crushing force. The violent fervor of his lips devastate my senses as his arms wind around my body, pulling me close and lifting my feet off the floor. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, clinging to him like the lifeline he is.

He devours me, body and soul. His lips blaze a scorching path over my skin as he strips me bare, his powerful hands stroking and kneading my flesh so forcefully it seems he’s trying to fuse our bodies together.

I throw myself into his embrace just as passionately, slanting my mouth beneath his to deepen the kiss. His tongue delves into my mouth, coaxing mine out of hiding to tangle with his. Bastien groans with pleasure as my hips rock intuitively against his, and the world around me fades.

I melt into his arms, giving myself over to the heady rush of desire. His lips claim every bare inch of skin they can reach, his teeth nipping my delicate skin, only to be followed by the soothing caress of his tongue.

My heart feels full to bursting and my lungs feel empty of air. I breathe Bastien in, knowing he is the only cure for the ache. The bittersweet pang of love and imminent loss consumes me; another last kiss. Another last chance to be with the man who gave meaning to my life when it seemed all was lost.

The tears fall without my permission.

They slide down my heated cheeks before I can stop them, and I know the moment Bastien scents them. His pulls away from me abruptly, concern and regret written plainly across his face. “It’s nothing.” I promise, but he isn’t convinced.

“I’m sorry.” Bastien professes gutturally, looking absolutely beside himself as he sets my feet on the ground and shifts away.

I try to follow him but he holds out his hand, stopping me from coming near. “Don’t.” He orders, “Please don’t make this any harder.”

A frigid draft of air sweeps over me, freezing my blood. “I don’t understand.”

“I can’t be near you.” He growls, eyes flashing. “You’re making it worse.”

“Bastien”

can’t do this. It will ruin everything.” His words

into me. Whatever Bastien is on, is sending him into rut, and I was merely the closest female – but not

me to call Arabella?” I offer, hating the words but unable to stand the tortured expression on

still in

my cheeks, “I’m

“Stop apologizing.” Bastien growls.

me to go?” I

almost feel relieved until he adds, “You stay. I’ll

I slide to the floor of my foyer. My tears fall unhindered now, grief and rejection egged on by my seething hormones.

was happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life, now I feel as if the world is crumbling beneath my feet. My marriage is over, my husband – the love of my life wants nothing to do

to move up my plans. I’m afraid of what might happen if I stay here, and I know that the

he’s also determined to get his hands on me, attempting to remove my clothes multiple times as

every time, ignoring his admonishing growls. When we finally enter our apartment I don’t even make it two steps inside before I’m trapped between Bastien and

The violent fervor of his lips devastate my senses as his arms wind around my body, pulling me close and lifting my feet off the floor. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, clinging to him

soul. His lips blaze a scorching path over my skin as he strips me bare, his powerful hands stroking and

into his embrace just as passionately, slanting my mouth beneath his to deepen the kiss. His tongue delves into my mouth, coaxing mine out of hiding to tangle with his. Bastien groans

lips claim every bare inch of skin they can reach, his teeth nipping my delicate skin,

only cure for the ache. The bittersweet pang of love and imminent loss consumes me; another last kiss. Another last chance to be with

tears fall

slide down my heated cheeks before I can stop them, and I know the moment Bastien scents them. His pulls away from me abruptly, concern and regret written plainly

looking absolutely beside himself as he sets my feet on the

me from coming near. “Don’t.” He orders,