Chapter 2

Eleanor’s POV

The man hesitated for only two seconds before kissing me roughly, our tongues and teeth crashing like animals. His hands moved from my hips to my thighs as he lifted me onto the bed behind us. He pressed his body into mine, grounding his hips into me in a way that made my whole body want more.

Keeping my lips on his, I eagerly started undoing his shirt buttons and opening his belt.

He pulled away from my lips and started kissing from my jaw down to my neck. He paused right at my collarbone and fiercely bit into my shoulder—right on my sweet spot— and I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.

At the sound, his grip on my hips tightened and I heard a ripping sound, suddenly feeling the cold air on my legs—he had ripped my pants completely off as easily as a piece of paper. He was strong and powerful, and seeing the proof of that made me shudder in excitement.

He picked me up and threw me on the bed, causing me to bump into the table and knock the engagement photo onto the floor, breaking it. Which, in itself, brought me immense pleasure and made me want him even more.

We both paused briefly to look at the broken frame, then turned back to each other, taking a second for each of us to take a breath as he stared down at me.

As I caught my breath and he stood over me, I finally got a full glimpse of the man in front of me and everything he had to offer. His muscles were perfectly defined and he could probably crush me with his body weight—but I wanted to feel his weight, on top of me, underneath me, and anywhere else I could. If his body crushed me, at least I’d die happy.

I eyed him up and down shamelessly like a piece of meat, his muscled chest exposed and pants undone. My eyes focused on his undone pants, allowing me a clear and BIG indication of what was waiting for me. I licked my lips in anticipation.

When my gaze finally made it back to his gorgeous face, he smirked proudly and raised a smug eyebrow at me like he knew what I was thinking.

Not one to be outdone, I pursed my lips and stretched my arms. I intentionally showed off my still-covered breasts and moved my hand down my body, teasing him as I brought it down to my wet folds.

He growled and immediately crawled on top of me, grabbing my hands to hold with his. Every inch of him was pressing against or into me in a perfectly sinful way—like his body was made to fit into mine. I could feel him poking into me, proof that he wanted this as much as I did.

I looked into his eyes innocently then let his hands go. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. I rolled my hips against his, feeling the tip of his manhood press into me, causing him to groan in pleasure.

His brown eyes stared into mine, blown wide with lust and somehow seeming a darker brown than before.

Without looking away, he ripped open my shirt just as easily as my pants.

Truthfully, I had never seen a man do anything like that (I didn’t even know a man could do something like that) and it was probably the hottest thing I had ever seen.

He brought his lips back to mine, kissing me slowly and fiercely. He pulled slightly away and I whined at the loss of contact, wanting to feel more of everything he was giving.

I was about to roll us over, so I was in control. I had learned from experience that if I wanted pleasure, I needed to chase it myself. Before I could, however, he returned to my lips and in one swift movement hooked his hands under my knees, pulled them off his hips and put them over his shoulders.

Without missing a beat, he pulled away from my lips and started kissing down my uncovered chest, leaving countless marks and pausing occasionally to suck on a sensitive part of my skin. My eyes followed him in surprise as his head went lower and lower than any lips had ever been on my body.

He stopped right where I wanted him most and, after a swift kiss, switched to using his tongue and sucking.

I practically screamed in ecstasy as a wave of pleasure washed over me, stronger than anything I’d ever known before.

My hands moved to his hair, tugging slightly as he went to town on my womanhood like an ice cream.

He didn’t stop until I was just at the edge.

I whined as he pulled away, returning his attention to my neck as he pulled my knees from his shoulders.

He pulled back to catch his breath and his eyes met mine. He slowly moved his hands to my hips and positioned himself between my legs, lining himself up with my entrance. There was a question in his eyes, like he was asking me if I wanted to continue.

I grinned and sent him a nod as my legs hooked around his waist.

He smiled and crashed his lips to mine as he pressed himself into me. A loud moan of pleasure escaped my throat and my nails dug into his back.

I learned very quickly that he was better than my ex-fiancé in every way—stronger, more passionate, more attentive, and much more in tune with a woman’s body. His raw desire for me made me feel wanted and desirable again, easing the sting of River’s cruel words.

I let myself dive into him all night, exploring every inch of his body as he explored mine. I was happy to lose myself and forget my troubles in the waves of his muscles like a ship in a storm. All night, we lost ourselves in each other until we couldn’t continue anymore.

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The next morning, I woke up in his arms feeling the most satisfied I ever had in my life.

Seeing me wake up, the man stretched and removed his arms from me. He got out of my bed and began getting dressed without saying a word.

I stretched, taking the moment to admire the body of the man in front of me. Seeing the marks on his back that looked almost like claw marks reminded me exactly how much I had admired his body the night before.

I smirked and reached for my phone on the table as I got out of bed, careful to avoid the broken frame on the floor. I turned my phone on and saw dozens of missed calls—all from my ex-fiancé and father.

I had no intention of calling either of them back.

I would deal with my father later, but I wanted nothing to do with River. All I wanted now was to end the engagement as quickly as possible, but I knew my father would never agree to that easily. There was still a tough battle ahead of me.

The memory of the night before lingered—it had been beautiful. The man’s body was powerful, his muscles sharply defined and full of strength. He had made me feel more wanted than I had felt in all my years with River and he had pleased me more than River ever came close to.

I pulled out a notepad from a drawer and wrote down my phone number as the man finished buckling his belt—still shirtless (which he would stay, because there was no way I would be taking his shirt off to return it to him).

I wasn’t an idiot, I knew what last night was. It was lust, frustration, and hormones taking over for both of us. It was a one-night stand, nothing more and nothing less. With a man like him in front of me, however, I was definitely interested in it being more than that.

I stepped over to him so we were facing each other and he froze in place. I seductively ran a hand up the perfect muscles of his arm as he curiously watched me.

I kissed his jaw where I had left a mark the night before, admiring the stubble that tickled my skin. I pressed against him and tucked my phone number into the pocket of his pants, tempted to continue where we’d left off last night.

“Call me any time.” I said.

He didn’t refuse or try to step away from me, so I took that as a yes. Everything else about last night, I wanted to forget. But him—him and our night of passion together—I definitely wanted to remember.

Suddenly, there was an aggressive knock at my door followed by yelling.

“Eleanor!” A voice I recognized as River’s yelled. “Open up the damn door!”

I cursed to myself as the sex bubble I had been in popped and I was brought back to my harsh reality.

I quickly tried to push the man in front of me to the bathroom.

He frowned, stopping us right in the bathroom door.

“You’ve already broken up with him,” The man said. “Why hide?”

I knew that even though River had cheated, breaking off the engagement wouldn’t be simple. If he caught me with another man, it would only make things worse and things were hard enough for me already.

The man met my eyes, almost like an unspoken conversation passed between us as his eyes searched mine.

I couldn’t put my finger on it, but somehow it felt like he understood why this was so important and he immediately put his arms down to let me push him forward—completely trusting me.

Without another word, I pushed the man into the bathroom and closed the door.

I buttoned a few buttons on the man’s shirt I was wearing, too late to change out of it now. I took a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare myself for the dumpster fire that awaited me the moment that door opened—there was no going back.

I rolled my neck to steel my nerves and stepped toward my apartment door.