All Chapters of Unbound Desires: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

SOFIEHis hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer, urgency thrumming through his touch.He stood between my legs, positioning himself as I lay back against the cool surface. With a powerful, steady thrust, he filled me, and my breath caught, everything else fading into the heat of him.I wrapped my legs around his waist, needing him closer. His hands slid down to my thighs, and with a firm but gentle motion, he guided my legs out, spreading them wide in a V shape.His fingers dug into the backs of my knees, holding me open as he adjusted his stance, finding a deeper angle that pulled a gasp from me.A deep, aching need took over, my body yielding to him completely. The world shrunk to the feel of him moving within me.Our bodies fit together despite the way he held me open. Sweat slicked his skin, his chest heaving with each steady, powerful thrust.His hips pressed forward, pushing deeper each time, the grip on my legs grounding me as pleasure intensified.His eyes stayed locked on m

ALEXSeating her astride me, I teased her entrance with the tip of my shaft, relishing the way her body instinctively shifted closer, searching for more.A soft, restless sound escaped her, and I couldn’t help but smirk, watching the way her pupils dilated with need.I held her gaze, wanting her to see exactly how much I wanted her. Slowly, I eased her down, guiding her with a firm grip on her hips.She met my eyes, her expression open and vulnerable before she closed her eyes, a sigh of pleasure leaving her lips.Once I was fully inside her, I whispered, keeping my voice steady, "You set the pace this time. Follow your instincts."She nodded, a hint of uncertainty flickering in her eyes before she looked at me again. I kept my hands on her waist, offering that bit of support, letting her take control.She started to move, hesitantly at first, her hips rocking against mine. I could feel her adjusting, finding her rhythm, and I kept my touch gentle, just enough to ground her.As her con

CLAIREIt was almost lunchtime, and I was on my fifth attempt to call her. I drummed my fingers against the desk, chewing on my lip as the call rang out again.Straight to voicemail.I leaned back, staring at the clock on the wall. She had been so excited about our lunch plans. Why isn’t she answering?A flicker of unease crept in, settling like a knot in my stomach. Maybe she was just sleeping in. After that whirlwind press conference and the photoshoot with Alex, it would make sense.Still, something felt off.With a frustrated huff, I tried calling Alex next. Same result. Voicemail.My pulse quickened, the worry spreading like wildfire through my thoughts. She never ignored my calls like this. I didn’t want to panic, but I couldn’t help it.I stared at my phone, torn between giving her more time and doing something about this growing anxiety. Finally, I dialed Stephen, knowing he’d probably greet me with some dry, sarcastic remark.When he picked up, I cut straight to the point, my

STEPHENThe tension hit before we even stepped onto the jet.Claire hadn’t said a word since the car. Not one. But her silence wasn’t still. It bristled, tight and controlled. Like she was holding herself in check, every movement was a little too precise.And it wasn’t just about her grandfather. I’d seen worry before. This was something else.I watched her from the bottom of the stairs as she climbed toward the jet, spine rigid, jaw tight. There was something in the way she moved, like she was gearing up for battle. Not a bedside visit.Boerne, Texas. That was her hometown.Maybe it wasn’t just grief waiting for her on the other end of this flight.I reached out to help her up the stairs, more habit than calculation. She jerked away like I’d tried to burn her. Her eyes snapped to mine, sharp with something that looked too much like fury.“I don’t need help,” she said. The words sliced through the air.I pulled my hand back. “Hey,” I muttered, surprised by the sting. “No need to bite m

STEPHENTime moved strangely after that. Hours, maybe. Or just one. I drifted but never quite fell.Then I felt it.Movement.Claire sat up slowly, her body language quiet but charged. She reached for the bat tucked beside the bed, the flashlight, then the tequila. She moved like someone who’d done this before.I waited a beat, then slipped out of bed and followed.Outside, the air was heavy with the scent of dust and mesquite. The moon lit the path just enough to follow at a distance. She didn’t look back. Her pace was focused, but not rushed. I kept to the shadows, my steps silent.She led me to a broken-down shack barely standing at the end of an old dirt road. The wood sagged with age and disuse. A place that should’ve collapsed years ago but hadn’t, like it was waiting for someone to finish the job.Claire stopped in front of it. She unscrewed the cap and took a long drink, then set the bottle down with a thud that echoed in the silence.Then she screamed.It wasn’t a cry. It was