His to Claim by Sierra Jaid

closer his face came, the faster she forgot to breathe–anticipation fuelling to a new height. And when their mouths brushed, his clever lips whispered against her trembling ones, “Would ‘ave let me make love tae ye?”
    Quiet pulse beating in tune with the clamouring silence, Elaine understood they were now talking on another level.
    Her heavy lashes lowered to shade her reflection. Did she want him to know that much?
    But Trevor wasn’t letting her go easy. His hands moved, splaying restless fingers into her hair. The assertive aggression wasn’t benign. Silken tufts of her hair fisted, he pulled her head back. “Answer me.”
    The gritted demand didn’t scare Elaine. Her smile, knowing. Feminine instinct rose past her mist of inexperience with fatal precision. Cognizant of her own power over him right in this moment.
    “Yes, I would have let you make love to me.”
    *****

CHAPTER 10
     
    T revor’s mouth clamped down on hers with a hunger that set a fire in Elaine the heat of which she thought would only calm when it had consumed her to the ends of her existence.
    In that instant, responding to him was more important than catching air in her lungs. The force of his kiss was the lifeline she most treasured. This was what Elaine had been living for. To be in his embrace was akin to giving meaning to her drifting life.
    But then the string to her sweetest dreams horrifyingly snapped with the breaking of his kiss, and a laconic, “No.”
    She wasn’t far from begging him. It felt cruel to give her a taste of what she had always craved only to have it snatched.
    When his arms began prying her from him, whimpering in desolation, she gripped at his T-shirt with shaking fingers.
    “Shh..hush.. Elaine.” Trevor laid his forehead to hers, his hands holding her face tilted it up to him.
    As she wouldn’t stop floundering like a fish out of water, he generously gave into her petulant demands and once again latched his lips to her quivering ones.
    “There..” Trevor couldn’t hold his effervescent laughter even through the haze of a ball breaking ache in his groin.
    Was he too drunk, or had she fucking grown more beautiful than how he remembered her from last?
    But then again, for a year and a half now, every damned time he had laid eyes on her, she had reached even deeper than before in his guts, and grabbed him by the very root of his dick.
    These violating thoughts made him feel like the worst pervert in the world, but then the shame born of it had helped him too in keeping his hands off her, until now.
    Today his alcohol dulled conscience was listening to none of the garbles. Elaine’s heated body rubbing against his was all he could think about. Nothing could extinguish the fire her perfect little breasts were goading in him. Except, “Ye wouldna want me tae take ye in an elevator, would ye? No’ yer first time.”
    “I don’t care, Trevor. Just don’t put me away from your arms..” Elaine’s slender limbs circled his formidable shoulders.
    He met her gaze a meaningful moment, then charged to hit a number on the panel of buttons. Seconds later when the doors slid open, he took possession of her wrist, and purposefully led her out after him onto a long hallway.
    Farther into the empty length of the passage a room-attendant’s trolley stood unattended before a storage. As they walked past it, Trevor dipped his hand in it without breaking his stride.
    Their progress along the hallway came to a stop when a ‘vacant’ sign turned over a keytab of a door appeared after a series of ‘occupied’ ones. Without a hitch, he then swiped his pilfered keycard through it.
    As one hand steered Elaine inside, the other flung the card back into the trolley with practised ease. His focused mind working as a scope through his drunk.
    Elaine dumbfounded gaped about the big, luxurious room conjured before her. It was clearly out of most men’s range.
    “The entire floor t’night’s a favo’r from me tae some