Chapter Sixteen
"Allen, only my wrist is hurt. I can walk," she told him shyly as he carried her to their bedroom.
"I like carrying you," he said, looking at her with a tenderness that touched her heart and made it hammer hard against her chest.
"We can carry on from where we left off, " he hinted and she eyed him shyly.
"That's not a good idea when I'm hurt," she said, showing her wrist.
"I know other places which aren't hurt, " he said with a smirk.
Hazel's cheeks coloured profusely and she hid her face on his shoulder. Allen chuckled at her cuteness as he strode inside his room and closed the door. He lay her gently on his bed and stood beside her, staring at her with hooded eyes.
"I missed you like crazy," he said, softly. "I was losing my head with every passing day." He sat down beside her on the edge of the bed.
"Me too, Allen, I never thought I would see you again," she said. He went closer to her and held her face with one hand.
"Axel and I didn't sleep a wink when you were gone, " Allen confessed. "I love you Hazel, I can't live without you. I don't know what happened to Nicholas, he seemed to have vanished into thin air. But if he ever came back, I don't know what I'd do," he said, solemnly.
"I love you too Allen. I realised it when Nicholas took me away that night," she consoled him.
She told him everything that happened and how Nicholas abducted Axel and how he valiantly saved her, how Nicholas apologised to her before leaving. Allen listened to her with his mouth hanging open.
"It's so dangerous. He could have killed Axel. What was he thinking? Let him come, I will have to talk to him," said a determined Allen.
"Please Allen, let it go. He has promised me that he would never repeat such a thing. Don't scold him. He's gone through a lot," she pleaded.
"Ok, if you say so," said Allen. Then suddenly, his eyes lit up as he remembered something.
"So, what were you saying about loving me?" He asked, coming forward, his face close to hers as he stared at her red, plump juicy lips.
"I I don't know what you're talking about Mr McAllister," she said, naughtily.
"Oh, is it? Then I need to do something to make you repeat it?" He asked, his thumb caressing her lips roughly. Hazel closed her eyes at the pleasurable sensations that his touch was causing.
His lips grazed over hers roughly. Unable to control his urges anymore, his hand held her head, angling it properly as his mouth descended upon hers in a wild, possessive kiss. His hot breath and the rough onslaught of his warm soft lips made her gasp with pleasure. His tongue glided into her mouth and tasted her, devouring her sweetness. Her right hand went around his neck as she clung to him, kissing him back.
He broke the kiss and his mouth trailed soft kisses down to her neck, inhaling her sweet smell. "Tell me you love me Hazel. I want to hear it again," he whispered huskily.
"I love you Allen," she whispered and his mouth again claimed hers. There wasn't anything gentle in his kisses today. It showed her how much he missed her, how much hungry he was for her.
"I can't wait to make love to you," he said and she hid her face again.
He chuckled and lay down beside her.
The next two weeks went by and Hazel was completely healed. She cooked dinner everyday and Axel and Allen couldn't have been happier.
Grandma came to see them regularly. Axel's exams were over and he insisted on going on a holiday with his uncle Jon, Joanne and the boys. He got his permission at last and packed up and left with them.
Allen gave Maggie leave for a few days. He wanted his wife all to himself. So when everyone left, she went upstairs to take a shower. It was 12 noon already and she didn't get any time since morning to shower.
She wrapped a towel and went to the closet. Picking up her clothes, she turned to go into the en-suite to dress up when she collided with a hard chest.
"Allen, what are you doing?" She gasped as his arm went around her waist, and he pulled her roughly to himself, flush against his chest.
"Claiming what's mine," he answered in a raspy voice, his eyes dark and staring at her piercingly.
"His arms went to her hips, going below the hemline of her short towel, to touch her bare butt. She gasped at his rough touch. His head lowered and he smashed his lips to hers in a hungry, wild and demanding kiss. His tongue probing into her mouth, tasting all the recesses, playing a duel with hers, dominating the kiss. She kissed him back as his hands kneaded her butt, going upwards and downwards in a rough caress.
Her whole body trembled with the need to feel his hands all over herself, to feel him make wild love to her.
"Allen, please," she moaned out.
"What? Say it," he asked, knowing fully well what she wanted.
His tongue traced patterns down her jawline to her throat and then to her bare shoulders, making her shudder with longing.
He picked her in his arms, bridal style and went towards the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and hovered over her.
"Tell me what you want, Hazel. Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me inside you? Do you want me to make love to you again and again?" He whispered as his hand went under her towel to her bare breasts. His thumb touched her taut pebble-like nipples and he groaned.
"Yes," she said, closing her eyes as a moan escaped her lips.
Allen yanked the towel away from her and stared at her beautiful naked body with hungry eyes. His eyes took in everything and she blushed at his desire filled scrutiny. The way he looked at her, it seemed like she was the most beautiful woman on earth.
"God, you're beautiful, " he said huskily.
