Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
“You are so beautiful,” he rasped. He placed his hand on my stomach, his long fingers gentle on my skin. “Every inch of you was made for me.” He trailed his touch lower to my thigh, the sensation of his skin on mine akin to a blaze of fire drifting over me. He lifted his free hand to my other leg and pushed them apart. “Jesus, you’re wet for me, Ashley.”
“Only for you,” I said. “Please, Luc, touch me.”
His intense gaze met mine. “Oh, I’m going to touch you, all right. Everywhere. With my hands and my mouth. Then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember anything but me. Us. You got that?”
I gasped as he fell to his knees, burying his face into my center. Pleasure exploded the second he dragged his tongue over my clit, and I grabbed the sheets, fisting them. “Luc,” I cried out. Moments later, he did exactly what he promised. Nothing existed beyond this room. There was nothing but him and me. His wicked tongue and talented fingers. He lapped and teased, stroked and nibbled. He slid one finger inside me, then two, moving them in tandem with his tongue until I was lost in a vortex of sensation. I cried out his name as an orgasm washed over me, hot, bright, and intense. I arched my back, desperate to be closer to him, needing, wanting more. He stood, lifting and pushing me to the center of the bed, and raised my leg to his shoulder. One snap of his hips and he was inside me, hot, thick, and perfect. He bent forward, meeting my eyes as he grasped the headboard, buried so deep I felt him everywhere.
He began to move, long rolls of his hips, powerful strokes of his cock, hitting me in the exact place I needed. Instantly, my body tightened, already ramping up for another orgasm.
“That’s it, love. Give me another one. Come all over my cock,” he praised. He grabbed my other leg and lifted it to his shoulder, sliding in even farther. He worked me hard, his hips pivoting. Sweat gathered on his skin, his grunts and groans filling the room. My headboard squeaked under the pressure, the bed frame shaking with his dominance. My body was on fire, awash in sensation. Sparks of ecstasy exploded all over me, burning me from within. Luc began moving faster, his breathing becoming ragged and loud.
“Come with me,” he rasped. “I can’t—fuck—Ashley—now—now.”
He threw back his head with a long groan, and I fell. I was caught in the middle of a hurricane, the world swirling around me. The only thing tethering me to this earth was Luc’s grip on my hip and the sound of his voice as he succumbed.
And then, the blissful moment of nothingness. I floated in space, my body sated, my mind at peace. Luc slid from me, lying down, pulling me into his arms. His breathing matched mine, our chests moving rapidly. He pulled a sheet over us, the cotton soft on my oversensitive skin. He pressed a kiss to my head.
“Wow,” he muttered.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“Best make-up sex in the history of make-up sex.”
I chuckled and slapped his chest. “Stop it.”
“It’s true.” He glanced around the room with a low hum.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for something I can pick on so you get mad and we can do that all over again.”
This time, I laughed out loud. “You’re ridiculous.”
He rolled over, pinning me under him. His weight pressed me into the mattress, the heat of his skin melding to mine. “You’re incredible,” he replied. “That was mind-blowing.” He stroked his finger down my cheek, his touch light.
“I love you, Ashley. And we’re gonna get through this—together. You hear me?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“You’re my future. I know this with everything in me. You’re not alone anymore. You never will be again. You have me.”
I slid my arms around his neck and pulled him down. His head rested on my chest, and I ran my fingers through his thick hair.
“Then I have all I need.”
19
LUC
Ashley slept beside me, tucked tight against my body. She was exhausted from the emotional upheaval of the past while and especially from our fight the other day. I never should have walked away, but she pushed and I gave in to the anger I was feeling. I should have stuck to my guns and let her spew her fury and hatred toward the people I considered family until she wore herself out, but instead, I left her to figure it out for herself. I walked away before I said something I regretted and damaged our still-new relationship beyond repair.
That was a mistake I wouldn’t make again. I would stay and fight. Make her listen. She meant too much to me.
The day I met her changed my life. Normally one to shun such things, I had attended an event my company was hosting because my new boss asked me to.