Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Tu es sublime, Adeline,” he said, his voice low as he undressed me, tugging at the strings of the bodice of my dress until it was loose and falling away.
He took his time to look at me, put his mouth on my skin, with each item of clothing he removed. Between kisses, I started to work on his, tossing his tie, undoing his buttons. Soon we were both undressed and marveling at the sight of one another. I’d seen him in a swimsuit. I’d seen him naked, in the dark, but that was so many years ago. The man before me now was perfection. Not in a perfect six-pack model kind of way, but in a toned, powerful man kind of way. The kind who could overpower me easily, but still manage to be gentle. The kind who I had no doubt could be punishing with his tongue and fingers, but was looking at me like I was the most fragile thing in the world. Maybe it was the moment. It felt fragile. It felt like if we spoke too loudly or touched too quickly it would be over in an instant, and neither one of us could bear it.
He pushed me back onto the bed and began dragging his mouth down my body until he reached my thighs; there, he kissed and nipped, making me squirm. I gasped loudly as his tongue found my center, licking my clit slowly once, twice, and then ravishing me like a starving man. It was intense and I knew that even though he was trying to make the moment last, I wouldn’t last long. His fingers joined his tongue and he began pumping them inside of me as he sucked on my clit. My legs started to shake.
“C’est encore mieux que je ne l’imaginais.” He pulled away momentarily, his dark eyes meeting mine as I panted.
Something inside of me crumbled. I agreed with that because what I had imagined paled in comparison to the reality of having this man, this prince, this future king’s head between my legs. His mouth pulled up slightly as if reading my thoughts and he went back to burying his head between my legs and I went back to panting and soon enough, shouting his name.
The cord inside of me that seemed to continue tightening suddenly popped as the orgasm hit me. My chest heaving as I came down from it when he began making his way up my body, his teeth leaving tiny tracks behind as he punctured fragments of my skin. He stopped at my breasts, licking and sucking each nipple into his mouth, groaning as he tugged and let them go free with a pop. I felt my heart pick up again to the point of hysteria, an orgasm that had no business building was gradually climbing and when he brought a hand between my legs, suddenly sliding his fingers inside of me as he continued to suck on my breasts, I knew I was a goner.
I sat up slightly as he finished rolling on a condom and positioned himself between my legs and he met my gaze, a question in them. I answered by holding onto his shoulder and lifting myself up so we were both sitting, and then wrapped my legs around him as he positioned me over him. My nails dug into his shoulder as I lowered myself onto him, holding my breath as his cock spread me inch by inch. He held my ass tightly as he fucked me, driving inside of me with long, hard strokes that were no longer gentle. His movements were punishing, searing, as if marking himself inside of me physically to match what he’d already done emotionally. We were at eye level like this and he pulled back to look at me. I bit my lip to contain my moans, which were growing with each time his cock was completely inside of me, with each time he squeezed my ass and pulled me onto him, hitting my throbbing, already sensitive clit with the movement.
“This can’t be the only night, Adeline,” he whispered, still fucking me relentlessly.
“It has to be.” It was his intense gaze, the way he owned my body and made me feel that made me cry out in that moment, throwing my head back in ecstasy and saying his name when I felt him throbbing inside of me, growling out a curse in French in that low husky voice that made me come undone once more.
Chapter 18
I heeded my mother’s warning and packed my things as soon as I got home. I wouldn’t have, had last night not happened, but it did, and the feeling weighing in the pit of my stomach was worse with each passing second. I wasn’t running from it though. I couldn’t. I just needed to go back to London and check my flat and regroup all of my thoughts and feelings. I needed to find a box inside myself where I could store them all and shut the lid on the entire thing. Or burn it. Despite everything, I wanted Elias way more than I should and last night had made things worse for me. I would use the excuse of needing to check on my flat though. I’d been gone a while, and even though my neighbor, Mrs. Parsons, was making sure things were tidy and didn’t get cobwebs, her services didn’t extend to paying past due bills, which I was bound to have if I didn’t go through my mail soon.