Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 43856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
She was glowing.
Or maybe that was just how I saw her.
How I would always see her.
I angled my head, deepening the kiss, swallowing the small, desperate sound that escaped her lips. My tongue slid against hers, slow and thorough, savoring every flick.
Every moan.
Her every surrender.
She melted into me, her curves molding perfectly against my body, her nails digging into my shoulders like she needed more.
And I would give her everything.
I moved one hand to the small of her back, guiding her even closer, until there wasn’t a breath of space left between us.
My other hand tangled in her curls, tugging just enough to tilt her head back, forcing her to let me kiss her deeper.
God. . .come back to Paris with me.
She sighed into the deepening kiss, her body arching, pressing against the rigid length of my hard cock, still throbbing, still demanding to be inside of her pussy.
I groaned, my fingers tightening on her curvy waist, aching to throw her over my shoulder and take her straight upstairs.
But I wasn’t done kissing her.
Not here.
Not in the moonlight.
Not when she tasted like desire and submission and something dangerously close to fate.
I slowed the kiss, taking my time, letting my lips trace over hers in soft, sensual drags, letting her feel the way my mouth would worship every inch of her body once again before this night was over.
Her breath was ragged when I finally pulled back, just enough to stare down at her.
Her lips were swollen, wet, utterly wrecked.
And fuck if that wasn’t the best thing I’d ever seen. “Cancel your flight.”
She blinked. “You know I can’t.”
“Mmm.” I lifted her hand to my lips, pressing a kiss to her wrist, then laced my fingers with hers as I led her inside. “Then let’s stop wasting time, chérie.”
Tonight, Manhattan could keep its noise, its chaos, its endless distractions.
Because I was taking my goddess upstairs.
And I wouldn’t be letting her go.
We’ll see about your making that damn flight.
Chapter thirteen
French Laws of Possession
Fabien
Seconds later, we stepped into the hotel, and the lobby—with all its chandeliers and excess—barely registered with me.
The doormen nodded in respect.
The staff moved swiftly, but I barely saw any of it.
Rae walked beside me, unaware of the way she commanded the space.
We got to the elevator and entered.
It was an exquisite space—gold-paneled, spacious, the kind of luxury people killed for.
Yet it was empty of everything that mattered except her.
The doors closed, and I pressed the top button and then turned to Rae, gathering her into my arms. “Come here, mon amour.”
She gasped and then chuckled.
And my God. . .
Her scent.
Her warmth.
It all cracked my last bit of restraint.
I kissed her again.
Slow.
Deep.
Purposeful.
She moaned.
When I finally pulled back, her breath was uneven.
Sighing, I pressed my forehead to hers. “J’adore tes lèvres. Parfaites, comme du velours.”
“What does that mean?”
“I adore your lips. Perfect, like velvet.”
She shivered. “Say something else.”
A slow smile spread across my face. “Tu es plus précieuse que l’or. Tu es la plus belle femme que j’ai jamais vue.”
“And that?”
“You are more precious than gold. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
“So sexy.”
My cock rock-hard, pressed against the zipper of my slacks, throbbing in time with my heartbeat.
Once the elevator finally glided to a stop, I placed a final kiss to her lips before the doors slide open.
Thank God. I almost fucked her in the elevator.
I took her hand and guided her toward my suite.
The door unlocked with a quiet beep, and we stepped inside.
The wealth of the space was all there—shimmering chandelier, soft lighting, luxury linens, floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked a glittery Manhattan.
Yet, none of it mattered.
Only Rae.
Is she ready for what’s about to happen?
I grabbed her hand, pulling her deeper into my suite without hesitation.
The second the door shut behind us, I had Rae against the wall, my hands on her hips, my body caging hers in. “Do you know how fucking hard it was to stop myself from slamming my cock into you, when we were in the car?”
“Your tongue was. . .everything.”
I exhaled sharply, trying to think, trying to remind myself that this was our first night together, that I should take my time with her.
But patience was a thin, frayed thread now, stretched to its limit.
“But, I wanted to do this right.” I licked my lips. “Because you’re not some quick fuck in the back of a car. You’re a goddamn meal. And I want to feast.”
“Fabien, you can feast all you want to.”
And that was that.
I had that fur off her so fast, she gasped.
It fell to the floor with my coat.
Then, I grabbed the front of her shimmering pink gown and pulled it down in one very rough motion, exposing her.
Mon dieu.
Her breasts.
Full.
Heavy.
Perfect.
Mine.
I had always considered myself a man of refined tastes, drawn to the finer things in life—art, luxury, a perfect meal, a well-aged wine.