Page 148 of The Substitute Fiancée

When the doors open to the penthouse, I let her enter first.

She walks into the living room, stops in front of the large bay windows that offer a panoramic view of illuminated Paris.

“It’s still so beautiful,” she murmurs.

I approach and try to see the city through her eyes. Paris stretches out before us: the Seine, its bridges, its lights reflecting on the water like liquid stars.

“Yes, it’s beautiful,” I admit against her ear.

Her skin breaks out in goosebumps as my breath grazes her. Only a few centimeters separate us, but our bodies are already vibrating in unison.

She turns toward me. Her eyes shine in the dim light.

The air between us becomes incandescent.

“Kiss me,” she breathes.

I close the distance between us and my lips crash down on hers.

Nothing exists but her body against mine, her moist lips parting to let me in. My tongue invades her mouth and devours her. Hers meets mine with the same burning thirst. I feel like she’s tearing my soul out with each pressure, each brush. Her taste and the sensations she awakens in me make me completely lose my mind. Our moans fill the room. Our hands rediscover each other.

“It’s been so long,” she exhales against my lips as her fingers slip under my clothes to seek contact with my skin.

I don’t respond. I’m incapable of forming a coherent sentence.

Our clothes end up scattered on the floor. Soon we’re naked against each other. Our movements are clumsy and hungry. My hand slips between her parted legs and hers caresses my erect cock. We’re nothing but desire and impatience.

I lift her in my arms, her legs wrap around my waist. I carry her to the back of the couch, which takes some of her weight.

“Take me,” she tells me. “Now.”

With one hand I hold her against me, with the other I guide my erection toward her slit. Her secretions make my tip glisten—she’s more than ready for me. Very slowly, I penetrate her, savoring every second.

The moan of pleasure she releases as her walls close around me drives me completely crazy. When I’m buried inside her to the hilt, her groan of pleasure nearly makes me come. I stop to give her time to adjust to me.

My lips claim her nipples in turn, teasing them with the tip of my tongue. Her body arches against mine. She’s so tight.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I breathe against her ear.

“Come on,” she begs me.

I bury my head in her neck and my hips move of their own accord.

My mouth leaves a trail of kisses on her throat. Her hands slip into my hair, pulling gently to bring me closer. My thrusts accelerate as pleasure builds between us.

“Yes, faster. Faster,” she pants, barely coherent.

We’re nothing but passion and fire as our skin slaps together. It’s good, it’s so good. I want this moment to last forever and ever.

Soon, however, I feel her convulse around me.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she says in a half-sob.

Our passion has never been this violent, this devastating.

“I love you,” I breathe in her ear as orgasm strikes us both and leaves me bare before her.

Her embrace tightens around me.