AllFreeNovel
Share Us
His cock strains inside me, and I know that means he’s nigh on release. I am too.
He stops the kiss to grab my hips harder. It’s painful, but I take it. It feels too good to deny myself of even that.
“Vincent,” I call out his name, and a light of raw fascination invades his eyes.
I cry out again, throwing my head back as he hammers into me, splitting me from reality. We cry out together and both come on the wave of a shared release.
We’re both left breathless after, and I wonder what will happen next.
This time felt different.
I don’t think I’m deluded in thinking it did. It was different because we were different.
Something changed between us, and I don’t know what it was or when it happened. He’s holding me now like he wants me, and I feel that fear creep into my soul again. It whispers,Would he still want me if he knew what happened to me?
“I want you,” he says into my ear, and my hearts starts beating so fast I think it’s going to leap right out of my chest.
It’s like he could hear my thoughts.
“I want you,” he repeats.
“You want me?” I ask, almost revealing my disbelief.
“I do,” he confesses and turns his head to face me. “Come, looks like we’re in for another wild fantasy.”
He reclaims my lips, kissing me hard, and I resume this fascination even though I know I shouldn’t.
I know I’m getting in way over my head with this man.
But… I need him...
Chapter Twenty-Two
Vincent
Fucking hell, I’m like a man who’s lost his mind.
We’re in the shower together, fooling around, and only God knows what time it is. I know it’s well into the early hours of the morning, but I don’t know the specifics.
The only responsible thing I did was to send Marguerite a message letting her know we’d be back tomorrow. I didn’t want her worrying, and that also meant I wanted her to stay home and look after Timothy. Something I’d normally be doing most Saturday nights.
I feel like an ass, a slave to selfishness, a fool to passion because I can’t get enough of this woman.
I have Ava pressed against the smooth wall of the shower. I already fucked her against it, and my dick’s fucking hard again for her, hard just thinking about getting in her tight cunt again.
I want inside her, but I have to leave her lips, and I can’t.
I’m fucking crazy. That’s what. It’s finally happened. I’ve lost my damn mind from all the shit. All night, I’ve been trying to get to that point where I rein in control, but the siren has me wrapped around her claws. Delicate fingers that beckon me to keep taking.
I’m in charge here. She’s not supposed to want me. She’s not supposed to be enjoying this. She’s supposed to be debt repayment, but she isn’t, and it doesn’t feel like that anymore.
It feels real to me.Shefeels real to me, not like she’s trying to seduce me to put a hold on my control.
I test it by stopping. I stop kissing her and allow her to kiss me. She doesn’t even realize until seconds later, then she stops, and worry settles in her eyes. Worry that I’ll tell her the fantasy is over.
It’s not, and as she rests back against the wall and the light spray of water from the shower trickles over her, I take the moment to look at her.
Her angelic face, her delicate frame, petite with the perfect shape to carry those massive tits and her perfect ass.
