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“Thanks.”
I watch the three men leave then turn my attention to Eli, only to find him already watching me. He excuses himself from the group and approaches me. My body heats with anticipation of what’s to come. Soon.
And before the sun rises, I’ll tell Eli what I am and pray he still wants me.
ChapterThirteen
ELI
As the last guests leave the ballroom and the catering staff busy themselves cleaning up, my heartrate kicks up. I’m desperate to get Michel home and naked. My head has been a mess ever since that flood of emotions hit me. I instinctively knew they weren’t my emotions. They were his. I have no idea how that happened, but it became clear to me that Michel and I are meant to be on a level I can’t even comprehend.
After finishing up with Crystal, Michel takes my hand and leads me to the elevator. Heat pours off him like a space heater, and when he finally lifts his mask, I gasp at the lusty expression on his face, and tug my jacket off then roll up my sleeves to cool down. It doesn’t help.
Oh fuck. This is gonna be good.
When we step on the elevator, Michel pulls my arm up to his lips, kissing from my wrist to my elbow. He inhales briefly, as if my flesh smells like his favorite food, then shifts his eyes to me. It must be the light of the elevators making them seem like they glow, but damn is this man beautiful.
The doors open and he pulls me inside his apartment, wrapping an arm around my waist to bring us chest to chest. He sways to music that isn’t playing, gazing into my eyes.
“The next masquerade, I will dance with you.”
Smiling, I nod. “I’d love that.”
“So would I.”
I press my forehead to his shoulder, enjoying his touch, but I can literally feel his nerves kick in.
I look up. “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for, Michel.”
He smiles. “I know, but I am ready.”
Michel bends his head to kiss me softly, pulling away with a grin before coming back much more forcefully, holding me tight around the waist as he claims my kiss. As usual, I become boneless in his arms, sinking against him, trusting him to hold me up.
I’m aware of him walking us backward to his bedroom, and my stomach reacts with a wild dance of butterflies taking flight. I want him so bad I can almost taste my desire.
From there, it’s a blur of clothing coming off and passionate kisses as we tumble onto the bed, both of us still wearing our masks. Part of me wants to keep them on, but not enough to miss out on seeing his face when I suck the soul from his body through his dick.
I rise just enough to remove mine, then get situated between his legs. My eyes take in his cock, thick and veiny, twitching with need. Fuck, this man.
He lifts his mask slowly, his eyes fixed on my face as he tosses it to the side. Many emotions flit across his face, but the one that leaves me breathless, the one that defines my future lingers. That’s love. I know it is.
“Michel…”
He hooks his hand behind my neck, pulling me down so that our bodies are pressed together and our mouths are locked in another heated kiss. I hump against him, the slide of our hard cocks, sticky with precum, sending waves of heat through me. I try to break the kiss and move down, but he’s way ahead of me, flipping me over and kissing a path from my lips, down my neck, chest, and stomach, pausing as he reaches my dick.
He smiles, taking me gently in his hand. “I have dreamed of this.” Then he drags his tongue up my shaft, drawing a slow exhale from me as my eyelids flutter.
“Tell me if I do anything you don’t like,” Michel says before diving in. He sucks my length into his hot mouth, swallowing me like a pro. If I wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t lie to me, I’d find it hard to believe this is the first dick he’s ever sucked.
Fuck, what a rush. I’m the only man to touch Michel. That shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but he brings out some kind of weird possessive streak in me I haven’t felt before. I twist my fingers through his silky hair as he worships my cock and balls, nipping at my inner thighs. I can’t take it anymore, pushing him off enough to twist my body around so we’re in a perfect sixty-nine. I need his cock in my mouth.
I waste no time teasing him and just do my best to get his thick cock down my throat. A surprised moan escapes him, making me preen that I can undo this perfectly elegant man. Tilting my head back, I grip his ass cheeks, squeezing them as I encourage him to fuck my throat. It takes him a few seconds to catch on, but when he does? Whoa.
I do my best around his girth, my lips stretched and jaw pushed to the limit, but I fucking love it. He can totally ruin me and I’ll happily accept my demise. His cock is amazing. The mouthfeel is a blend of textures—silky skin over his hardness, the veins playing on my tongue, the oddly sweet and rich taste of the precum that pours from his slit. It’s heady and indulgent, two words I never imagined using to describe a cock.
My attention shifts to my own dick when Michel takes my length down his throat until his nose is buried in my pubes. He swallows around me, and I cry out as he drags sharp nails across my thighs. My hips buck, desperate for release, while I suck him with all the desire I feel for him.
Then it hits me like slamming into a brick wall. This is more than desire. This is love. I’m fucking inlovewith Michel.
