Chapter forty-five
Luc
She’s mine to protect, and mine to please.
T he room is quiet except for the water running in the bathroom. I’d already showered in the other one. Now, I’m sitting on the bed, reading this dark romance, while I wait for her to finish.
The book is intense—this guy cuts the girl to replace her marks with his, claiming her in the most twisted way. It gives me an idea, though not as dark.
The past few days have been about learning each other in ways we never had time to before, peeling back layers of who we are. Our afternoons spent at the Oasis are her favorite, and I love how her eyes light up every time we go there. But there’s still a part of her holding back, a wall she hasn’t quite let down.
I’ve been craving her sweet pussy, but I can tell she’s not comfortable with the idea yet. But I don’t want her to hide part of herself from me. The sound of the water stops, and when she steps out, my breath catches.
Her hair is different. I didn’t know she had curls. Normally, her hair is straight, but now the damp curls fall around her face in perfect, soft spirals. They’re bigger than mine, looser, but gorgeous.
She’s never looked more beautiful.
A pink robe wraps around her body as she moves toward the closet. I set the book aside, standing as I close the distance between us.
She notices me, her movements pausing as I turn her around, gently guiding her until her back presses against the cool glass of the mirror. Her eyes wide as they search mine.
I keep my gaze steady, reading her, making sure I’m not crossing a line. My hands reach for the tie of her robe, hesitating just enough. “Stop me at any time,” I whisper.
She nods, swallowing visibly, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. I untie the robe, letting the fabric slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet. Taking a step back, I allow myself to take her in fully. She’s only wearing a pink little thong.
“Turn around.” I guide her gently so she faces the mirror. Her reflection captures every inch of my attention.
“Mon Dieu (my God), you are beautiful. My wife is breathtaking.” My eyes scan over her body, her long sexy legs, lingering on every perfect inch of her.
“Look at you,” I breathe against her ear. “This is what I want. You. All of you. I could watch you all day.” I push her hair to the side, pressing a soft kiss at the crook of her neck, and her body shivers.
Her cheeks flush as she meets her reflection, and I bite the corner of my lip, trying to hold myself back. I want to take her now, but I force myself to slow down. To savor her.
She turns around, her lips parting as her arms slide around my waist. I pull her close, her body pressing into mine as our mouths crash together. Her soft moan against my lips drives me wild, igniting a fire I can barely contain.
I lift her off the ground, her legs wrapping around my waist, her arms curling around my neck as I carry her toward the bed.
Her lips leave mine to explore my neck, kissing and nipping at my skin.
A low growl escapes my throat as I fight to keep control. “Rylee…” I start, but she cuts me off, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. I shiver, my grip bruising around her. “I’m trying to make it to the bed,” I tease, “but you’re making it really hard.”
Her soft laugh sends another throb through me, and the need to bury myself between her thighs becomes overwhelming.
When we finally reach the bed, I lay her down gently at the edge, her body stretching out beneath me. Her nipples are already hard, begging for my touch, and the sight makes my restraint nearly snap.
She leans forward slightly, her gaze locking onto mine with that familiar fire that always undoes me. “I want to see you, too,” she says, her voice husky. “I want to see all of you.”
“Your wish is my command.” I smile, reaching for my shirt and pulling it over my head. The fabric gets caught for a moment on my biceps, making her laugh softly, and I toss it to the floor with the rest of the growing pile. My pants follow, leaving me in just my boxers, painfully hard for her.
Her eyes drop to the bulge pressing against the fabric, and when she visibly swallows, it sends another pulse straight to my cock. The thought of her sweet mouth on me flashes through my mind, and it takes everything in me not to lose control. But not yet.
I’ve been craving her too long. Right now, I want to taste her. I take a step closer, her hand reaching out to pull my boxers down, but I stop her before she can. “Not right now, bebe.” I lean down to press my lips on hers in a slow, lingering kiss. I love kissing. It’s sensual and intimate. I could kiss her all day and night.
The bed shifts as I grab her thighs, pushing her up the bed before climbing on top of her. I continue kissing her, tasting her, losing myself in the softness of her lips and the sweetness of her mouth. I savor every second as the heat between us builds. My mouth moves to her neck, my hands gently rubbing her nipple that’s been begging for my attention.
A sweet moan escapes her lips as she pulls my hair, tugging slightly. I move down to her breast, taking one nipple into my mouth. Sucking and licking slowly, enjoying the way her body reacts. I take my time with each one, not wanting to rush any of this. Her body trembles as I kiss down her stomach, inching closer to where I want.
As I move between her thighs she quickly closes them, her body tensing. I stop immediately and look up at her. “Ca vas? (You okay?)”
She covers her eyes with her hands. Pushing myself off her, I sit up and call her into my lap. Her legs immediately wrap around my waist, and I hold her close to my chest.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” I search her eyes, but she avoids looking at me. I’ve never seen her this nervous.
“I…I’ve never let anyone taste me before, not that they didn’t offer, I didn’t want them to.”
“Why not?” I lift her chin up to look at me. I love going down on a woman as much as I love kissing them. This tongue was made to worship her sweet pussy.
“I didn’t want them to see the marks,” she whispers.
My chest tightens as I remember how she’s been hurting herself. “Do you want to talk about it?” My hand rubs her cheek, and her eyes close at my touch as she shakes her head no.
“That’s okay, whenever you’re ready.” I press a soft kiss to her forehead.
She nods again, burying her head in the crook of my neck. Her body relaxes against me.
“I want to taste you, but only if you want me to,” I whisper into her ear, rubbing lazy circles on her back. I want her to know she’s in control here.
“I want you to, but please don’t freak out okay?” She pulls away slightly, and the vulnerability in her eyes makes my heart twist. I’m not a violent man, but right now I want to kill her mother with my bare hands. She did this. The only thing keeping me from doing just that is the fact she’s still her mom and Rylee would never forgive me for killing her mother.
“I promise.” I kiss her again, rolling us over until I’m on top of her. My eyes lock onto hers, and my heart beats a little faster.
My lips trail down her body. Gently, I part her thighs, and my breath catches as I see the stain of her arousal through her pink panties. Merde . She’s so wet and ready for me. My fingers brush the sides of her underwear, slowly pulling them down and off her legs. Her arousal glistens, inviting me in, but my ribs feel like they’re caving in with something too big to contain when I see the small burn marks scattered along her thighs and near her center.
I keep my promise, trying to remain calm even when I’m burning inside. My heart aches with a fierce need to protect her, to make sure she never feels the need to hurt herself again.
Leaning in, I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh, right near the mark. “Look at my wife,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire. “So fucking wet for me. Tell me I’m the only one who gets to taste this pretty pussy. My sweet pussy.” The thought alone makes something primal stir inside me.
“Only you.” She smiles down at me.
I trail soft kisses along her skin, inching closer to her center. When I finally reach her cunt, I breathe her in. She smells like vanilla, a scent that is as sweet as it is intoxicating. My tongue glides from the bottom to the top for a quick taste. She moans in response, making me crave more.
I lift my head up to look at her. “You taste amazing, baby.” My voice is full of need. “I’m going to be down here for a while.” I press another kiss to her bare sex. “You’ve been keeping this sweetness away from me for far too long, starving me.”
Another soft kiss lands on one of the marks on her thighs. I lift my eyes to meet hers. Her chest is rising and falling with each breath. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, the world barely audible.
“Good. I’m going to try something, okay? If you want me to stop, just tell me.” I breathe her in before parting my lips and bite down, hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to break the skin.
A soft, “Aah,” escapes her lips, a sharp breath mixing with pleasure and surpris.
I let my tongue soothe the spot, kissing it gently before lifting my gaze to hers.
“You’re not cursed,” I whisper. “You’re not broken. You’re not unlovable.”
I see the faintest sheen of tears in her eyes before she looks away. I press another kiss lower, lingering, letting my lips leave another soft bite. “You are everything,” I murmur against her skin. “And if no one has ever told you that before, I will tell you as many times as it takes.”
Her body trembles, her fingers curling into the sheets, and I press my forehead to her thigh, grounding myself before trailing lower. I bite again, gently, and her soft moan vibrates through me, a sound that makes my chest ache with something too big to name.
“When you see these marks,” I rasp, my lips brushing against her skin, “I want you to remember this moment. Not the pain, not the scars—but this. Us. Me. You’re mine now, and I will never stop reminding you how beautiful and how worthy of love you are.”
Her body arches beneath me, her breath shaky as I swipe my tongue up her center, pulling a cry from her lips. I take her sensitive bud into my mouth, and her hips rise toward me, her moans spilling freely now.
I lift my head just enough to meet her gaze.
She’s mine to protect, mine to please, and mine to love. And I’m going to make sure she knows it.