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Chapter 121 : Deep Waters 3

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Béatrice

He doesn't wait. There are no more preliminaries, no more slow exploration. He enters me in one powerful, deep surge, a movement that sweeps away all resistance, all thought. A hoarse cry escapes my throat, immediately captured by his mouth crashing onto mine. It's not a kiss. It's a taking of possession, a branding. His tongue invades my mouth with the same determined fervor, the same urgency as the rest of his body which begins to move.

And he mov

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    AURÉLIEHe accepts. He is gentle, as promised. Cautious, patient. He seeks, guides with an exasperating and delicious slowness. The pressure at my entrance becomes insistent, almost questioning, then forthright, determined.The pain is a white flash. Brief, sharp, blinding, a burning knife that splits me in two. A high-pitched moan, utterly authentic, escapes my throat, muffled by the pillow. A sound I don't recognize, the sound of a wounded animal.He stops immediately. His whole body tenses, on alert.— Are you okay? Dio mio, Aurélie, are you okay?His voice is a hoarse whisper, laden with a concern that wrenches my heart horribly, fills me with a shame so deep I feel nauseous.I nod frantically, my eyes squeezed shut, tears of pain and emotion seeping from under my lids.— Yes. Yes, continue. Please.He resumes his movement. Slow. Deep, with a calculated slowness that makes every milli

  • Désiré Me 2   Chapter 125 : The Awakening of the Masks 2

    AURÉLIEThe waiter enters, pushing his silver cart. Neutral smile, gaze that sees nothing, fixed on a point above our shoulder. The clinking of silverware, the whisper of fine porcelain on the marble tray. Then the smell. Fresh coffee, acrid and powerful. Warm butter, almost caramelized, sweet raspberry jam. The clean, comforting smell of toasted bread. It invades the room, attacks the other smell, the carnal, nocturnal one, gradually covering it. It's a physical relief. I can breathe again without my stomach heaving.Lorenzo has sat up, the sheet pulled up around his waist. He watches the scene, amused, his eyes still heavy, but a gleam of appetite shines there, directed at the golden croissants.When we are alone, I pour the coffee. Black, scalding, steaming. I hand him the cup. Our fingers brush. A spark, an electric contact that makes me inwardly flinch.— You thought of everything.He blows on the black liquid. His eyes are clear now, fully awake. They scrutinize me, but it's a s

  • Désiré Me 2   Chapter 124 : The Awakening of the Masks 1

    AURÉLIEThe suite door closes behind me with a dull, definitive click. The same sound as a few hours ago. But everything has changed.The air is thick, saturated. A smell of warm skin, dried sweat, sex, and soiled linen. Their night. My stomach twists, clenches to the point of nausea. The dawn light, golden and sharp, filters through the gaps in the curtains, striping the twilight and illuminating the dancing dust. It lights up the bed. A battlefield. Torn sheets, pillows thrown on the floor, blanket bunched at the foot of the mattress. A black silk stocking hangs, languid, from a corner of the nightstand, like a flag abandoned on a site of defeat.Lorenzo is there. Lying on his side, naked. Back turned. A mass of relaxed muscles, of golden skin. Strands of his dark hair stick to his damp nape. And I see the marks. Bright red streaks, parallel, on his right shoulder blade. Deep scratches, almost violent. The imprints of Béatrice's nails, the passionate clawing of a panther marking its

  • Désiré Me 2   Chapter 123 : The Whisper of the Sheets 2

    BéatriceThe word resonates strangely. Receptive. Not passionate, not ardent. Receptive. Like a receptacle. The thought flashes through my mind, burning and humiliating, and yet it fans the fire within me.He suddenly withdraws, leaving me empty, trembling, frustrated. Before I can protest, he lies down on his back.— Come here. I want to see you.I turn, unsteady. His eyes gleam in the twilight, fixed on me. I understand. I straddle him, taking my time, feeling every millimeter of his erection against me before sinking down. This position gives me an illusion of control. I place my hands on his chest, feel his heart pounding under my palms. And I begin to move. Slowly at first, in circles, seeking the angle that makes sparks flicker behind my eyelids. Then up and down, taking his full length, filling myself to the throat with each descent.He watches me, fascinated. His hands rest on my thighs, then rise to grasp my waist, helping me, guiding me. But I am leading the dance. I close m

  • Désiré Me 2   Chapter 122 : The Whisper of the Sheets

    BéatriceHis arms, as solid as oak beams, carry me out of the shower. My legs are like marshmallow, my head rests limply against his shoulder. The cool air of the bathroom, after the humid furnace, makes me shiver. He says nothing, his steps silent on the wet tile. He lays me down gently on the vast, unmade bed, on the rumpled silk sheets that still hold the warm imprint of our bodies and the acrid smell of our night's exertions.The dawn light, more forthright now, filters through the gaps in the curtains, striping the bedroom's twilight with pale gray blades. I can see him distinctly. Water beads on his tanned skin, on the tense muscles of his shoulders, on the dark down of his chest. He looks at me, lying before him, naked, offered, still trembling from the last aftershocks of my orgasm and the shock of the shower. His gaze is no longer questioning. It is inhabited, possessive. As if he has just conquered a contested territory and is marking its boundaries.He lies down next to me,

  • Désiré Me 2   Chapter 121 : Deep Waters 3

    BéatriceHe doesn't wait. There are no more preliminaries, no more slow exploration. He enters me in one powerful, deep surge, a movement that sweeps away all resistance, all thought. A hoarse cry escapes my throat, immediately captured by his mouth crashing onto mine. It's not a kiss. It's a taking of possession, a branding. His tongue invades my mouth with the same determined fervor, the same urgency as the rest of his body which begins to move.And he moves.It's different from earlier. Wilder, more urgent, more direct. Perhaps because of the setting – the cold tile, the scalding water, the vertical position giving a sensation of controlled fall. Perhaps because of the harsh light filtering through the curtain, making everything more real, more raw. The water sliding between us transforms each thrust into a multiplied, electric friction, both lubricating and exciting. He takes me with a brute force that should be painful, but only s

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    DianeHe doesn't answer with words. His answer is physical, total. He leans in, takes a breast in his mouth, his tongue and teeth attacking the nipple with a cruel precision that makes me cry out, a muffled sound he swallows with another kiss. His hands travel up my thighs, parting them, f

  • Désiré Me 2   Chapter 47 : The Wager 2

    DianeMy hands grip his shoulders, his arms, feeling the muscles contract under the smooth, damp skin. His hands travel over my back, my hips, with feverish impatience, move up to undo the clasp of my bra with an impatient gesture. The black silk fabric falls. The towel at his waist loosens, slips,

  • Désiré Me 2   Chapter 46 : The Wager 1

    DianeThe black Bentley is parked in front of the steps, gleaming under the light rain beginning to fall. An unexpected wave of warmth floods over me at the sight of it. Father is here. For a weekend, maybe two. That's a fact. It's a refuge. It's also, immediately, an opportunity igniting within me

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