Page 16 of Heart of The Night

This wall, once a silent witness to our explosive chemistry, would now support our undeniable passion once again. But this time, things were different. Back then, our connection had been enigmatic. I remembered staring at him, wondering if he was the right one. Now, there was hardly a shadow of a doubt in my mind anymore.

As we stood on the precipice of repeating the past, it felt like a sacred ritual of sorts – a chance to retrace our steps with the wisdom of hindsight, to not merely relive the memory but to reclaim it. In doing so, we would acknowledge that our paths had always been destined to collide – that no matter what happened, no matter the detours, we would always find our way back to each other.

As I reached the wall, he turned me to face him. His light-blue eyes bore into mine, the intensity within them sending my heart into a frenzied beat. Slowly, deliberately, he pressed his firm body against mine, locking me between his warm strength and the solid coldness behind me. His gaze remained riveted on mine as his hands rose, cradling my head with a tenderness that stole my breath.

‘I’ve belonged to you,’ he murmured, his eyes taking a slow journey across my face, ‘since the moment you first graced this very spot.’ His voice dropped to an intimate whisper. ‘And I believe… I always will.’

I was stunned, a rush of emotion seizing my voice. My heart drummed furiously, pounding with the raw desire surging through my veins. I stared up at him, a maelstrom of thoughts whirling in my mind, yet words eluded me. I wanted to express the depth of my feelings, but my tongue was a traitor, remaining silent when I needed it most.

In the absence of words, I let my actions communicate what my voice could not. With a firm yet gentle grip on his jaw, I guided his face down to mine. Our lips met in a kiss that spoke volumes – of our shared past, our present intimacy, and the promise of a future together.

His tongue flicked across my lower lip, urging me to let him in as his fingers threaded through my hair, pulling me closer into the sweet torment of his masterful kiss. The taste, the feel, the scent of him – it was all-encompassing, and I revelled in the sensations. The world around us seemed to fade, leaving only the sounds of our intertwined breaths and our bodies moving against each other.

I circled his neck with my arms, pressing myself tighter against him, feeling the rapid march of his heart thumping against my chest. The intensity of our kiss grew, our tongues twirling in a heated dance that ignited my veins with molten craving. It felt like I was on the brink of combustion, and the layers of fabric separating our bodies felt suddenly unbearable. Clutching his T-shirt, I yanked it upward, yearning to touch the warmth of his skin.

He obliged, stripping off his T-shirt in one swift motion. My gaze was immediately drawn to his bare torso – the ripple of muscles across his chest and the eight distinct slabs underneath it. The inviting groove that ran down the centre of his abdomen beckoned, tempting me to explore it with my tongue, to taste the salt of his skin, to venture lower and lower until my mouth encased his hard dick. I swallowed at the thought. For some reason, we had always skipped that part; he had always entered me before I got the chance to lick him. I wanted to change that – I wanted to make him come in my mouth. I wanted to taste his release, taste the pleasure I could give him.

But William didn’t let me fantasise about it for long. His hand snaked around the nape of my neck, gently tilting my head back to expose my throat to his tender kisses. He trailed his tongue along the line of my jaw, reaching the shell of my ear where he whispered in a voice thick with desire, ‘J’aime être avec toi, et j’adore te faire l’amour. Tu es la femme de ma vie, Cara. Je n’aimerais que toi pour le restant de mes jours.’

It was the most seductive thing I had ever heard, and my body responded instinctively – I could feel the dampness pooling, saturating my thong and seeping onto my inner thighs. I didn’t understand the words he had spoken, but the sound alone set my libido ablaze.

‘Wow,’ I breathed, barely able to articulate. ‘Please tell me what you just said was as beautiful as it sounded.’

His low chuckle washed over my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. I shrank slightly at the exciting sensation.

‘It was,’ he said, his hand cupping my breast, fingers kneading the aching flesh.

I arched into his touch, inviting more. ‘And?’ My voice was barely a whisper.

He eased down the top of my dress, exposing my breasts and hardened nipples. ‘I’ll show you what it meant,’ he said, claiming my mouth with his once more, his fingers teasing the sensitive peaks.

A moan escaped me, slipping into his mouth as a sharp wave of pleasure coursed through me. I ran my hands over his broad shoulders, savouring the softness of his skin and the feel of his rippling muscles as he fondled me. His mouth trailed lower, tracing the thumping artery along my throat, then the ridge of my collarbone. I panted, raking my hands through his thick hair as his warm breath reached my peaked nipple. He flicked his forefinger across it, his eyes flitting to my face. I bit my lower lip, smiling, and arched my back further, inviting him to play some more with it.

A grin bloomed on his mouth. ‘You have no idea how much I love these,’ he said, squeezing my breasts. ‘They are perfection.’

‘You are,’ I said breathily, watching his grin widen even further, his eyes radiating affection.

Slowly, he lowered his head, letting his lips skim the hardened nipple before he engulfed it with his mouth, sucking harshly, eliciting another moan from my mouth. His warm tongue swirled around the peak, his teeth nibbling gently on it now and then, as he sank to his knees before me. Underneath the skirt of my dress, his warm hands caressed my thighs, sliding higher and higher. Reaching my thong, he hooked his fingers into it and pulled it down slowly. As soon as he had thrown it aside, his fingers were on my thighs again, gliding in and up toward my aching wetness.

My breath hitched as his thumb reached it, brushing across the sensitive lips.

‘Cara…’ He gave me a roguish grin. ‘You’re drenched.’

A laugh bubbled up from my throat at the reminder of what he had said the last time I stood here, soaked and craving him – only this time, he addressed me as Cara, not Sandra. I didn’t recall what I had replied, but I knew what I would say this time.

‘I always am when I’m with you. And who could blame me?’ I took his angular jaw between my palms, my fingers brushing across the stubble of his cheeks.

His smile became smug as he gently prised my legs further apart, then pulled them over his shoulders, effectively seating me against the wall. ‘Let’s make you even wetter.’ His gaze shifted to my glistening lips as he leaned in, his warm breath spreading over them. My thighs tensed with anticipation. Staring at him, I watched as he swept his tongue along my slit and heard him humming with delight.

I groaned with satisfaction, my body softening against his mouth. He eased back with a grin, his lips shining with my juices.

‘Honestly, the taste of you is the ultimate aphrodisiac,’ he said, running his fingers along the sensitive flesh. Drawing closer again, he took my inner lips into his mouth and sucked on them. I gaped, my eyes shooting wide at the sheer pleasure. No one had done that to me before. The tingles travelled directly to my clit, as if the nerves were interconnected. Maybe they were.

‘Oh my God,’ I gasped.

He did it again and again, and with each time, I longed for him to enter me even more. Somehow, the attention he gave my inner lips enhanced the feeling of his absence.

I pulled at his hair, trying to make him stop. ‘I need you inside me,’ I demanded. ‘Now.’

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