Page 16 of The Butcher

When we walked inside, the curtains to the windows were still parted, showing the Eiffel Tower lit up like a Christmas tree, the bank on the other side of the Seine illuminated by the lampposts.

In her heavy coat, she stared at the Eiffel Tower as if she’d never seen it before, her eyes reflecting the lights that shimmered from the base to the top.

I watched her appreciate something the rest of the French had forgotten, a historic landmark with eternal beauty. I got lost in my stare, savoring the way the light brought a distinct glow to her face. She didn’t inspect my chambers or care about their luxury. All she cared about was the view.

“I can’t see it from my apartment,” she explained. “Just the rotating searchlight when it hits the other buildings.”

“Where was your old place?”

“The 8th arrondissement—near the Four Seasons.”

She’d gone from a life of luxury to a one-bedroom apartment near a mall, but she didn’t complain about it. She chose the hard life over the easy one, and I respected the hell out of her for it.

I came up behind her and removed the heavy coat from her body, tossing it over the back of a chair before I pulled her against me, one arm locking in front of her shoulders while the other slipped underneath her shirt and rose up to her chest. I slipped my fingers under her bra, and I took one of her plump tits in my grasp. I squeezed it harder, felt her chest rise with the deep breath she took. I gripped the other one as I locked her against me, listening to her breathe and feeling her lean into me, her breaths starting off quiet before they rose in intensity.

My hand left north and headed south, traveling over her flat stomach, her pierced belly button, and inside the front of her jeans. I slipped my fingers under the soft fabric of her panties, felt the smooth skin over her pelvic bone, and I felt her inhale a sharp breath just because I touched her most erogenous spot.

I glided my fingers over it before I pressed into it hard, making her repeat the breath and the gasp. She grabbed on to the arm that was across her collarbone, and her nails dug into the flesh as she arched and pressed her back into my chest.

I continued to play with her clit as I tightened my grip over her shoulders, my lips pressed to her ear. “Look at the tower.” I rubbed her throbbing nub as I stared at the side of her face, seeing her eyes shut as she continued to writhe, her feet digging into the floor and pushing, squirming.

Her eyes opened and reflected the brilliant lights. Her breaths took on volume, becoming labored in their intensity, matching the way her body ground and rocked against me, her legs shaking as her feet continued to dig into the rug.

My grip kept her in place against me like a bird trapped in a cage, and I played with her little pussy, plunged a finger into her river before I smeared it over the nub that was on fire. I chose force over a gentle caress, and that made her whimper louder, made her breathe hard like she was getting fucked in the ass.

I knew she was almost there, the tide rising higher and almost covering the entire beach. With a little more, she would convulse against me, her nails drawing blood. When I had her where I wanted her, I pressed my lips near her ear. “Beg.”

She released a groan when she felt my fingers slide away from her aching channel.

“Beg me to fuck you.” I slipped my hand underneath her shirt again and squeezed her tit, her arousal wet on my fingertips, coating her nipple as I pinched it. The trail of moisture over her tummy glowed in the light.

So deep in the haze, she didn’t even try to fight it. She turned into my chest and lifted my shirt over my head before she locked her mouth on mine, rising on her tiptoes and tugging my neck down so she could reach my lips. She dug her fingers into my hair, and she hiked her leg up my hip like she wanted me to pick her up. “Fuck me.”

I lifted her into me, our mouths finally level, her mouth ravenous like a hungry wolf.

“Please, Bastien.” She cupped my cheek, and she kissed me like I meant the world to her, like a wife happy for her husband to come home after the war, like a woman who’d only loved one man all her life. “Fuck me, Bastien.” She said the words against my lips, barely pausing our kiss to speak. “Hard.”

I carried her to the bed and rolled on top of her.

“Please.” Her anxious fingers moved for my jeans like there was a gun to her head.

“Jesus.” I grabbed the back of her jeans and started to tug them off.

“Hurry,” she said, out of breath. She tugged my jeans and boxers down so my dick came free. “Come on.”

I growled in impatience, but fuck, I’d never wanted to fuck a woman more. I had been the one teasing her, but now she’d flipped the tables on me and I was none the wiser. I tugged her shoes and socks off before I got the jeans the rest of the way.

“Hurry up,” she said in the sexiest voice. “I can’t take this.” She writhed on the bed, kicking her feet to get everything free of her skin, a distinct glistening between her legs because she oozed from my touch. She pulled off her shirt and got the bra free, her beautiful hair a mess because she moved in such a rush.

My dick was exposed to the cold air, but it twitched with desperation. I finally kicked off my shoes and got my jeans the rest of the way off.

“I said hurry.”

“Fuck, woman.” I moved on top of her, and her thighs immediately opened to let me in. The insides of her knees gripped my torso and squeezed, and my dick found her slickness like it was locked on a target. I pushed through her entrance and sank in a single motion, flooded with enough arousal to fill the entire Seine. “Jesus…” I dug my fingers into her hair and fisted it.

She cupped my face and breathed against my lips, writhing and whimpering, her other hand hooked over the back of myshoulders. She released the deepest sigh of pleasure, packed with emotion, like my dick was the only thing that would bring her satisfaction. Then she said my name in the sexiest way, as a desperate sigh, the kind that made bumps appear on my arms and tightened my spine. “Bastien…”

I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes briefly, because damn, how was I supposed to last like this? When this fiery woman begged me, whispered my name over and over, dug her nails into my flesh like she’d never let me go. Every time I thrust, I wanted to come undone, this pussy too tight and slick for my hungry dick to handle. I always wore a condom during my rendezvous with regulars and my hookups with strangers, but for some reason, I skipped the protection with her. The sight of her pussy turned me into a hungry bear that wanted her honey all for myself. “Sweetheart, I can’t last like this…”

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