Page 54 of Misconducts & Temptation

She moaned softly against my lips, a sound that sent a jolt of desire through me. I kissed her harder, more passionately, savoring every moment of this unexpected connection.

Her hands slid up to cup my face, pulling me even closer as if she couldn’t get enough. I felt like I was drowning in her—each kiss deeper than the last, each touch igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t control. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just Elodie and me in this moment of pure passion and vulnerability.

We finally broke apart for air, our foreheads resting against each other’s as we panted heavily. Her eyes were dark with desire and something else—something unspoken but understood between us.

For once in my life, I didn’t feel alone or controlled. With Elodie in my arms, everything felt right.

Stupid.

Fucking stupid.

I shouldn't feel that way, but…

I took a step back, my eyes locked onto hers. Elodie’s breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly. My hands moved to the delicate buttons of her wedding dress, each one slipping through its loop with a soft pop. The fabric loosened, revealing the smooth skin of her shoulders and the delicate curve of her collarbone.

I pulled the dress down slowly, letting it pool at her feet. The sight of her in just her bra and underwear sent a jolt through me. Her skin was flawless, almost glowing in the soft light of the room. She stood there, vulnerable yet strong, her green eyes never leaving mine.

Reaching behind her, I unclasped her bra with practiced ease. It fell away, exposing her breasts—full and perfectly shaped, with rosy nipples that hardened in the cool air. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, but I gently stopped her, placing my hands on hers and lowering them to her sides.

“Don’t,” I whispered.

Her breath hitched as she complied, standing fully exposed before me. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and slid them down, leaving her completely naked.

I took a step back to take it all in. Elodie was breathtaking—more than stunning. That word didn't even begin to accurately describe her. Her body was a perfect blend of softness and strength, every curve accentuated by the play of shadows and light. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, like polished ivory. Her legs were long and toned, leading up to hips that flared beautifully.

“Perfect,” I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away.

“What?” she asked nervously, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re perfect,” I repeated softly.

Her eyes widened slightly at my words, a mix of disbelief and something else—something warmer—flickering across her face. She didn’t say anything more; she didn’t need to. The look in her eyes said it all.

She was mine.

I kissed her again, hungrily this time. Our mouths collided with a fervor that left no room for hesitation. Her lips parted under mine, and I took the invitation, deepening the kiss until I could taste every bit of her sweetness.

My hands traced her curves, fingers gliding over the smooth expanse of her skin. Each touch felt electric, sending shivers through both of us. I wanted to memorize every inch of her, to commit her to memory in a way that words never could.

My lips left hers and traveled to her throat. I left a trail of kisses down her neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath my mouth. Her skin was warm and soft, yielding under my touch. When I reached the hollow of her throat, I lingered there, sucking gently on the delicate skin until I knew a mark would form.

I pulled away slightly to admire my handiwork—a small, dark mark already blooming on her neck. It sent a thrill through me to see it there, a visible claim that she was mine. The thought made my cock twitch with desire.

She looked at me with wide eyes. There was uncertainty, but there was also a need reflected in their depths.

But that mark on her neck… it did something to me. Seeing it there stirred something primal inside me.

Mine.

The word echoed in my mind as I leaned back in, kissing along her collarbone and relishing the way she trembled under my touch.

I kept my eyes on her, my gaze locked onto hers as I cupped her breast. The softness beneath my hand sent a jolt of desire straight to my core. Her gasp filled the room, and she instinctively arched into me, pressing herself closer.

"You like that?" I asked, my voice low and rough.

She nodded, her eyes half-closed.

"I want to hear you," I murmured, leaning in closer. "Tell me."

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