Page 54 of Whispered Desire

A sigh of relief warms my leg and causes my cock to jump at the brief heat. Her pretty mouth is so close, but as much as I’d love having her plump lips wrapped around my dick, now isn’t the time.

This is aboutherneeds.

What’s best for my Allie Angel will always be priority.

“After tomorrow, we’re heading to my chateau in Nice.” My hand tenderly strokes her loose curls, massaging her scalp as I relay the upcoming plan. I’ll confront Louis Petit in the morningthen be on the road for a relaxing vacation with my girl by the afternoon.

If everything goes smoothly.

“Why? I figured we’d immediately head home to start work on Luca’s father.”

An amused chuckle rumbles in my chest. My little revenge seeker. She fits in so well with me and the rest of the Blackchapel Bastards.

“Because we both need a break,” I say. “Though you’ve been away from Bailey and your family, you’ve been surrounded by the tension at the manor as we worked to build a case against my father. That ends tomorrow. We’ll relax for a few weeks, enjoy the peace of the chateau, before flying back to Boston to deal with Enzo D’Amora.”

Allie nuzzles deeper into my thigh and hums in agreement. Contentment sweeps across her cheeks as I continue my gentle stroking, lulling her into a peaceful headspace.

“Sounds perfect,” she murmurs.

Yes, it will be.

Time passes slowly in our secluded bubble. Marked by the rhythmic sweep of the Eiffel Tower's beacon across the walls and windows.

Eventually, her head lifts from my lap, and she slides her palm up my leg, slowly reaching for the clasp of my trousers.

Covering her smaller hand with mine, I shake my head. “You don’t have to do that, baby.”

“Please… I want to.”

How can I deny her?

I let go, and Allie carefully slips the button loose and pulls down the zipper before wrestling my cock free. Cherry lips circle the tip and gently suck, her head returning to its place on my thigh as she begins a leisurely rhythm.

Caressing her hair, I shudder at the sight of her tender submission. She’s so beautiful—whether it’s in a haute couture gown for the party or nothing but a tee like now—my woman is gorgeous from the inside out.

She gives and gives, never expecting anything in return, but I plan on granting her every desire.

Always.

CHAPTER THIRTY

ALLISON

There’s something soothing about sucking Mathias’s cock. The wide girth stretches my lips, and when the large head bumps the back of my throat, tears rise to the surface. By all accounts, it shouldn’t bring comfort.

Yet it does.

“You’re doing so well,mon petit ange.” The low timbre of his voice is a lullaby I could listen to on repeat. Deep and gravelly, it drowns out the static of my thoughts.

His thumb wipes away a stray tear, and I watch as he licks the salty droplet, moaning at the sensual act and causing his cock to pulse in my mouth. More pre-cum coats my tongue. The clean, male taste of him an aphrodisiac.

Increasing the hard pulls of my mouth, I cup his heavy balls and massage their velvety firmness. His muscles tense beneath my cheek, and I know he won’t last much longer.

My strong, controlled man except when it comes to me. I may never totally understand what I fulfill inside Mathias, but I know it's important. Vital. I hold as much power over him as he does over me.

Mathias grips the back of my head and groans as the first hot splashes of his release hit the back of my throat. I swallow what I can… until we reverse positions.

The ceiling barely blinks into view before a tongue lashes my clit, Mathias intent on evening the score with his face buried between my thighs.

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