Page 14 of Steal Me

"Just any other man—"

The sudden savageness of his tone makes me burn and tremble all at the same time.

"Can make you feel like this?"

His fingers slide inside of me as he speaks, and my entire world starts to shatter.

Non.

The answer is absolutely and painstakingly clear in the way my hips start rising on their own, my body helplessly responding to every thrust of his long and elegant fingers.

C'est impossible.

The way I'm now losing myself in the possessive heat of his gaze, and the way my folds have become so wet and swollen as his fingers push deeper and deeper into my core—

It's just plain impossible.

Even though it's only his touch that I have ever experienced, and I know this early on that no other man will even be able to come this close to me—there's no hiding from the truth.

Lui seul. Only him and no one else.

My husband alone can make me feel...

This full.

This helpless.

This...insane.

His thumb presses hard on that nub of flesh I myself have never touched, and my world finally shatters. I'm holding onto his shoulders for dear life, my nails digging into the panes of his back, but this second rush of pleasure is still too, too much for me to bear.

I think I may have screamed. Begged. I'm not quite sure, with darkness overcoming my vision.

Oh dear.

When I regain consciousness, I find myself cradled against my husband's chest, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. He's still fully dressed, still his usual devastating self...while I'm a mess of tangled hair, exposed breasts, and crumpled silk.

Quelle horreur.

I wish I didn't remember a thing. But instead, I remembereverything.And when I scramble up while trying to cover my nakedness—

My husband gently pulls my wrists down.

Ugh.

He wants his pound of flesh, and because not once hasMonsieur Le Dernierpretended to be a gentleman in his victories—

His gaze meets mine, and oh, the way those dark blue eyes of his gleam.

It annoys me to death.

"Well,ma petite?"

How softly he says the words, knowing that this will piss me off even more.

"Yes," I bite out. "I need to build my strength and stamina." I give him all the words he wants. I just want to get this over with.

"And?"

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