Page 105 of Sinful Desires
My mouth crushed hers. Her arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders, and I didn’t fucking hesitate. I grabbed my cock, thick and already aching, and lifted her by the waist, dragging her down onto it hard. She winced, head tipping back, a shaky moan spilling from her lips. I caught her nipple with my tongue, then sucked it into my mouth.
“Ah, fuck, Théo?…?it hurts.”
My grip on her waist tightened. “Merde,beauté. You sore?”
She nodded against my mouth. “A bit,” she breathed, still sliding down my full length with a broken gasp. Her chest rose quickly, sweat beading at her collarbone. “You’re gonna cut me in half, I swear.”
I groaned, gripping her ass tighter in my hands. “Sorry, baby?…?but fuck, look at how perfectly it fits in you.”
She whimpered as she started to grind slowly against my pelvis, letting herself adjust, inch by inch. Her pussy squeezed me tight, and I groaned through gritted teeth.
I massaged her ass, dragging her hips in deeper. “You take itsofucking well, Scarlett.”
Her eyes met mine, heavy lidded and drowning in lust, but something softer flickered beneath it.
“You can go, soldier,” she murmured, her voice barely more than a breath. “But promise me one thing.”
I stilled, hands now gripping her waist, my cock buried deep inside her. “Anything for you, Miss Harper.”
She swallowed, throat tight, and her hands rose to cradle my face, trembling slightly. “Promise you’ll come back to me.”
Everything in me locked up.
Her eyes were filled withfear. The weakness she never showed anyone else. The part she hid from cameras and crowds. And she was giving it to me.
She was scared I would abandon her.
If only she knew I’d been watching her for three years. Never letting myself drift too far. Always close enough to step in. Close enough to burn.
She had no idea how many times I’d protected her. How many nights I’d saved her life.
She didn’t know how often I’d carried her home when she was too fucked up to walk. How many times I’d wiped her lips, brushed the hair from her face, tucked her in and watched her sleep just long enough to make sure she kept breathing. Shenever saw the cameras I’d disabled, the pills I’d flushed, the men I’d killed.
I should be grateful every bodyguard before me had been a useless fuck. Their failures had left cracks, and I’d slid through them like I was made for it.
She thought I’d just showed up one day and stayed, but I had always been there, watching her. I had killed countless people who had dared to try to hurt her. Paparazzi, stalkers, exes. No bodies. Had braided her hair in her sleep countless times, because I knew she liked it that way.
Scarlett Harper had been mine for three years, and I wouldneverlet her go.
I leaned in and kissed her, like I could carve the vow into her mouth.
“I promise, Scarlett.”
Then I grabbed her by the waist, flipped her onto her back, and drove into her hard, fucking her missionary. I needed her close. I needed her to feel everything I couldn’t say out loud.
Je suis amoureux de toi, Scarlett.
Her tits bounced against my chest with every thrust. Her nails raked down my back. Her pussy clenched so tight I nearly lost it.
We didn’t look away. Our mouths stayed locked, gasping into each other. I fucked her like I needed to burn myself into her.
She didn’t know this was the last time. Neither did I.
In the morning, I’d kiss her goodbye and walk out the door. Board my flight like I’d be back in two days. I would still smell her on my skin when I buckled into my seat.
And by the time the plane took off, I would already feel hollow.
I didn’t know then that I wouldn’t reallyseeScarlett Harper again for a whole fucking year.
