Page 232 of Sinful Desires
Then he slowed, breathing against my cheek.
“Now,” he murmured, “I have one last surprise.”
I nodded, dazed and glowing.
He turned and gestured to the field that stretched beyond us. “It’s all yours.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
He looked at me with a soft smile. “I bought seven acres of this field, baby. Your own lavender field.”
My mouth parted.
“You can do anything with it. Keep it as it is. Make oils, perfumes, shampoos. I don’t care. Whatever your heart wants. But also?—”
His hands slid down the back of my dress, fingers finding the zipper.
He pulled it slowly, letting the fabric fall from my shoulders until it slipped to the earth.
I stood there in nothing but white lace, the scent of lavender curling through the air.
“You can make one of your biggest desires come true,” he said against my neck.
His hand unclasped my bra. My nipples tightened under the cool air before the lace fell to the ground with a whisper.
Then my thong followed, and his lips trailed down my throat.
His fingers cupped me between my legs. I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder.
“Go,” he whispered. “But don’t let me catch you. Because if I do?…” His teeth brushed my ear. “I’ll fuck you so slow you’ll wish I never found you.”
I laughed, breathless and already aching, and ran—barefoot and naked, through the rows of lavender as the evening deepened around us.
Stars bled into the sky.
And behind me, my fiancé chased me through the field he’d given me.
Freedom and love filled my lungs as I screamed with laughter as he hunted me through the purple.
This time, no one was watching. There was no past, no grief, no cameras, no lies.
Just me and the man I loved who had saved me from myself.
My star in the darkness.
My protector.
Mon amour.
And my mind couldn’t help but go back to that night years ago, on my rooftop pool.
What’s your biggest desire?
To live, Scarlett.
What if mine is to die, Théo?
Now I wish I could go back.
