Page 193 of Sinful Desires
“What does that mean, soldier?”
He smiled down at me, his eyes never leaving mine. Then he pushed me onto the bed and was on top of me, thrusting inside as I yelped.
“You appeared,” he said low, voice broken, “a shooting star crossing the silence of my night?…?and since then, I live with my eyes raised to you.”
He whispered it against my throat, cock buried deep inside me, eyes locked on mine.
I gasped when he slammed deeper.
“You are the brightest star. The one who glows beyond all others. And now?…?now you’re near. A light the sky gave back to me.”
Thrust.
He gripped my thighs and pulled me closer, his chest over mine, his mouth hot and rough at my ear.
“I make no more wishes. You are here. In my arms. The one I thought would never fall for me.”
Thrust.
“Your skin tastes like brief eternity.”
Thrust.
“And my soul catches fire with your breath on me.”
Thrust.
“Inside your heart, I ache to be.”
My pussy clenched around him so tightly it dragged a groan straight from his chest. Then everything went dark. I had blacked out from mind-blowing dick and dirty French sonnets.
Multilingual orgasms were definitely not for the weak.
I cleared my throat as the fog of my dirty little secret faded before my eyes.
“Excited for the Oscars, Nic?”
“Honestly? Yeah. Last time I won for Supporting Actor. Now it’s Best Actor, and I’m up against Joaquin Phoenix and Brad Pitt. I’m so nervous, I’ve been rehearsing losing with grace in the mirror.”
Victoria flopped onto the bed beside us and grabbed a handful of popcorn.
“Have you already written your winning speech?” she asked.
“I’ve got three. Humble. Cocky. One where I cry and thank my babies.”
By babies he meant Tia and Tamera, his twin cats who had more attitude than most actors nominated that year.
He let out a quiet sigh, the kind that hung in the air a little too long.
“I wish I could mention Matthew in my speech. He deserves it. Without him, I don’t think I ever would’ve made it this far.”
My heart cracked for him.
I knew now what it meant to love in silence, to ache for someone you couldn’t touch in daylight. And the thought of never being able to claim it, never being able to say it out loud, felt unbearable.
“He is the love of my life, and I can’t even?…”
He let out a heavier sigh, and I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly.
