Page 96 of A Touch of Charm
Thea felt a flush creep up her neck. His words and gaze made her feel both exposed and cherished. She reached for him and pulled him back to her. Their bodies pressed together, and the heat between them was almost unbearable.
Andre’s hands slid beneath her chemise, skimming over the smooth skin of her back before cupping her buttocks. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the examination table that doubled as a makeshift bed in his private moments of respite. He set her down gently, his hands never leaving her body.
Thea lay back, her hair fanning out around her like a halo. She watched as Andre shrugged off the rest of his clothes, the candlelight casting a golden glow on his bronzed skin. When he was finally as bare as she, he climbed onto the table, positioning himself above her.
Their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them. Andre kissed her again, his mouth claiming hers with a fierce tenderness that made her heartache. His hands caressed her skin, mapping every curve and dip, leaving no inch unexplored.
Thea’s breath came in shallow, staccato bursts as his lips traveled lower, worshipping her body with a devotion that left her trembling. He suckled her breasts, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peaks until she moaned, arching into his touch.
His hand slid between her thighs, finding her slick and ready. He teased her, his fingers dancing over her most intimate place, coaxing her pleasure higher and higher. Thea writhed beneath him, her body tightening with anticipation and need.
“Please, Andre,” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. “Show me how you feel.”
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He obliged, positioninghimself at her entrance.
“I don’t know how not to hurt you,” he said, frozen and looking down.
“I want to feel you all over,” Thea said, surprised at the urgency in her voice. She knew she was out of control, but she was so full of anticipation that she was both giddy with joy and quivering with excitement. Andre was perfect in every way that mattered, as a human being with a big heart, and she had no reservations about giving herself.
But what she didn’t anticipate was how much he could give her.
When he entered her, she felt a slight burn. He paused for an instant, but not too long. Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, filling her. Thea gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he moved within her. He was large and complex. Somehow, she hadn’t expected him to fit inside of her as he did, but she considered it for a moment, pressed her hips against his, and it felt right. Oh, so right! The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain, making her feel more alive than ever before.
The discomfort had subsided momentarily, and she felt their bodies meld into perfect harmony.
“Does it hurt?” Andre asked, concern etched on his face.
“You feel as good inside my body as in my heart,” Thea rasped.
Andre held Thea’s gaze, his words a tender caress. “Thea, you are the flame in my heart and the calm in my soul. With you, I’ve found the love I never knew I craved, but I do. You’ve become my light and the reason for every heartbeat.”
She inhaled at his words, unsure how to answer. He slid even more profoundly with the motion, and she arched her head back.
She felt her cheeks tighten, her brow furrow because nothing was left to say—they could only show each other how deep their love ran.
Andre set a steady rhythm, each stroke eliciting cries of pleasure from Thea. She matched his movements, meeting him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only that moment, that connection, that shared ecstasy.
As the tension built, Andre’s movements became more urgent, and his control slipped. Thea felt herself nearing the edge, the pressure mounting almost unbearable. They both shattered with a final, powerful thrust, the release crashing over them like a tidal wave.
Andre collapsed onto her, his breath hot against her neck. They lay there, tangled in each other, their hearts pounding in unison. Thea’s body hummed with the aftershocks of their lovemaking, a contented smile playing on her lips.
At that moment, she knew she was irrevocably his and he, hers. There was no going back, no denying the truth of what they had become together.
Andre lifted his head, his eyes soft and filled with a tenderness that melted her heart. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. “Thea,” he whispered, his voice a gentle caress. “I love you so very much.”
Tears welled in her eyes, not from sorrow but from his words’ overwhelming joy and certainty. She cupped his face, her thumb brushing over his lips. “I love you too, Andre,” she replied, her voice steady and sure. And she’d hold on to him forever.
Chapter Thirty-Four
A few hours later, at Cloverdale House…
“Go on,” Theawhispered and nudged Andre toward the door of his treatment room.
“I don’t even know your older brother,” Andre protested.
“You know, they’re four of them.”
