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“I won’t. I swear. Now make me come, Adrien.”
“Your wish is my command.”
I cried out in pleasure as his fingers rammed in deeper. His lips wrapped around my clit and sucked….and I was done. My body convulsed over that metaphorical cliff, and I blissed out, soaring over the world, ears ringing, legs quivering.
“Ma rescapée. A toujours et à jamais à moi seul.” My survivor. Always and forever only mine.
From the bulge of a jewelry box in his jacket, I expected him to propose to me again. This time, I was going to say yes.
He didn’t. I was almost disappointed by that until he thrust back inside me with renewed vigor, pounding into me with all he had, my legs over his shoulders, his fingers thrumming my clit. I pitched into another orgasm, my eyes rolling back, just as he groaned loudly, and his cock jerked inside me.
Chapter 44
Allfourfacultymemberson the panel of judges applauded the end of Tessa’s violin solo performance of Bach’s “Chaconne.” Alone in the spotlight, she radiated. She was brilliant, all passion and soul when she lost herself to the music. I felt every note in my chest, and I knew that they all felt it too. There was no way they didn’t concede her admittance. She was a born musician and, in time, a composer of her own pieces. She deserved this, and she was going to get it, no matter what I had to do.
She bowed onstage, then exited stage right without any fanfare, humble to a fault when it came to her music.
The Lyon National High Conservatory director at my side slapped the back of the seat in front of him.
“Impressive.”
We sat in the dark at the back of the auditorium to avoid notice. As this was a one-time exception to the conservatory’s strict admittance regulations, I insisted he sit with me through her audition from the technical and theory examinations to herindividual performance. He needed to understand how crucial this was.
“So?” I asked him, needing confirmation.
“Wherever did you find her?”
“At a funeral when I was eleven,” I stated cooly, not seeing what difference that made. “Will you admit her or not?”
“Does she read braille music notations?”
“Not yet, but there are two months until the start of the term. She’ll learn.”
“She better.” He scratched at his beard. “I’ll allow her admittance, and we’ll accommodate her disability, but she will need to keep up. Otherwise, she won’t make it past the first semester.”
“She’ll surprise you.” As she did me, every day.
With my men and Erel standing guard, Alizé and Thibault—who’d driven over for the occasion—surrounded Tessa backstage, congratulating her amidst the flow of personnel working through final preparations and equipment review for tomorrow’s concert. She nodded at their praise, cheeks flushed, head down, while reverently laying her violin back in its case. Her fingers feathered over the instrument.
I imagined those fingers on me, remembering our lovemaking that morning, and feeling irrationally upset to share that touch with her violin. I shook my head. Here I was, jealous of a damn instrument, or perhaps those were my nerves acting up at what I was about to do before this coterie of people.
Her floral dress sleeked down her body to her knees in a mix of classy grace and sexy temptress. Her long braid of black and blonde strands rested over her shoulder, making me wish wewere anywhere but in public so I could wrap it around my fist and tug her to me.
“I made dinner reservations before we head back home,” I said, breaking up their huddle. It was at my favorite establishment for fine dining whenever I visited Lyon, something I craved to share with Tessa.
Tessa’s head popped up in my direction, something soft and reverent in her gaze.
“Then…I guess we’ll see you there,” Alizé said with a waggle of her brows and a hint of innuendo in her voice.
That only made the flush of Tessa’s cheeks grow darker. While my sister and brother pulled back, they didn’t leave completely. They hung back with the rest of our crew, watching as I took hold of the love of my life’s hands and got down on one knee. A hush went through the space, auditorium personnel freezing to watch, but I kept my eyes solely on the woman who held the power to crush my heart in her fist.
This morning, I felt a shift in the way she loved me, like she finally let herself fully go in our relationship. I knelt there, hopeful this was it.
“Persetta Iannelli, I love you. I have loved you for longer than I was willing to admit to myself. For years, I’ve felt like something was missing. There was a hole that nothing and no one could fill. It was eating me up and spreading its void like an infection. Until you came back into my life. Until you filled it and completed me. You mended what I didn’t know was broken. I’m not a good man, but for you, I will be the best man you could ever have. You’ve stolen such a large piece of my soul that I am, and forever will be, completely and utterly devoted to you.”
Her eyes glistened, and her lips parted on a shaky exhale.
“Over the past few weeks, I’ve gone and demanded your hand in marriage enough times that the words may sound routine. But today, I’m asking. Something you know I don’t do often.”
