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at him frankly, the fear of Lucien’s
wrath giving way to more basic emotions.
    “And it is you I think of every time his
mouth’s around my cock or his fist pumps me to completion,” he said
softly.
    Chloe waited for the lust showing in his eyes
to take over his actions. She expected him to rip at her clothes
and leave bruises on her pale skin as Lucien so often did. So when
he touched his lips gently to hers, it took her by surprise.
    His mouth roamed over hers lazily, savoring
the unique flavor. He drifted upward and paid the same attention to
her eyelids, nose and cheeks, worshipping her. Chloe reveled in the
attention. When she tried to touch him, to undress him, he stopped
her hands and continued his gentle assault to her body.
    “I don’t want this to end before I’ve barely
started,” he said in explanation to her surprised look. “Let me
love you for a while.”
    He led her towards the bed he’d shared so
many nights with Lucien. The sheets were dark blue this time and
silky soft against her skin as he laid her back against the covers.
Her dress and undergarments were carefully removed until she lay
naked on the bed in front of him—a goddess rising from the deepest
part of the ocean. Enticing. Enchanting.
    His hands and lips touched every part of her
body until she was writhing beneath him in desperation, and when
his tongue delved into her secret place and caressed the swollen
nub of her womanhood, she was lost to him. She opened herself to
him with no reservations as he lapped at her pussy, fed on her
juices. And when she cried out, it was Antoine’s name she was
finally able to speak.
     
    Antoine was enraptured by the woman splayed
before him, so completely lost to her pleasure. Her beauty was
astonishing and her taste was sweet on his lips, but his cock was
straining against the buttons of his trousers, and he knew he had
to end the sweet torture.
    He discarded his clothes quickly and came
back to her on the bed, where she looked at him out of half closed
eyes that were lazy with satisfaction. She opened her arms to him
and he fitted his body against hers, wondering when the last time
was that he felt so attuned to another. Their bodies melded
together perfectly and he closed his mouth around her plump breast,
laving the nipple and drawing out their pleasure a little
longer.
    “Now, Antoine,” Chloe demanded. “I can’t wait
any longer.”
    “No, Chére . Nor can I.”
    His cock was thick and hung full between his
thighs as he prodded her entrance. Her gasps were like music to his
ears, and when he pushed all the way inside of her, he felt as if
he’d finally come home. He moved slowly, drawing out each sigh and
moan of pleasure. Sweat beaded on his brow and his breath began to
labor, but he kept himself in check, waiting for her to find her
own release before he sought his.
    “Oh, God. Antoine,” she moaned as her hips
rose and fell in tandem with his thrusts.
    Her legs were like a vise around his hips and
her nails sunk into his shoulders as she arched against him,
desperate for release. Her cries grew louder and her movements more
abandoned until Antoine felt the spasms begin around his cock,
starting softly and then milking him tighter and tighter until he
couldn’t hold back any longer.
    “I’m coming,” he said against her ear.
    “Yesssss!”
    He thrust hard—one, two, three times—and he
felt the come boil in his balls and shoot from his cock in thick
spurts, coating her insides and causing her to have another small
orgasm. He shuddered against her one last time and dropped his head
to the hollow of her throat, panting for breath. Her body was lax
beneath his and her eyes closed, so he rolled them both to the
side, careful not to dislodge his softening penis from her sheath.
They both fell into a satisfied sleep.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    Chloe awoke surrounded by warm water and
wrapped in aroused male.
    Antoine had carried her to the bath and
already soaped her body by the