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"Then what do you want from me?" I asked a question I'd never asked anyone; never gave anyone that kind of right to me.
"Be with me."
Fuck!
"Don't leave me."
I nodded, speechless.
"And don't use me."
I leaned my forehead against her. "I promise,ma douce. I'll always be there with you and for you, and I'llneveruse you."
I couldn't believe it. She didn't expect love from me or even the words; what she expected was decency and respect. For a man who had arranged his life so he bought sex, this woman had turned everything upside down.
I vowed never to fail her.
I kissed her because I wanted to taste those three words she'd given me. I wanted toclaimthem, her. She wasmine. She loved me. She'd never said those words, I was certain to any man but me.
Or had she? I pushed the thought aside. I wouldn’t let my doubts ruin this moment—this rare, untainted moment with a woman who loved me, even knowing I didn’t love her and maybe never could.
I kissed her gently, almost reverently, my tongue invading her mouth. She was my sweetest conquest. My hands gripped her ass, lifted her, and she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist. Without breaking the kiss, I took her to our bed. I watched her lying on her feminine pale pink and cream sheets—and she looked a vision.
I moved over her and kissed her again. Her hands were in my hair, her moans urging me on. I broke our kiss to trailed my lips over her neck. I nuzzled down to her gorgeous breasts, which had grown in size, preparing for her to breastfeed our child. I sucked a nipple, making her arch. Her breasts were more sensitive, and sometimes I could make her come by just playing with them. I squeezed her other breast, and she moaned.
"Fuck, baby." I trailed a hand to her pussy. She was wet. And suddenly, I couldn't wait. I worked my way down her body, kissing her swollen belly, loving her cries, her hands in my hair, demanding that I give her releasenow.
I gently licked her clit before circling my tongue around it, suckling it, loving how each time her body jolted, she calledmy namein that cute French accent of hers.
"Duncan."
"I want you to come around my cock," I said, my breath ragged, an urgency inside of me that I didn't understand because this wasn't just sex; but then with her it had never beenjustanything.
I covered her body with mine and kissed her again, soft, slow. I shifted, so my cock was at her entrance. I could feel her heat, feel her hips move restlessly, demanding that I enter her, take her.
As our tongues tangled, I pushed into her slowly until we were both panting, wanting more.
"Tell me," I groaned as I moved within her.
She arched her hips, and I rammed into her, balls deep.
"Tell me," I demanded.
She looked at me, her eyes wide with arousal and something else that I suspected waslove, which I knew I didn't deserve, but like hell, I would not take it.
"Je t'aime, Duncan."
And just like that, she gave me more, when she gave me those precious words inherlanguage.
I lost control, hammered into her, and asked her to keep telling me that she loved me. I didn’t know where this need to hear her say she loved me came from. All I knew was I didn’t care why—it had become a hunger. She’d said it once, and now I wanted to hear it again and again.
As I claimed her, I realized as we came together, Elsa had claimed me as well. I may distrust her. I may not love her. But I was hers just as she was mine.
Chapter 19
Elsa
Istood in front of the mirror, trying to calm my racing heart. The soft fabric of the boho chic dress Angelique had picked out for me brushed against my skin. It was a beautiful, flowing gown in shades of earthy green and soft gold, with intricate embroidery along the neckline and hem. The material was light and airy, perfect for my growing belly, which was now unmistakably rounded at nearly four and a half months.
