Page 45 of Daring to Love

“What?”

She gives me a lopsided smile.

“You heard me, Fin.”

The revelation throws me for a loop.

“My parents told me when I was fifteen,” she continues and crosses her legs on the barstool. She draws circles on the glass with her thumb and avoids my probing eyes. “It was a complete surprise to me, of course, but no drama ensued after I learned the truth. It just…made sense?” She tilts her head at me, her brows furled together. “I didn’t look like my parents at all, for one thing, and even though Maman adores the ballet, my talent didn’t come from her.” She shrugs as if it’s not important, but I know she’s only playing it cool for show.

“I’m sure it meant a great deal at the time.”

She nibbles on her lower lip, and I instantly want to tug it between my teeth, but I shake my head of the lust coursing through my veins. Now isn’t the time.

“It did, you’re right.”

“Did your parents know your biological parents?”

She nods as she purses her lips.

“Yes. And I want to tell you who it is, but if I do, I’m afraid it’ll wreak havoc with us, and I’m scared.”

Immediately, I turn off the stove and go to her and put my hand on her cheek, tipping up her chin with my thumb.

“Don’t be scared. Nothing you say will ever diminish the way I feel about you. I’m so fucking in love with you, Amelie, you’ll never lose me. I swear it.”

Her eyes turn round, and her mouth pops open in shock.

“Really?”

I nod, emotions clogging up my throat. I shuffle between her legs and press into her, silently telling her I need to be close to her.

“Say it again, please.”

“I love you. I think I fell for you the first time we met, only I didn’t want to admit it. I want you so fucking much to belong to me, because I’m yours, sweetheart.”

I don’t get out another word because her mouth is on mine, prying it open with her tongue. I groan and push my dick into her belly and tilt my head as I frame her face, ravaging her lips. I suck her tongue deeply, earning me a gasp as I feel her hands dig into my biceps. I ache for her, rock hard and burning up.

I wrench my mouth from hers and lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I turn to take her to my bedroom. Her moans fill my ears, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as her mouth attacks my neck, sucking and kissing my feverish skin.

My bed is too far away for what I want to do and instead, I turn to the dining room and put her on the table. We’re groaning, panting with lust and love as we undress each other, and I’m gasping for breath when her fingers free my cock from my jeans, her hand closing around it. I thrust into her hand as I move my mouth down her neck and close them around her rosy nipple still covered by her bra.

“Fin, oh,” she sighs, her thighs clinging to me. “I need you inside me. Show me how much you love me. Je t’aime, mon cœur.”

I turn wild as the words I’ve been craving to hear fall from her sweet mouth, and I release her nipple with a loud pop and lick at the swell of them, needing one more taste, before I yank the cups down to reveal the hard buds. I look deeply into her eyes, needing to see her desire shining back at me as I pull and rub at the tight peaks, and I’m not disappointed. The darkness of her dilated pupils spurs me on, and I look down to where her hand works at my cock.

“Harder,” I pant, groaning when she immediately does as I say. I won’t last long, but before I spill into her slick heat, I need more. “Put your feet on the table and spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

I shuffle closer, her hand still trapped between us, and bend to take her mouth. I reach for her pussy, swallowing her whimpers as I press my finger against her wet clit. I move down to her opening and put two of my digits inside, stretching her as I twist them, before I fuck her. The louder she moans, the harder I stroke her clit until the softness of it alerts me that she’s so close to coming.

Our coupling is rough around the edges, wild, and animalistic, and as wetness bursts from her, I can’t keep back any longer.

“Can I come inside?” I pant. “Fuck, I want to feel you bare.”

“Yes,” she presses her lips against my pulse point and removes her hand from my cock. “It’s safe.”

I don’t stop to think. I move on instincts alone as I put my hands on her hips and pull her to the edge of the table. Bending at the knees, I line up my cock at her entrance and keep our gazes locked as I push inside, and I almost spill my seed at once as her warmth engulfs my cock.

“Fuck. Me,” I groan. “You’re so fucking tight, and warm, and drenched.”