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Chapter 13

Home Sweet Home

The plane ride was long and uneventful. I was grateful Christophe left me to my tumultuous thoughts as I wasn’t exactly good company. My mind was at war with the fact that I’d left behind everything that had mattered to me.

That everything being Celine.

She was headed with Darren to Los Angeles. A few years ago, Christophe had installed a sculpture he’d created specifically for Darren’s mansion. That sculpture had cost millions of dollars. How one piece of art could be so costly was beyond my comprehension. I’d need to see the thing in order to form my own opinion. That was one benefit of heading to France. Seeing my husband’s art. I believed it would give me another look into what made Christophe who he was. His parents, their deep love for one another, and how they’d cared for him must have had a great deal to do with his kind nature and sparkling personality.

Once we exited the plane in Paris, we entered a limo that took us through what Christophe called the 7th arrondissement, which I gathered was a specific area of Paris. I’m pretty sure my nose was glued to the window. I knew Paris was known as the City of Love, but this was exceptional. The buildings weren’t reaching for the sky the way they did in New York City or even Las Vegas. All of them were no more than a few stories tall.

Christophe explained that Parisians preferred to see the skyline and not muck up their landscape with buildings. There were rules about how high a building could reach, which I found fascinating. Every new street was as pretty as the one before, if not even better. Paris looked as though it had been created for a movie set and yet people walked the streets like normal, carrying shopping bags, parking cars, pushing strollers, and walking dogs.

“You see that there?” Christophe pointed out the window at an old, gothic-looking church. “That’s Notre Dame. It’s been there for over eight hundred years.”

“You lie!” I gasped, staring at the enormous building that had intricate carvings and uniquely shaped spires poking out the top. There were lines of people surrounding the building taking photos and slowly moving one at a time through its large double doors.

“ Non, mon coeur , I tell the truth. I will take you there if you’d like,” he offered.

I nodded avidly. “I would like. I want to see anything. Everything ,” I breathed, my eyes now spanning a river that ran parallel to the road. “And this river?”

“The Seine. A lot of famous artists have painted the river. We’ll take a dinner tour down it soon.”

“I would love that,” I babbled, pointing out the many obelisks and gold-painted structures. Christophe explained the ones he knew to me and promised we’d walk the Seine sometime in the future so we could take it all in.

“My new home city is more stunning than I ever thought it could be,” I blurted, sounding childlike even to my own ears.

He grinned, took my hand, and squeezed it. “This pleases me, Alana.”

I beamed back at him while continuing to ask questions about what I saw until the driver finally stopped at a black gate that opened inward. We traveled up a loose gravel driveway and stopped on a circular drive with a fountain in the center that sprayed water in delicate arcs in five directions.

“Home sweet home!” Christophe clapped joyously. “Come, come, mon amour .”

My love.

It was the first time he’d ever used that particular endearment. Excitement flooded my nerve endings making them tingle while my belly clenched with anticipation.

“ Merci, Christo .” I smiled, taking the hand he offered to help me out of the limo.

The home was massive. It could have been a small museum back in New York.

“This is where you live?” I gasped, my free hand going to my throat as I stared at the incredible estate. Green lawns surrounded the front half of the home which met up with tall trees pressed close together, which I assumed was to add privacy.

“This is where we live, cheri .” He tucked my hand to his elbow and led me up the front stairs. When we got to the door, he looped an arm around my back and the other behind my knees and lifted me until I was in a princess hold.

“Oomph!” I tipped my head back and laughed as he crossed the threshold with me in his arms.

“I know it’s an American tradition, but I’ve always wanted to do it one day with my own wife.” He beamed, his entire expression so happy the energy around him made even the air feel lighter, helping to lift my spirits. I chuckled as he put me down.

Feeling a bit giddy, I pushed up onto my toes and kissed him. It was our first kiss in the place where we’d build our lives. He cupped the back of my head and groaned as he flicked his tongue against the seam of my lips, requesting entry. I gave in to him immediately, sighing into his mouth, pressing our bodies together until there was no Alana and Christophe, it was just us merged, sharing an important moment in time together.

Eventually the kiss waned, and he backed away a few inches, his eyes taking in my entire face. “I’ll never forget the way you look now.”

“And how do I look?” I gently asked.

“Happy.”

I smiled and hugged him, pressing my cheek to his chest and listening to his heart beat melodically. It was nice and steady, just like the man it belonged to.

We held one another for a minute or two, soaking in the power of such an enormous change in both of our lives. He hadn’t intended to bring home a wife when he left for the States on holiday. And I surely hadn’t expected to be this excited to share my life with someone who was a stranger a week ago. But now, it just felt right.

Eventually Christophe took my hand and gave me a tour of some of the bottom level. The first space was a combined formal living and dining room. Both had an old-fashioned design to them that spoke to the history of the home.

“How long have you lived here?” I asked.

“Most of my life. I was raised in this house. My parents left it to me when they passed. Some things I’ve not changed, such as these rooms. Honestly, I always hoped I’d marry a beautiful young woman who could add her touch to our home.”

I pressed my lips together and looked down and away, feeling a bit shy.

He tapped my chin with a finger. “No hiding, cheri . This is your home now. Together we will make it ours.”

I shook my head.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I murmured.

“Tell me,” he encouraged. “There should be no secrets between us. No marriage can be successful if communication is lacking. Non ?”

I licked my lips and nodded. “No, you’re probably right. I just… You keep saying things that make me think you want forever with me, not just a few years.”

“I do want forever with you. What would give you the impression otherwise?” He frowned, his blissful expression dropping to one of concern.

“I…I… But the contract is for five years.”

He smiled. “Ah, I see. You are hung up on the details.” He waved a hand. “I married the woman I’m going to love forever. I wouldn’t have done it otherwise.”

“ Love … How can you say that? We’ve known one another a week.”

He shrugged. “My parents knew each other a single day before they agreed to marry. Just like us.” He grinned wide. “Well, not exactly like us.” His tone became playful.

I opened my mouth and then closed it. “Christo…the term is for five years,” I reminded him.

“ Oui . I was there when I signed.”

“So that would mean in five years we will probably get divorced and move on with our lives.” I said it and then immediately regretted it. My heart sank and sweat broke out against my hairline and underarms. Instantly, I felt grotesque and uncertain. The mere thought of ending things with Christophe put a sour taste in my mouth.

He once again lifted my chin until I was looking him straight in the eyes.

“Alana, I will show you love and devotion each and every day. I will support the things that bring you joy. I will make love to your body and be gentle with your soul. I will do all of this knowing that I never want to be without you. And if you still want to leave me in five years, that is to be your decision. I will respect it regardless if it shatters my heart into a million pieces. You are free in this life with me. I will never hold you back from pursuing all that you wish. I only hope that in time, you will fall as deeply in love with me as I have already with you.”

I couldn’t help my response.

I jumped him.

Leapt right into his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms circling his broad shoulders, and I planted my mouth onto his. I kissed him with everything I had in me. I left nothing behind. Giving all that I was, all that I would be, and all that I dreamed of being to him.

He took it willingly, kissing me with a ferocity and intensity that I hadn’t yet experienced. And then we were moving, up a set of stairs, down a long hall, and through a pair of double doors. It all passed by me in a blur of quick steps as I kissed, licked, and nipped at my husband’s neck and lips.

Before long, I was being laid down on a cloud of blankets.

Christophe’s eyes blazed with desire as he panted while hovering over me. “Are you sure?”

I reached out my arms, wanting his body pressing me into the comfortable bed. “I’ve never wanted anything more. Make love to me, husband.” I ran my fingers through his floppy dark layers, gliding my nails lightly over his scalp. “My Christo…”

His mouth came down to mine in an instant and he kissed me deeply. Arousal tore through my body and pooled between my thighs. My toes curled as his hands wandered up and over my aching breasts. He squeezed and molded them like clay as I arched into his touch.

He eased back and undid a few buttons of his dress shirt before tugging it up and over his head. The undershirt was much easier and was quickly tossed to the side. His toned chest had a sprinkling of black hair that I placed my hands on and ran my fingers through, testing the packed muscle beneath. His abdominals were slightly boxed yet still somewhat soft, showing he worked to keep a healthy fitness level, but it surely wasn’t priority over living life to its fullest. I’d experience his love of food and drink firsthand—something I too appreciated.

He toyed with the edge of my shirt, but I wasn’t having it. I reached down and ripped the item of clothing over my head. His eyes lit with delight as he stared down at my heaving, lace-covered chest. I thankfully happened to be wearing the black matching bra and panty set, giving me a bit of feminine pride and confidence in the package he unwrapped.

He traced the lace covering my breasts, teasing a finger beneath the fabric in an enticing manner. Then his face came down and kissed and licked along the fleshy globes, tugging down one cup to capture a dark nipple between his lips. I sighed as the pleasure became acute the longer he teased and sucked the peak, switching from one to the other, making sure both had equal play.

I was a mess of sensations and emotions. One minute sighing at each new bit of skin he touched, and then greedily clutching at him to come closer, to give me more.

Christophe acted as though he had all the time in the world, slowly unbuttoning my jeans and easing a hand between them and my panties to cup my bare sex.

I gasped and thrust my hips as he finally slid a finger inside me, his hand moving against the denim as he worked me up into a tizzy.

My mind scattered as I moved my legs, pressing against his hand movements as I held him to my breast, never wanting him to stop. I was eager to feel him go deeper, take me harder.

“Christo…” I whimpered. “I need you.”

He growled and sucked my nipple hard, making me cry out because it felt so good, as he removed his hand from between my legs.

“You are too tasty, Alana,” he said as he kissed his way down my ribcage, nipping at the sensitive skin around my belly button and then going lower.

He tugged off my pants and underwear and then slid his hands up my legs to my knees where he brazenly opened them wide, exposing my core to his greedy gaze. Before I could stop him or suggest he remove his pants, his mouth was on me.

I cried out at the alarming flush of wanton need that roared through me. My hands went to his head and tangled in his hair as a pleasure unlike anything I’d ever known sent all my nerve endings singing. He was voracious and attentive as he took me in this new, vulnerable manner. I gasped as he flattened his tongue and added just the right amount of pressure to my hot, swollen bundle of nerves, close to sending me soaring.

Everything was warm and soothing like slipping into an almost too-hot bath. His tongue dipped inside me as far as it could go, fluttering against oversensitive tissue. It was so far outside of anything I’d had before, I simply let myself go and relaxed into his capable hands. I rocked my hips with the thrusts of his tongue inside me the same way I wanted his cock. I breathed through the ecstasy and gripped his hair, trying to pull him away before I lost myself to the unbelievable feelings too soon.

I couldn’t hold back. He sucked my clit so hard I saw stars. Heat flooded my veins as the orgasm overtook me in convulsing waves of bliss.

“My god!” I called out as I gave in, and he took me to the place of no return.

I came hard against Christophe’s skillful mouth. He held on, hands cupping my rear and grinding me against his face carnally. He stayed with my body, moving along with my desperate thrusts until I was easing back down from the high and panting as though I’d run a marathon.

That’s when he stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes a brighter green than normal. I watched as he undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. I didn’t move an inch. Letting my legs stay wide open to his fiery gaze as he bent over to the side and reached into a drawer. He pulled out a prophylactic and held it between his fingers as he slid his boxers down, and I was greeted with the sight of his manhood.

He was slightly above average in size, nice and thick, with a glistening pearl of arousal coating the bulbous tip. He was uncut and had a neatly trimmed ring of dark curls around the base. It was quite possibly the nicest penis I’d seen, or perhaps I felt that way because it was his and I wanted it. Wanted to make him feel as blown away and breathless as he’d made me.

I moved to sit up and reach for his length when he shook his head.

“If you touch me, I’ll come.” His nostrils flared as his cock bobbed as if in agreement.

I smiled but kept my mouth shut as he took a minute to breathe and apply the condom before he ran his hands down the insides of my legs. He traced the scars marring my inner thighs with his thumbs but didn’t say anything, nor did he look at me with sadness in his eyes.

No, his expression was hungry . He even licked his lips as he reached higher and thumbed my sex, teasing my clit in dizzying, delicious circles once more.

I moaned and closed my eyes.

“Look at me, Alana. I want you to look at me when we become one this first time,” he said and then brought a knee to the bed, wedged his cock right where I needed him most, and slowly eased inside.

I gulped in air, the pressure of him so intense. He pushed in and out slowly, adding another inch as he went, making sure I’d adjusted to him and his size.

“So good,” I mewled, and ran my hand down his long back, loving the brush of his chest against the sensitive tips of my breasts.

He tucked a hand underneath me and across my back, his hand curling around my shoulder. His lips came down to mine as he plunged his tongue in to tangle with mine, thrusting deep and using his hold on my shoulder for leverage.

He grunted and planted his mouth at my neck, his pace gentle as he moved within me.

“Does this feel good enough for forever?” he whispered into my ear and moved so deeply inside I didn’t know where he started and I ended. All I knew was that I never wanted him to stop.

His words slowly weaved through my mind like a ray of golden sunshine, obliterating any darkness and shadows it found there.

“ Oui, mon amour . It is more than good enough for forever,” I whispered, meaning every word.

He doubled his pace, and together we raced to the peak of our releases and tumbled right over, holding one another close, being each other’s soft place to land.

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