Chapter Twenty-­Seven

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Cecelia

A little after midnight, I peek out of the bathroom and spot Tobias in his black boxers, perched against the headboard where he's worked on his laptop since we came in from walking Beau. Shutting the door, I turn on the faucet and pull the box from beneath the bathroom cabinet where I tucked it away earlier. Tugging on the bow that binds it, I gather what I need and stuff it back beneath the sink before stripping and running juniper lotion over my skin. My nipples draw tight in anticipation as I redress, loading my toothbrush before scrubbing my teeth.

A thousand butterflies swirl in my stomach as I rinse my mouth and run my fingers through my hair. Checking my appearance one last time, I click off the light and open the door. Surveying him where he sits, I drink in every inch of his muscled body, pulse kicking up as my thirsty eyes devour him. His onyx hair is tousled. His sleek features are drawn tight in concentration as he types, intent on his task. His muscular forearms flex, lifting the pillow for a glimpse of the deeply etched V that starts at his hip. Wetness gathers between my legs as I linger in the doorway, growing thirstier by the second. It's only when I move to stand at the end of the bed that he pauses his fingers over the keys, slowly lifting his eyes from the screen to where I stand. A hundred emotions flit through his smoldering eyes before they blaze over the negligee he bought for me years ago.

My belly dips when he slowly closes his laptop as I stand in wait, skin buzzing, heart thundering, as he adjusts himself on the mattress with his fists, edging to the end of the bed. In seconds, I'm between his spread legs as he presses his forehead against my stomach, running it back and forth along the silky material.

"Cecelia." My name comes out strangled as he lifts his eyes to mine, setting my skin alight. Lifting his chin to rest on my stomach, he palms my calves in the gentlest of caresses before he slowly starts to work his way up.

"I was tempted so many times to throw it away," I confess on a whisper. "I did once or twice—the bow has a ketchup stain on it," I rasp out, his touch electrifying, sending goosebumps over my flesh, "but I never could bring myself to part with it." I pluck his hair as he gazes up at me, his hands slowly working their way up as his fingers ghost along the back of my thighs. "I used to sleep in it on hard nights and tell myself that maybe if I wore it..." I struggle with the memory, "maybe it would be the night you came back for me. It's... stupid, I know, but that's how much I missed you."

"Not stupid," he whispers hoarsely, sliding his palms over the curve of my ass to find me bare. A soft curse leaves him as he strokes my skin, spreading wildfire throughout my humming body.

"Soft," he murmurs, his palms lifting the material to bare me to him. "Sensual." He bends, running his tongue along my slit. "Delicate," he continues, repeating the words he seduced me with the first time he slipped the nightgown down my body. "Beautiful, so beautiful." He draws me forward with beckoning hands, tilting my hips as he sucks the whole top of my pussy with fervor. His dark lashes flutter closed as he spreads me with an explorative tongue, whispering it over my throbbing clit.

"Tobias." My needful moan fuels him, and he stands, gripping my face before crushing our mouths together. He licks into my mouth as I slide my palm down his muscled stomach. I match his thirsty licks, reaching into his boxers and grip his thick cock in my hand, rubbing the precum off the fat crown with my thumb.

His groan vibrates in my mouth as I squeeze him from root to tip. Hunger taking over, I break our kiss and drop to my knees, taking his boxers down as I go. Clawing his ass, I grip him firmly, flicking my eyes up to his before licking my lips and taking him to the back of my throat.

"Putain." Fuck. He fists my hair in an effort to control me as I go feral, taking him in deeper, choking on his girth as saliva dangles from my lips.

"Cecelia," he hisses as I suck his veined length to the thick head before again diving, my eyes never straying from his. It's when I start to leisurely explore, licking along the side of his massive shaft that he snaps and jerks me from my knees. In a flash, I'm pinned to the bed by his kiss alone as he dips his thick fingers between my thighs, stretching them to ready me. And in the next breath, he's on his back, lifting me easily before positioning me to straddle his face, his tongue plunging into me with meticulous licks as he grips my wrists, pinning them to the tops of my thighs.

Lust takes over as he devours me, his tongue assaulting while keeping me at his mercy. I feel every single thrust as he eats me, his groan vibrating my lower half before he finally releases my hands.

"Lift," he orders, and I do, tilting forward to prop on my palms on the mattress. He adjusts me to hover where he wants me before using his fingers and tongue until I'm trembling with the onslaught. He jackhammers his tongue against my clit, never stopping as his fingers probe, stretch, fuck. The build intensifies until I'm stuttering between begging and rapid breaths. He lifts his head to delve deeper, his black hair tickling my thighs before he sucks the whole of me between his lips, kissing my pussy just as thoroughly as he does my mouth before condemning me between torturous, relaxed licks.

"Dois-je te laisser aller?" Should I free you?

His breath hits my clit before he flattens his tongue along it, robbing me just as I start to crest .

"Tobias," I plea, grinding against his mouth for more friction, so close I can feel the early tremors of my orgasm. He gazes up at me, the hem of my negligee dancing along his face and neck, and I lift it to get a better view of him beneath me. His eyes hood as he circles his finger, nipping my clit before pulling away.

"Dois-je être indulgent?" Should I show you mercy?

Another tortuous lick as he runs a skilled finger along my G, and I cry out in frustration as he edges me. "Tu n'en as pas fait preuve envers moi." You've shown none toward me.

"Let me come," I hiss, ripping at his hair as he thrusts his tongue inside to replace his finger, cupping my ass to go deeper.

"Please," I beg as he runs his palm over my silk-covered breasts, molding and squeezing, his mouth working me into a frenzy until I'm wound so tight with need, I can hardly breathe.

His growl sounds a second before he closes his lips around my clit and sucks, and with the beckoning of his finger, I detonate. He grips my hips as I ride it out, running me back and forth along his heavenly mouth as I shatter, nearing a scream when I call his name. Soaked and shaking in the aftermath, he continues to lap me up until my high has partially subsided.

And then I'm on my back, as he groans against my mouth, his eyes demanding. Hovering, he parts my thighs with his palms, hitching my legs up high before running his thick head through my folds in a wicked taunt.

"Please."

My core aches with dire need as he teases me, massaging my clit with his crown until I'm writhing beneath him.

"Look at me," he commands. I lift my eyes to his molten depths as he drives into me with one earth-shattering thrust. My back bows as I gaze up at him, mouth parted, breath ripped from me just as his eyes close.

"Putain. Mon Dieu." Fuck. My God.

Choking from the invasion, my pussy pulses painfully, stretching around every inch of him just as his eyes flame open.

"Forgive me." He grips my throat, draws back, and mercilessly drives in again. I shout out as he tears through me with abandon, my thighs shaking as he pistons his hips and fucks me like I'm about to disappear.

Strokes unforgiving, I dig my nails into his chest as he lifts to his knees, pushing my thighs further apart, his gaze dipping to where we connect as he drives in again. I follow, becoming equally transfixed on the sight of us connecting.

"Ma chatte. Mon corps. Ma femme. Mon c?ur. Ma vie." My pussy. My body. My woman. My heart. My life.

His words tip me into a free fall, another orgasm paralyzing me, overpowering me until I burst into fast breaths with the rush. Rippling with aftershocks, he dips his head, kissing me frantically, thick lips brushing over every inch of exposed skin before he sucks my silk-covered breast into his mouth, pulling down the material to suck the other. He begins to shake above me, his kisses becoming frantic, his fucking just as hurried as if we're running out of time.

His chest glistens with a thin sheen of sweat as he ravages me, unrelenting, until I feel the shift, feel him falter. I kiss his Adam's apple as he swallows a grunt and scoops me beneath my arms to cup my shoulders, hands spread over my wings as our chests brush.

"I'm sorry," he croaks softly, slowing, gently rolling into me, capturing my mouth and thrusting his tongue to match his pace. It's then I taste the salt in his kiss, as desperate sounds begin to pour out of him. My eyes sting as I try my best to soothe him.

"Tobias," I murmur as he lowers his mouth peppering apologetic kisses along my neck.

"Je t'ai perdue," I lost you , he rasps out as he lifts his head, the rawness in his gaze grabs hold of me, fisting my heart so tightly I whimper at the loss of the last of the protection I held so dear. This isn't fucking or making love. It's the reunification of two souls ripped apart at the peak of discovery. And I know that's what he feels now as awareness flows between us and we again become one, leaving no trace any space existed .

We move together effortlessly as he trembles above me, gripping the edge of the mattress and rocking into me with deep thrusts—filling me again and again as he murmurs his love, his devotion, his apologies. I map his chest before running my fingers along his biceps. His eyes no longer search but probe deeper into me, navigating easily to the place inside only he is capable of reaching.

The renewed connection between us feels molecular, and it hurts as it heals. I'm certain that if God granted me only one minute of life on this earth, I would want it to be this minute, this moment with him, where I know exactly why I'm alive and who for.

Gazing up at the love of my life, I accept him fully back into his place in my heart, giving in to the one thing I've never had control of, and never will as long as his own heart beats.

Because it's mine.

"I love you," I murmur.

And with one last thrust and my whispered words, he comes.