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Authors: Felicity Heaton
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fighting it, clawing back control over his emotions, seeking to distance himself. Why couldn’t he give in to what he wanted and take what he needed in order to heal at least his emotional pain?
She wouldn’t let him close himself off again. Not before he had surrendered completely to his desire and found some relief, a few brief minutes away from whatever haunted his soul. She wanted to give him that at least. Even if it was all she could give him.
She tiptoed, intent on kissing him. He beat her to it, swooping down and claiming her mouth with his. She opened to him completely, letting him have his way with her, encouraging him with soft moans as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.
His hands clutched her bottom, dragging her against him, and she closed her eyes and surrendered to him. She leaned into him as he lifted her, looping her arms around his neck and never breaking the kiss. His muscles flexed against her, sending a pleasant shiver tripping through her and deepening her desire. She wanted to touch him all over, every inch of him, and put him to memory. She wanted him to do the same to her, to caress and kiss her, to taste her and take her. She wanted to be his.
He settled her down on a red velvet chaise longue and covered her with his body. The weight of him against her was delicious and she couldn’t hold back the flood of desire that swept through her at the thought of him entering her, making love with her on the very set where erotic acts played out each night. She felt wicked and naughty, something she had never experienced before, and she liked it.
Antoine nuzzled her neck, devouring it with wet rough kisses, and leaned on one elbow above her. She moaned and arched into his hand as it covered her right breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple, teasing it to a hard peak. His answering groan against her throat was bliss.
He kissed downwards, palming her right breast as his mouth headed for her left. Sera wrapped her legs around his bare waist and buried her fingers in his thick brown hair, tangling it around them and clutching him to her. The first touch of his tongue on her sensitive nipple caused her to arch into him again, her head tipping up to press into the soft cushioned back of the seat. Her lips parted with her moan, legs tightening around him as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and rolled it between his teeth, adding a bite of pain to her pleasure.
“Antoine,” she breathed, lost to the world, a slave to the sensations he stirred in her. She pushed her breasts up further, eager for more, desperate to encourage him to give it to her. He groaned again and bit harder, sending a spark of pain shooting outwards over her body. The wake of it carried intense pleasure and she found herself silently begging him to do it again. He suckled instead, torturing her with the softness when she wanted it hard.
Before she could consider what she was doing, her hands had left his hair and she was raking her nails down his back.
Antoine growled and bucked against her, and rewarded her wickedness by clamping his teeth down hard on her nipple. Sera moaned so loudly that she was certain the whole theatre would have heard her.
Was it wrong that she wanted more?
Just as Antoine had teased her by being gentle in the aftermath of his first bite, she teased him, lightly running her hands over his back, feeling the soft shifting contours of his muscles and the harsh ridges of scar tissue. He growled again and squeezed her right nipple between his index finger and thumb. The shiver that exploded outwards from the hard bud tore another moan from her throat and she raked her nails down Antoine’s back again, clawing at him and driving him on. He didn’t need to be gentle with her. She enjoyed the pain as much as he did, loved the dark edge it gave to what was playing out between them.
He rocked his hips against her and she mewled, unsatisfied and annoyed by the way her underwear and his trousers dampened the
She wouldn’t let him close himself off again. Not before he had surrendered completely to his desire and found some relief, a few brief minutes away from whatever haunted his soul. She wanted to give him that at least. Even if it was all she could give him.
She tiptoed, intent on kissing him. He beat her to it, swooping down and claiming her mouth with his. She opened to him completely, letting him have his way with her, encouraging him with soft moans as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.
His hands clutched her bottom, dragging her against him, and she closed her eyes and surrendered to him. She leaned into him as he lifted her, looping her arms around his neck and never breaking the kiss. His muscles flexed against her, sending a pleasant shiver tripping through her and deepening her desire. She wanted to touch him all over, every inch of him, and put him to memory. She wanted him to do the same to her, to caress and kiss her, to taste her and take her. She wanted to be his.
He settled her down on a red velvet chaise longue and covered her with his body. The weight of him against her was delicious and she couldn’t hold back the flood of desire that swept through her at the thought of him entering her, making love with her on the very set where erotic acts played out each night. She felt wicked and naughty, something she had never experienced before, and she liked it.
Antoine nuzzled her neck, devouring it with wet rough kisses, and leaned on one elbow above her. She moaned and arched into his hand as it covered her right breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple, teasing it to a hard peak. His answering groan against her throat was bliss.
He kissed downwards, palming her right breast as his mouth headed for her left. Sera wrapped her legs around his bare waist and buried her fingers in his thick brown hair, tangling it around them and clutching him to her. The first touch of his tongue on her sensitive nipple caused her to arch into him again, her head tipping up to press into the soft cushioned back of the seat. Her lips parted with her moan, legs tightening around him as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and rolled it between his teeth, adding a bite of pain to her pleasure.
“Antoine,” she breathed, lost to the world, a slave to the sensations he stirred in her. She pushed her breasts up further, eager for more, desperate to encourage him to give it to her. He groaned again and bit harder, sending a spark of pain shooting outwards over her body. The wake of it carried intense pleasure and she found herself silently begging him to do it again. He suckled instead, torturing her with the softness when she wanted it hard.
Before she could consider what she was doing, her hands had left his hair and she was raking her nails down his back.
Antoine growled and bucked against her, and rewarded her wickedness by clamping his teeth down hard on her nipple. Sera moaned so loudly that she was certain the whole theatre would have heard her.
Was it wrong that she wanted more?
Just as Antoine had teased her by being gentle in the aftermath of his first bite, she teased him, lightly running her hands over his back, feeling the soft shifting contours of his muscles and the harsh ridges of scar tissue. He growled again and squeezed her right nipple between his index finger and thumb. The shiver that exploded outwards from the hard bud tore another moan from her throat and she raked her nails down Antoine’s back again, clawing at him and driving him on. He didn’t need to be gentle with her. She enjoyed the pain as much as he did, loved the dark edge it gave to what was playing out between them.
He rocked his hips against her and she mewled, unsatisfied and annoyed by the way her underwear and his trousers dampened the
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