Vanquished (The Encounter #3)(36)

When my mouth captured one pebbled nipple and tugged it, she moaned my name. It was all I needed to hear, knowing her well enough to understand she was too aroused to stop me.

I kept on with my ministrations, solely focused on her breasts, purposely neglecting her pu**y. I wanted her to be over-stimulated before I did so.

Isobel took notice, releasing a frustrated sigh before her hips began gyrating on my thighs. Her hips were persistent as she slowly slid forward until her arousal felt the evident hardness of my manhood.

“Mon amour,” I groaned at the feeling of her heat. The impact, the sensation of it was unimaginable.

We weren’t even past foreplay, and I could feel my aching cock release a bead of moisture as Isobel accelerated her speed, gasping as she threw her head back while my mouth busied itself on her bosom. She was a sight to see, so enchanting as she panted, her cheeks all flushed as she continued trying to reach a release. When she was about to come, my thumb touched the soaked thong and rubbed my thumb against her clit, tipping her to the throes of her orgasm.

Hastily unzipping my trousers to free my cock, I couldn’t be bothered to take them off. I was desperate to be inside of her moistened heat.

She was still dazed and out of sorts from her coming, so it barely dawned on her that I was pushing her knickers to the side. The mushroomed tip of my head grazed her wet slit, but before I managed to slip inside her pu**y, I brought her lips against mine, frenziedly kissing her.

“Take my pain away …” I rasped out, aching. “Love me like you used to, Isobel,” I said, gripping her hips, pushing her down on my cock.

Her vaginal muscles tightened their grip around my girth, choking my cock as I pumped it harder, harsher, and she repeatedly moaned my name in ecstasy as she rode me.

“Agápi mou,” she said breathlessly before yelping a string of words in Greek as her breasts bounced in front of my face. Then she screamed in pleasure, coming apart as she orgasmed hard.

Since she had little energy left, I grabbed her hips, mercilessly f*cking her as hard as I could before reaching my own peak. My cock combusted in her pu**y, exploding ropey strings of my semen inside of her. I came so much I felt all of my energy drain out of me. We were both spent as she sagged against me with our foreheads touching, her eyes closed as we breathed each other in.

I was so overcome with happiness that I could literally die a happy man without complaint after experiencing such profound intensity.

“Je t’aime. Je t’aime. Je t’aime.” (I love you. I love you. I love you.)

She unmanned me. Even though this was momentary, my love was unconditional. I could have continued to hate her, bash her for her choices, but I didn’t. I had tried and failed miserably. Even after all of that, I would want her in a heartbeat. She was my absolute, my beginning and my ending.

I fought my battles wisely, and she was a losing one. There was no point in trying to fight it.

I loved her.

Simply her.

My Isobel. Forever. Again and again.





Chapter Eighteen


Isobel





He loves me, and he didn’t even care to hide it anymore. The confession was bittersweet, for I had longed to hear those words from his lips. I had dreamt it for so long that, when it became a reality, I was left in tears. A mixture of happiness and melancholy washed over me while I silently wept before falling asleep surrounded by his hands, his body, his warmth. I thought it was the closest thing to tasting heaven.

A few hours later, I woke up with my back against his chest, his hand secured across my abdomen. Shutting my eyes, I took a moment to remember this—the blissful feeling of waking up in his arms—saving it in my memory bank, knowing I would be leaving soon. I savored each passing second of his delicious warmth.

“Run away with me,” he croaked out against the side of my neck, making me momentarily still.

“I didn’t realize you were already up,” I shyly responded without turning back.

His fingers toyed around my stomach, teasing the skin with the pads of his fingers as he made aimless circles. I was ticklish, and his playful ministrations were setting my body on fire.

“I’ve been up. How can I fathom sleep when I could simply stare at you all night?” he whispered against my ear.

A shiver ran down my spine as I tried to comprehend his words, my wanton body already gleefully reacting to him.

“Hugo, I don’t know what you’re saying, so stop it,” I half groaned and moaned at the same time.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, what was he doing to me?

“I can’t think when you touch me like that.”

His husky laugh made me tingle in all the right places as he tightened his grip around me. “Isobel…” he drawled out as he slowly nipped my earlobe, “I’m serious … when I say run away with me.”

He wasn’t going to let that idea go.

Biting my lip, I gradually shifted to face him. The moment our eyes connected as the soft glow of the first morning rays of sunshine filtered through the French windows, I took a second to appreciate his dark features with his lazy hair, the half-smile, and the way he looked at me.

“You’re beautiful, Hugo,” I whispered. “But we can’t do that, and you know why … even though I don’t really know what happened in Paris.”

The smile instantly vanished, replaced by a grave expression. “Paris … What happened in Paris is the very reason I’m asking you to run away with me. We might have to keep on running for the rest of our lives, but we’ll be together, Isobel. I don’t care what you think you have with Julien. You don’t love him, or you wouldn’t have made love to me last night. You can’t keep fooling yourself, because you sure as hell didn’t fool me, not after that.”