Not because of what he said. But because it felt real. Thoughtful. Intimate in a way I realized I desperately wanted.
He stood slowly, the mattress creaking beneath his weight. His bare feet padded across the rug, unhurried. And then he was in front of me, deliberately not touching me. Close enough to feel the heat rolling off him.
His eyes swept over me, reverent and filthy all at once. I didn’t shy away, just soaked it in as he brushed a piece of hair behind my ear, fingertips grazing my jaw.
“You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, his voice laden with raw desire. The words landed somewhere deep inside me, somewhere fragile. I swallowed hard, willing away the heat behind my eyes.
“Merci,” I said softly, meaning it more than I wanted to admit.
“Pasdequoi,” he murmured back, the phrase melting in his mouth as if he’d been born speaking it.
Something about this exchange lodged deep inside me—deeper than the sex, deeper than the bites, deeper than anything he could say in English. It was understanding. Respect. The rarest kind of intimacy.
He didn’t even know what it meant to me yet. He hadn’t just met me in the dark. He’d met me in my mother tongue. My roots. My soul. His eyes still hadn’t left mine, even as I stepped closer. The tension between us sparkedagain—electrifying, magnetic.
I wanted him to touch me.
I wanted to be the one to touch him first.
So I reached for him, fingers brushing his chest, his heart thudding steady beneath my palm.
“Still think I’m just a distraction?” I asked.
He didn’t answer.
He kissed me instead.
I hoistedAurélieover my shoulder with a swift motion, her surprised shriek dissolving into laughter that sent a pulse straight through my chest. The sound—raw, unrestrained—clawed at something deep inside me. I let her weight settle against me, the firmness of her naked body pressing in as I carried her towards the bed.
“Callum!” she gasped between giggles.
“Trust me?” I asked, already knowing she did by the way her nails dragged down my back, catching the skin still tender from earlier.
“Yes,” she breathed, though her voice still danced with mirth.
In one fluid motion, I tossed her onto the bed, and she bounced slightly, the infectious laugh that followed winding its way around my heart. God, I wanted to hear that sound every day—wanted to be the reason behind it.
“There it is,” I murmured, savoring the husky rise of her laugh. “Fucking addicted to that sound.”
“Since the first time I saw you on pit lane,” I admitted, sliding down her body with intent, “I’ve wanted to taste you, to hear the sounds you make when you come apart on my tongue.” She shivered beneath me, lighting a fire inside of me that could be only extinguished by having her again. My dick was pressing against my boxers so tightly, it was painful. Throbbing. Desperate to beinside her again.
Her brow lifted, mouth twitching like she couldn’t quite hold back her amusement—or anticipation. Fuck, she looked glorious this way: naked, bared to me, completely unashamed. “You should know that a man has never made me come by their mouth alone.”
I froze, speechless, then lifted my head to gape at her in horror. “What?”
She shrugged. “They never cared enough to follow through.”
There were so many things I could say in that moment, things that might make her feel self-conscious, when really it was the reflection of selfish lovers who didn’t give a shit about their partner’s pleasure.
“Is that a challenge,Dubois?” I asked, cocking a brow.
“If you think you’re up for it, Fraser, then I won’t complain.”
“Let me show you,” I murmured. I kissed her hard then, a promise sealed on her lips before trailing down her neck. Each sound she made, every hitch in her breath, steered me where I needed to go.
“Callum…” Her hands wound into my hair, urging me on as I descended past her stomach, her skin soft and warm beneath my lips.
I hovered at the apex of her thighs and drew in a breath, the scent of her already making my head spin. Intoxicating. AllAurélie. I exhaled a soft breath over her clit, satisfaction winding through me when her back arched off the bed. I did it again and she moaned, her grip in my hair tightening. So. Fucking. Responsive.
