Blaze (Virtues & Lies 3)

“Where’s your something blue?”

A dark manicured finger presses to my chest when she turns to face me. When I take a step back, Fleur peels the dress down her body to reveal her light blue silk and ivory lace lingerie.

The pastel colours look soft on her milky skin and a direct contrast with her dark hair and deep burgundy lipstick.

The woman is a siren. And fuck me, I’m happily drowning in her. Forever. Every fucking day of forever.

Working my belt loose, her cool hands make me shiver. As though she knows how close I am, she cups my bulge, licking across my nipple.

Christ, she’s so good at undoing me.

Kissing down my torso, she loosens my trousers, lowering herself to her knees as she works them down my legs, pushing my socks off as well. The feel of her nails raking up my legs is divine, and as she rises again, the flat of her tongue smooths up my shaft.

When she’s o

n her feet, I don’t waste time ridding her of the bra and silky knickers. Lifting her by her arse, I walk us into the shower.

She doesn’t close her eyes or blink as I step under the hot spray. Her stare holds mine, burning with need. Pressing her to the glass partition, I lick into her parted lips. A hand meanders down my chest and torso between us, and before I can take a single breath, she guides me inside her.

Her groan is pained at first, and her body stiffens in my hands while I slowly sink her over my cock.

“Fuck, Casper,” she gasps when I’m fully seated in her. Her eyes are wide, her hands clawing back up my chest.

I let her get used to me. Her pussy is so tight that even without friction, it’s got my dick pulsing.

Fleur cups my face with both of her hands, her legs hooking tighter around me as she grinds down on me.

“I missed you,” she breathes into my mouth. “You’re my home, and I missed you.”

I pull out slowly before easing back in. Again and again, until she’s vibrating in my hands, begging me to go deeper and faster.

When I don’t, her hands bear down on my shoulders as she seeks what she’s after.

“Please,” she begs when I prison her between the glass and my body, taking her hands and hoisting them over her head. “You don’t have to be gentle. I want you so deep I’ll feel you even when we’re done. Please…”

Her heels press to my arse, and the way her pussy clenches around me does it. I thrust harder. Deeper. Faster. Until her cries are hoarse and they’re getting so loud that I have to suck them into my lungs to mute them.

The harder I pump, the more she chases my strokes. Thrust for thrust. Measure for measure. Again and again.

“Oh God,” she calls out when I bottom out, driving home while she shatters around me.

Her pussy clenches and squeezes as I come deep inside her, her body greedily milking my cum right out of me until we’re both limp and boneless.

Dropping her hands, I hold her to me as I lower to the shower floor, my cock still inside her as I sit with her astride me.

I hold on to her. I hold on to my life force. And I won’t ever let her go.

Chapter 44

FLEUR

That was possibly the worst flight of my life. Grace spent all two plus hours crying. No matter how much I tried to soothe her, it was to no avail. Even Casper was beginning to get frustrated by the situation. It probably didn’t help that I was already in a foul mood after watching my father drive away in a nice Range this morning, but…

It’s all part of the plan.

I keep reminding myself. I know he won’t just disappear into oblivion. He’ll come back with some plan to get back at us, and it’ll be futile because we’re waiting for him. Still, it would’ve been nice to leave Spain knowing that he was properly taken care of.

Instead, we’re now playing a waiting game. A game that could cost more lives. That we could lose, even if we’re all hell-bent on winning. There’s no certainty right now.