Free Web NovelChapter 43: Chapter 43
The pale golden light of morning filtered through the curtains when Fleur’s eyes fluttered open. Her entire body sang with a deep, delicious ache — the kind that came from being thoroughly and possessively claimed. Every muscle protested as she stirred, but the sharp awareness of time pressed at the edges of her consciousness.
She tried to move and found herself trapped.
A pair of muscular arms were banded around her waist, steel wrapped in warm skin, holding her flush against a hard chest. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
The memories of the night came rushing back — the fogged windows, the relentless pace, the way he’d growled her name like a prayer and a curse all at once. She wanted to bury her face in her hands, but those too were pinned beneath the massive beast who had devoured her through the dark hours.
Was this the same man who’d been bleeding from a gunshot wound and burning with silver fever just yesterday?
She wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen the wound with her own eyes, checked his temperature herself. The energy he’d shown last night was inhuman — even for a man in perfect health.
Her gaze lifted to his face.
Moon Goddess, he was beautiful.
Sleeping, he looked almost peaceful — the hard lines of his jaw softened, the perpetual furrow between his brows smoothed away. He held her like she was something precious, his arms locked around her even in sleep, possessive even in unconsciousness.
Six years had passed, and he’d only grown more striking. Time had chiseled him sharper, carved him into something more dangerous, more compelling.
Her face burned as she realized she was naked beneath the sheets, her body pressed against his equally bare skin. And then she realized with a jolt of panic — he was still inside her. Soft now, but there, a connection that hadn’t been broken even in sleep.
The contact made her want to burrow into his arms and never leave. But she knew this was temporary. A stolen moment. She had to go.
So she began to pull away.
"Sleep more." Christian’s voice was rough with sleep, his eyes still closed as he dragged her closer, pressing her face against his bare chest. His masculine scent flooded her senses — cedar and smoke and something wild, something wolfish that made her core throb despite every rational thought screaming at her to leave.
She swallowed hard. "We... we need to leave. The weather must have cleared by now."
Christian’s eyes cracked open, and he tilted his head down to look at her. "Good morning to you too." His voice was husky, warm. His finger hooked under her chin, lifting her face toward his.
She pressed her palm between their mouths.
His brow furrowed. "What’s wrong?"
"Christian, I need to get home. I haven’t spoken to my children since yesterday. They’ll be worried sick."
She bit her lip. The truth was, if they kissed now, if he touched her, she wouldn’t be able to resist. And she couldn’t afford to complicate this further.
But the twins — she’d tried to call last night after charging her phone, but the storm had knocked out the signal.
"Don’t worry." His voice was steady, reassuring. "I’ll arrange for you to talk to them right away."
Relief washed through her, warm and unexpected. They lay there in silence, eyes locked, the morning light painting soft shadows across the sheets. And then she felt it — his morning arousal, thick and pulsing, still nestled inside her. He’d never pulled out. The realization sent a rush of heat straight to her core.
She was wet again. Wanting again.
"Let me go." The words came out strangled.
"Do you want me to pull out?" His voice was pure tease as he rolled his hips, pressing deeper, filling her completely.
Fleur squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on her breathing, on anything but the maddening sensation of him inside her. It was futile. The need was already consuming her, her body betraying her with every slick, needy clench.
"We’ll... we’ll be late," she managed, her voice barely a whisper.
"I’ll be quick."
His mouth slammed against hers, and all her resistance crumbled. He rolled her onto her back, his hard body covering her soft curves, the weight of him exactly where she needed it.
"Eyes on me while I fuck you." The command was rough, primal, and her eyes snapped open to find him gazing down at her — lust and something softer, something unfamiliar, tangled together in his gaze.
He began to move. Hard. Deep. Ruthless.
Fleur lost herself in the relentless rhythm, her cries rising into screams she couldn’t contain. "Christian—" frёeωebɳovel.com
"That’s right, baby. Scream my name." His voice was smug, wolfish. "Louder."
He hooked his hands under her knees, spreading her wide, driving into her with a force that made the bed frame groan. It didn’t take long — she shattered around him, crying out his name as she came on his cock, waves of pleasure crashing through her.
He didn’t stop.
He kept thrusting, chasing his own release, not giving her a moment to recover from the mind-blowing orgasm. She gasped, begged him to slow down, but he didn’t relent until he buried himself deep and spilled inside her, his hot seed flooding her in thick, pulsing streams.
"Fuck, baby." His voice was wrecked. "You make me lose control like this. I never want to stop fucking you."
Her cheeks burned as his filthy words sank in. She liked it — dirty and raw and honest. It was wicked and shameful and impossibly hot.
"Let’s get you cleaned up." He pulled out slowly, and she winced, a soft moan escaping as her pussy ached from the intensity of their lovemaking.
He frowned. "Are you sore?"
His concern only deepened her blush. She looked away, biting her lip.
"And whose fault is that?" she muttered accusingly.
He chuckled, the sound low and warm. "I accept my mistake, sweetheart. Let me take care of you."
Fleur blinked at him. Christian Wayne, admitting fault? His voice was so gentle, so tender, it made her chest ache with the impossibility of it all.
Before she could overthink it, he carefully lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom. He ran a hot bath, maneuvering her into the water with a care that belied his size and strength, and slid in behind her, pulling her back against his chest.
