Sex with Lucien was a cross between the most sweeping romantic movie and the filthiest porn flick: he was feather gentle and filthy erotic all at the same time.
Kitty FrenchYou’re wasted on the occasional bout of missionary sex with a disinterested man.
Kitty FrenchI don’t love you,” he ground out, biting her lip.
Sophie wound her arms around his neck, her fingers in his hair as she kissed him gently. “I don’t love you either,” she whispered, holding him close and rocking the last ebbs of pleasure out of him. “I don’t love you either.
Theirs was a closeness that went way beyond physical proximity. She was under his skin. Moving closer to his heart.
He just didn’t know it yet, because no one else had ever found the pathway before.
I don’t want to feel this Sophie. Like I’ve led you on, or like I can’t be with anyone else. “
“Lucien, you said yourself that you don’t want to be with anyone else!”
“Yes, and you have no idea how much that fucks me off. Don’t you get it, Sophie? I don’t want these feelings, or these cravings.” He splayed his hand on his chest. “It’s not who I am.
You want me. And I’m here, now, saying I want you too, saying I love you, and I don’t know where the hell it’ll end up, but I’m brave enough to say that right now you’re my everything. You’ve opened my eyes, and my body, and my heart so much more than I knew existed, and you make me feel beautiful, and protected, and adored, and I don’t think you could do all of those things if you didn’t love me back.
Kitty FrenchYou said something to me” …
“I know” …
“Don’t say it again … Because I won’t say it back” …
“I know that too
I love every beautiful fucking inch of you, Sophie Black.
Kitty FrenchYou want me. And I’m here, now, saying I want you too, saying I love you, and I don’t know where the hell it’ll end up, but I’m brave enough to say that right now you’re my everything. You’ve opened my eyes, and my body, and my heart so much more than I knew existed, and you make me feel beautiful, and protected, and adored, and I don’t think you could do all of those things if you didn’t love me back.
Kitty FrenchYou asked me in Paris how many
women I'd loved. I said one. I should
have said two." He cupped her cheek,
his thumb rubbing over her bottom lip.
"As a child I loved my mother, and as a
man I love you.
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