Awakening Promise

Chapter 10

Promise arrived home late Saturday night. She had enjoyed her time with Antoine in New York but wondered if that was all it was. As she was heading up the stairs, her phone rang. She entered the living room and retrieved the receiver, "Hello."

"Hey, yourself, beautiful," Antoine said. "Feel like company tonight?" he asked.

"I don't know. It depends on who the visitor is. I just got in from a business trip and wanted to relax."

"Well, I know exactly what you need to have a good night's sleep and relieve any tension you may have left over from your flight.'

Before Promise could reply, Antoine said, "Open the door, beautiful. I need you."

Promise opened the door and laid the phone on the table in the hallway. Antoine advanced on her with sweet intent in his eyes. She backed up until she was against the wall, and then he was there. He got close and took her mouth with the hunger of a starving man. He growled low in his throat, and she opened her mouth to him. He started removing her clothes quickly.

He pulled her hands above her head and started kissing her throat and ear. "I want you, Promise. I want you with a deep hunger I can't begin to describe. I'm going to remove your clothes, then I'm going fuck you so hard that we both pass out. Will you let me do that for us?" he asked her huskily.

"Take me," came her breathy reply.

Antoine took off his clothes without looking away from her. He couldn't seem to get enough of touching her. As he stalked toward her, he lifted her body, wrapped her thick gorgeous legs around his body, and entered her in one long deep thrust. The feel of her wet and tight welcome had him thrusting into her with deep precision.

He wanted everything from her and was determined to have it all. Her hands were wreaking havoc on his senses. It felt like she was touching him everywhere, and he was wrapped up in her touch. He buckled once and couldn't hold back when she tightened her walls around him. He pressed her hard against the wall and went deeper still.

He had never felt such pure bliss inside a woman in all his life. He would give her one thing he had never given any other woman. "Come for me, baby. Come for me, baby. Oh, Promise, come for me," he chanted over and over. And when he couldn't hold out any longer, he yelled out her

name.

But he wasn't done as he continued to thrust and come, thrust and come inside her slick walls. God, she was his woman. She belonged to no one else but him. And he realized as she arched her back and screamed his name that he loved her. He loved her for her quiet strength, her kindness, her beauty, her fire, her will, and her openness.

She had so many qualities he couldn't name them all. But what he did know was that he wanted her love. Promise arched her back and screamed in pleasure when Antoine entered her. He was taking her standing up, and the ride was more than words could describe.

He felt hot and harrowing, touching uncharted territory inside her body. She knew she was scratching his back, but he felt so damn good. His animalistic way of taking her was turning her on more and more. With each thrust, he brought her closer to an incredible orgasm.

When she heard him calling for her to come for him, her body, of its own inclination, was responding to his demand. She felt him throbbing and pulsating inside her body, creating a wave of new sensations for her. Just when she thought she would combust from the fire of his possession, she climaxed, screaming his name. She slumped against the wall with her neck exposed.

And he started kissing her neck and collar, causing her to reach another orgasm just as she felt his hot seed touch her womb. He was magnificent, and she knew she loved this man as she looked into his smiling eyes.

Antoine gathered her in his arms, "Where is your room?"

"Upstairs, make a left; it is the last door at the end of the hall."

He carried her upstairs and laid her on the bed. He joined her, entwined their legs, and laid her head on his chest. Once they had gathered their breath, he knew they would make love again. He looked down at her and kissed her forehead, causing her to look up at him. The smile she bestowed upon him had his body preparing to feel her tight, warm core again.

Promise didn't know what completion felt like until Antoine had carried her upstairs and joined her in the bed. She was content and happy.

A well-satiated woman, and he was the reason. She looked up and smiled at him, immediately feeling her body readying for his possession. She realized only he could have this effect on her, and it was bittersweet. She knew she was only a momentary fling for him. But she had somehow fallen in love with the bad boy. The only decision she could make was to enjoy their time together because soon he would tire of her and move on.

That thought made her frown just a bit with sadness. As if sensing her mood, Antoine nudged her close. He began kissing her before taking her to paradise over and over again.

He finally snuggled her close to him and kissed her forehead before sleep finally claimed them both. Promise awakened and gently slid from Antoine's arms. She grabbed her robe and headed downstairs to start breakfast. She still couldn't believe she and Antoine had made love all night.

He was a man to be reckoned with in the bedroom. He had lived up to all of his hype and her fantasies. As she stood at the sink adding water to the kettle, Antoine approached her from behind. Placing a kiss on her neck, he greeted her.

"Good Morning, Beautiful."

"Something smells good."

"That's breakfast. Are you hungry?"

Pinning her to the counter, Antoine said, "I sure am."

He proceeded to remove her robe. He massaged her breast while sliding his other hand down her stomach to her wet honey patch. Promise leaned back against the counter because of the onslaught of pleasure Antoine was giving her. She realized she just couldn't get enough of this man. He knew every erogenous zone on her body. As she was falling into ecstasy, her phone rang.