Fifty Shades Of Red | Charles Leclerc

29. The Possibility Of Us

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Hailey's pov

I whimper against his mouth, taken aback by his actions but immediately respond to it, to his touch. Charles slightly bites my lower lip, making a moan escape from my mouth as my hands run through his messy hair, pulling him as close as possible to me.

"Charles." I say and he breaks the kiss apart, his forehead lying on top of mine "Are we still pretending?"

He shakes his head no.

"How do I know...that it's not just pretend?" I whisper, scared to let myself feel more for him than I already do, scared that he'll change his mind or the way he feels about me "That you're not pretending?"

Charles takes one of my hands and places it over his heart, his eyes never leaving mine "Can you feel how fast it's beating?" He asks and I feel his heart beating fast, like it's about to jump right out of his chest "This is all you."

There's nothing but sincerity in his eyes and it feels truly unreal to me that I have this much affect over him, that I make him feel the same ways that he makes me feel.

I crash my lips with his, not wanting to be far away from him any more seconds.

"I'm giving you one chance." He says out of breath, between kisses "To push me away."

I kiss him harder instead.

"I'm giving you a way out." Charles gently puts his hands on my waist, not knowing whether to go all the way or stop.

Everytime there was something about to happen between me and him, I've held back, but I can't do it anymore. Not having felt his touch for so long has been pure torture.

I'm done fighting it. I'm done fighting the possibility of us.

"I don't want it."

"What do you want?" He demands.

"You."

It only took one word from me for Charles to collide his lips back with mine and I immediately pull him towards me as I slowly walk backwards, until the back of my knees make contact with the bed. Charles pushes me softly on the bed and towers over me with his eyes filled with nothing but lust before leaning down eye-level with me.

"God, you are so beautiful." He says, and crawls on top of me, my back meeting the cold, white sheets as Charles cages me with his body, nowhere to escape. He starts by leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, getting me worked up as every kiss he leaves gets a little sweeter.

His shaky hands sneak under my shirt, drawing little circles on my waist. The way he kisses, the way he touches me...he seems to know what he's doing, he seems to know just the right ways to please me.

But I wish I knew the ways to please him too.

"Charles?" I whisper as he leaves little nibbles on my neck which are bound to turn into bruises tomorrow.

"Yes mon amour?" He stops to look at me "If you've changed your mind-"

"Can I touch you?" I ask shyly, my hands gripping on his shirt.

Charles smiles against my lips before kissing me.

"Never ask for permission to touch me." He takes off his shirt in a swift movement and then places my hands on his chest "I'm all yours."

I pull him by the neck, kissing him more eagerly this time as one of my hands runs down his back, his muscles clenching under my touch. As Charles lies in between my legs, I wrap them around his waist, pulling him closer to me, our bodies becoming one. I can feel every little touch combined with every little kiss as he presses hard against me, making him groan.