"𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲."
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Elena's life is flipped upside down when her sister runs away on her wedding day and she is forced to marry her husband who despises her.
He hates her with...
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|Elena Beaumont|
"Open your mouth."
I pressed my back into the plain white wall with an arch sharp enough for him to loop his hand around my waist and grasp me closer.
Following his alluring eyes, I opened my mouth obediently, receiving his tongue for an intentionally slow but consumingly scalding duel with my tongue.
Xavier Conway was a gentle lover, hungry and passionate, but still skilled and cautious enough to communicate the non-sexual intimate part of our relationship, something deeper involving feelings that terrified me given he wasn't the man I was supposed to feel this attached to.
With one of his hands on my waist and the other framing my face, he had complete control over me, taking charge of the pace at which we made out.
I placed my hands flat on his chest, holding on to him and feeling as much of him as I possibly could.
He pressed his forehead into mine, breaking our lips apart to speak. "Missed you so fucking much I was going crazy. I needed to see you."
His voice was calm and sincere yet so full of a certain type of chaos I was familiar with, a dilemma and shielded panic of what tomorrow held.
"You always miss me," I commented quietly, gazing into his eyes. "You always do."
His thumb moved to softly brush against my bottom lip. "I do and I'm not ashamed of it."
His response was instant and sincere. I felt exactly the same way in a surreal way. Admitting it just hurt a little harder. Maybe that was why I chose to point out his desperation instead.
"I wish I didn't have to hide you—us—and I wish we didn't have to tiptoe around our feelings for each other."
He paused, holding me a little bit tighter. "I wish you were mine to love and give the world."
Wishful thoughts always left me overthinking over what-ifs and the trajectory my life could have taken if only I hadn't made the decisions I'd made in the past.
It hurt. It always did especially with how he treated me and offered me so much even in hiding.
I looped my hands around his neck, tipping his head to kiss him.
I hated how this was about all I could give him and use to hold him off from spiralling like I nearly was. What I felt for him was extremely hard to contain and I had a deep gut feeling he had it even worse.
Kissing him felt soft and heartfelt as I took my time tasting him and breathing him in. Only heaven knew how long this could last and while we had it, I needed to make the best of it. These were the memories I'd cherish for life.
We eventually broke away from each other and he let go of me. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up like that," he said, tucking my hair behind my ear.
