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20| 𝑆 𝑊 𝐸 𝐸 𝑇 𝐻 𝐸 𝐴 𝑅 𝑇

CHAPTER 20

"love looks pretty on you"

<3

This is insane.

Strong, warm hands hold my hips down firmly against him. My own hands weaken and fall from their position on his broad shoulders down the hard muscles of his chest. He presses me down further onto his groin and I have to pull away as a soft sigh leaves my lips.

Vincent's movements suddenly come to a halt and his hands slowly come up to cup my face. He gently moves me away from him slightly as he leans back himself, "Do you feel the same?"

My eyebrows raise slightly at the question.

I open my mouth to respond but nothing comes out and I end up just blinking at him, stupidly. His face begins to fall a little at my silence but the words are caught in my throat like a huge lump. A jumbled and tangled mess of a confession that I wouldn't be able to communicate well enough.

I nodded, a bit too vigorously, but it was all I could manage.

Vincent's facial expression remains the same, but a sharp breath leaves his lips and his eyes hold a mixture of amusement and disbelief. He swallows thickly, moving his thumb slowly back and forth on my cheek.

"Words, Giselle," he commands, softly.

"Yes," I breathe out, a little too quickly.

"Good girl."

He moves one hand to cradle the back of my head while the other runs hesitantly down my waist back to my hip. He gently nudges my hips forward and down, rubbing my core right against him. I grope his shirt with shaky hands as he brings his face closer to mine.

My mind is completely blank. All I can focus on, all I can feel, is his hands on me, cradling me, caressing me. Up close I can see every pore, every stubble, every wrinkle in his handsome face. But my eyes flutter close, blocking my view as his lips press against mine again.

I am not sure if I am kissing him back correctly. My movements felt slow and unsure compared to his. I felt utterly inexperienced and in an attempt to move instead of just straddling him with my lips pursed against his, I tried to match his movements.

I sigh into the kiss, dreamily.

Have you ever felt like you were floating?

My hands move back up, still unsure of their movements, and thread themselves in his hair. My grip on his dark strands tighten as I feel the hand that was on the back on my head move back down to my hips. His large, veiny hands caress the lower half of me, guiding me closer to him, if it were even possible.

I feel his legs shift, opening a bit wider underneath me as he presses me down onto him, so I can feel him more, large and hard. And I do, even through the layers of clothing.