Her toes curled from the impact. Goosebumps crawled all over her skin. She could feel him so deeply in places she hadn’t even known existed before. The pleasure was too exquisite for words. She was drowning in a tide of ecstasy.
Armand crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her with the ferocity of a beast, tongue thrusting into her mouth, mimicking the way his cock plundered her cunt, raining slam upon slam of harsh, savage, pistoning fucks on her.
She couldn’t do anything but surrender. Surrender to his domination. Surrender to the sinful sensation. The tight walls of her vagina clenched from the onslaught, hiccupping around his ravaging cock. He lunged, thrust, and slammed, fucking her as if he was blinded by his own lust. He tore his mouth off hers, growling, ranting a series of half-formed words, gasps, and murmurs that even without translation, she knew what he meant. He loved the way they mated as much as she did.
He pounded harder, making her gush more cream. The sound of their mating flesh was obscene, but it only fuelled her lust. The pleasure thickened. Her pussy was on fire. He hammered faster, nailing her to the door, each thrust a pure savagery, a man who abandoned his humanity and only followed his primal instinct, hammering her against the front door of her apartment. Belle clawed his shoulders, feeling desperate to grip onto something. He kissed her. He bit her. Marking her exposed flesh with his teeth as he battered his cock into her cunt over and over again. Belle couldn’t breathe. Her body tensed. The pleasure was too much, it was bordering on agony.
She screamed as she came. The climax was raw and powerful. Her heart wanted to burst from her chest. Her ears rang. The air around her thinned. She gasped, nails scratching across his back, thighs wrapping his waist in a fervent grip as she surrendered to the ultimate ecstasy.
She floated. Soared free.
Her body shook as her cunt clenched desperately around his still pistoning cock. Armand didn’t stop while she was climaxing. He still rained her with a torrent of primal fucks. Belle couldn’t take that much pleasure anymore. Just when she was about to ask Armand to stop, he slid his hand down to her clit and pinched her hardened bud.
“Come for me again,” he rasped. “Come hard.”
The combination of the way he battered her cunt with his cock and the almost-cruel pinching on her clit sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She climaxed again. She threw her head backward, hitting the door with a loud smack, baring her throat at him. She thrashed, writhing, gasping. Armand slammed into her so hard he knocked the breath out of her. He was also climaxing. His body shuddered and his harsh cry stormed to the ceilings.
His cock spasmed inside of her cunt, ejaculating. Belle shivered from the aftermath, marvelling at the wicked sensation as her cunt milked his cock dry.
It took a while before they both recovered from the climax. Armand nipped her lips. “You’re so beautiful.”
Belle snorted. “Yeah, right.”
“Don’t believe me?” Armand withdrew from her. His semen trailed down her thighs. He noticed and swept her off the floor. “Let me show you how beautiful you are. Where’s your bed?”
She was incredulous. “One cookie isn’t enough?”
“Ma belle Belle, I want the whole jar. We still have plenty of things to discuss. The bed is a comfortable place to talk things out.”
“Oh, man.”
Chapter Six
Hervé came to Belle’s office when she was about to wrap up her work for the day. He didn’t appear out of nowhere like the first time she saw him in Maison Plaisir. He’d actually had the courtesy to use the front door, attracting the attention of her co-workers as he sauntered to her cubicle. Belle wasn’t surprised. Maybe because he was the prince of fae and all, people around him were affected by his unsettling charm.
Armand had told her about their competition during the long talk last night. Neither he nor Hervé would back down until she chose. Belle thought the two of them were off their heads, but she figured eventually they’d get bored when they got to know the real her. From her experience, gorgeous guys never lasted. And since she couldn’t get rid of them, she might as well play along.
The receptionist followed Hervé like an enchanted mouse led by the song of the piper.
“Yes?” he asked.
She blushed profusely. “Sir, you don’t have an appointment…”
“That’s all right, Jane. He’s with me.” Belle nodded at the receptionist.
Jane stared at Hervé dreamily until the rings from Belle’s phone snapped her out of her trance. The receptionist hurriedly returned to her post.
Belle picked up the phone. It was her friend, Lisa, calling from her cubicle across the corridor.
“Who’s that delicious hunk?” Lisa demanded.
“Later.” Belle put the phone back onto the cradle and acknowledged Hervé. “Hey, there.” She studied him as he slipped into her cubicle. Hervé was dressed in casual clothes today. Blue jeans, faded denim jacket, and a simple white button-up shirt. Still. He looked positively heart wrenching. He could dress in rags and still stand up like a shining golden god among the ordinary people.
“Busy?” Hervé asked.
“No. I’m done for the day.”
With a swipe of his hand, Hervé produced a long stemmed red rose from his sleeve. “For you.”