Chapter 123: The intense, intimate night

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Chapter 123: The intense, intimate night What began as a soft kiss ignited instantly, spiraling into urgency and need, like something inside them both had snapped. Anne tensed for just a second, startled by the raw passion, then melted into him, her arms slipping around his neck, her body pressing against his. The sweetness between them gave way to something wilder, hotter, uncontainable. Augustine kissed her deeper, his hands threading through her hair, pulling her closer as if he couldn’t bear even a sliver of space between them. Every touch, every kiss was a silent cry: "Stay with me. Feel this. Say that you want me." "I want you," Anne breathed, her lips trembling against his mouth. That was all he needed. Without breaking the kiss, Augustine lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom, as if nothing else in the world mattered but the fire that had ignited between them. There was no space left for thought—only sensation. As they reached the edge of the bed, his hands explored her body with a fierce, unfiltered hunger. There was nothing hesitant in his touch—it was bold, commanding. His fingers slid down her spine, skimmed the dip of her waist, then traced upward to the center of her chest, deftly working at the buttons of her blouse. Their clothes fell away with an urgency born of burning need. Anne flushed as her body was revealed to him. Augustine stilled, eyes sweeping over her. "So beautiful," he murmured, his thumbs gliding over her sensitive peaks before giving a firm, lingering pinch. Anne’s back arched instinctively, every nerve igniting under his touch. A tremor rippled through her as soft, breathy whimpers spilled from her lips. Each caress, each purposeful glide of his hands stoked a fire deep within her. Her lashes fluttered, and when she opened her eyes, they locked with his. The raw intensity in Augustine’s gaze stole her breath—a storm of desire barely held in check. He leaned down, capturing her lips again while his hands roamed freely, leaving trails of heat in their wake. The overwhelming sensation made her gasp, her nails lightly scratching down his back in desperate need. She wasn’t satisfied with kisses or teasing touches. She needed more—needed all of him, but her voice faltered under the weight of desire. All she could manage was a whispered plea. "Augustine..." Augustine pulled back slightly as he looked deeply into her eyes. He could read the longing in them, but he wasn’t going to give in—not yet. "Tell me." His voice dropped to a rasp. "What do you want from me? Say it." Anne met his eyes—her breath shallow, her lips parted. Her heart pounded so hard it echoed in her ears. She felt like she was standing at the edge of something vast, something that would change everything. "I want you inside me," she whispered, her words trembling but sure. Augustine’s control snapped. His gaze darkened further as he let out a groan and devoured her lips fervently. Then, he entered her. Anne gasped—her body instinctively arching to meet his, a rush of sensation crashing over her like a tidal wave. The feeling was so intense it nearly stole her breath. Her eyes fluttered closed as the initial jolt of sensation gave way to a consuming heat that spread through her limbs. Every nerve lit up, every sense heightened. Her body responded before her mind could catch up—welcoming him, clinging to him, needing him. She felt alive as though the fire he had stoked inside her had finally found its release. Her moan was soft at first, but it grew richer, deeper with each thrust. Her legs wrapped around him, and her arms clung tightly. She was swept into a current she couldn’t and didn’t want to fight. Augustine held nothing back. His breath grew ragged, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusted inside her urgently, rapidly. Every soft sound from Anne, every arch of her body, drove him closer to the edge. Anne’s breath caught in her throat as wave after wave of pleasure hit her, leaving her trembling under the weight of it all. "Augustine..." Anne cried out. Fingers tangled in his hair, her body surrendered to the overwhelming tide that swept her under and lifted her all at once. She felt weightless, undone, and yet more complete than ever. The sound of his name on her lips was all it took. Augustine’s control fractured. A low, primal groan escaped him as he reached his peak, his body taut with release before collapsing into hers. He pressed his face into the hollow of her neck, breathing hard, arms still locked around her. Their hearts pounded in sync, his body trembling with the lingering echoes of the moment they’d just shared. Augustine’s fingers lazily traced circles on Anne’s bare back, his breath still a little uneven against her skin. "You make me lose control." He looked into her eyes, his thumb gently stroking her jaw. "You don’t even have to try. One look from you, and I forget how to breathe." She let out a quiet laugh, her cheeks flushing with warmth. "Aren’t you exaggerating?" "Not at all," he replied, voice low and rough with emotions. "Resisting you feels impossible." Then, his eyes darkened, his tone shifting with a fierce edge. "Say it. Say you belong to me." "I’m yours," she whispered, her voice like velvet. He leaned in and kissed her, this time with a gentler passion. "Then promise me you won’t leave. No doubts. No distance. Stay with me—always." Anne nuzzled into his neck, her voice playful yet sultry. "Mmm, I won’t leave you. But only if you promise to do that thing with your hands again." A wicked smile tugged at his lips as his body responded to her playful challenge. "Then I guess I’ll just have to show you again," he said hoarsely, flipping her beneath him as laughter spilled from her lips. "Naughty," he growled and claimed her lips, his hands trailing down her side before slipping between her thighs once more. "Mm..." A moan escaped her lips as his hand slid along her thigh, fingers trailing with a slow, deliberate touch that made her shiver beneath him. His lips moved from hers to her neck, placing soft, lingering kisses there. "I crave you in ways I can’t explain," he whispered. "Then don’t stop," she murmured teasingly. His eyes smoldered as he looked up at her. "You have no idea what you do to me," he growled, brushing his lips against her collarbone. "And I’m not done proving it." He inserted two fingers inside her while his thumb circled her most sensitive spot. Soft, slippery sound filled the air as he continued moving his fingers in and out with skilled precision, mingling with Anne’s breathless cries that rose in pitch as the intensity built. Her hips lifted involuntarily, seeking more contact, and then the release hit—powerful, relentless. Her entire body trembled as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, her thighs tightening around his hand, clutching at the sheets in sheer surrender. He kissed her breathlessly and then asked, "Are you satisfied? Or do you want more?" She smiled against his lips. "I want more." His eyes darkened with desire. "Insatiable," he murmured before positioning himself over her once again. "Let me give you more." And with that, he entered her, drawing another gasp from her lips as the fire between them reignited. Their cries filled the house, echoing with intensity as they lost themselves in another wave of passionate intimacy.

Chapter 123: The intense, intimate night

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