Page 103 of My French Love Affair

His resulting grin iswicked; a depraved flash of amusement mixed with something entirely unrestrained.

“Freddie,” I breathe, testing the nickname, and then his lips are on mine again.

Frederic Moreau kisses like I can already guess how he races - fast, intense, and all-consuming.

And right now, I think I just lost control of the wheel.

My silk dress slides up slightly as I shift beneath him, my legs parting to guide him closer. He settles between them without hesitation, andoh-

He’shard.

A low, satisfied hum rumbles from his chest as he feels the way I arch up into him.

"Mon ange," he groans against my lips, his voice strained. "You keep pulling me in like you want something from me."

I slide my hands around his back and under his shirt, exploring the smooth expanse of skin.

"I don’t want anything from you," I reply.

His mouth ghosts along my jaw, stubble scratching my skin as he makes a teasing path towards my throat.

"I don’t like it when you lie to me."

I gasp when his lips find my pulse, his teeth scraping lightly before soothing the spot with his tongue.

"You feel that?" he chuckles, pressing his hard length further against me through our layers of clothing. "That'swhat happens when you play your little games with me. When you tease me. When you bite me like you want to be punished for it."

His grip on my thighs tightens as he rolls his hips harder into mine.

"Is this what you wanted?" he taunts.

I bite the inside of my cheek, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer, and he chuckles.

"It is, isn’t it?" he muses. "Is this why you’ve been so difficult? So defiant?"

Despite his demanding tone, he groans softly as he rolls his hips again, drawing out the contact with lazy dominance.

"You’ve been fighting me all this time," he continues, his voice like silk, "but really,mon ange… was it because you wantedthis?"

His fingers slip beneath the fabric of my dress, his thumb brushing painfully close to where I need him most as he moves straight towards my panties.

"Is this what you’ve been waiting for?" he teases, pressing a kiss just beneath my ear. "Is this why you’ve been such a fuckingbrat?"

I inhale sharply, my body betraying me as my hips shift.

"Go on," he coaxes, dragging his teeth over my pulse point. "Be honest, Poppy."

I stiffen at the way my name falls from his lips - low, rough and laced with pure, unfiltered want.

"Did you want me to pin you down and fuck the fight out of you?"

Intense heat floods through me, but I’m not quite sure what turns me on the most - the sound of my name rolling from his tongue, or his filthy words.

My head is spinning as my nails dig into his back, and I swearto god I feel my clit literallypulse.

I still don’t answer, but he knows.

I can feel it in the sinful way he grins against my skin.

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