Page 23 of The General's Bride

“I wanted to… to talk about us actually.”

“Us? I wasn’t aware there was an us.”

She wanted to throw something at him and tell him to stop making this so hard for her. “Look, this isn’t easy for me, and I’d appreciate it if you let me finish speaking before you interrupt.”

“All right, speak your mind, Paris.”

“First, I want to know if you really plan on marrying my sister.”

He was silent for a moment. “What does it matter to you? You said yourself that you wouldn’t be there for the ceremony.”

“Of course I won’t be there. Not when I know you’d both be making the biggest mistakes of your lives. You can’t marry my sister when you have feelings for me!” She blinked back the tears threatening to spill.

Zahn stared at her with his mouth agape.

When he didn’t speak she went on. “I have feelings for you, Zahn. I may not be the twin you intended to take back to Thibius, but I’m the twin you want to be with. And I think if my sister had truly cared for you, she wouldn’t have run away from your betrothal or am I reading the situation all wrong?”

He still didn’t say anything and she had her answer from his silence.

“It would have been nice if you had at least uttered one word.” Paris turned to leave but was halted when two stronghands grabbed her. Zahn had moved so swiftly she didn’t hear him approach. He turned her around in his arms and covered her mouth with his. His tongue probed inside her parted lips, tasting her.

She clasped her arms around him and he lifted her, carrying her to a large leather couch. He laid her down without lifting his mouth. The fire that she experienced only with him threatened to consume them both.

It had been a risk coming here and laying her heart on the line, but now she was in his arms where she wanted to stay. She eagerly plucked at his clothes, wanting to feel his naked flesh against hers.

This all seemed like a beautiful dream she didn’t want to wake from. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she muttered against his lips.

In frantic movements they helped each other undress until they both wore nothing but skin. She never wanted something so badly in her life before.

“Ah, Paris, I was afraid you didn’t feel the same way about me,” he whispered.

“Now I’m never letting you go.”

Paris’s heart fluttered hearing him say her name in the throes of passion. He knew exactly who she was and there would be no more mistaking her for her sister.

Her pussy throbbed for him. She wanted his cock inside her more than she needed air to breathe. Only he could ease the ache within. Since their last encounter she’d thought of nothing else but making love to him.

She pressed kisses along his collarbone and chest, savoring the slightly salty taste of his skin. Everything about him turned her on.

His erection pressed against her thigh as though pleading for entrance. “Open your legs for me, my love.”

Paris didn’t think to disobey, she wanted this so bad she could taste it. This time foreplay was thrown out the window. They both had a yearning that needed to be fulfilled and she wouldn’t be satisfied until he took her.

Zahn guided his cock inside of her and eased into her passage. She clenched her muscles around him, pulling Zahn deeper.

He gritted his teeth. “Oh, Paris, you’re so tight. Uh! This pussy was made just for me.”

Paris met each thrust with her own, lifting her hips each time he drove into her. Her cries of pleasure filled the air. Zahn lowered his head to nip at her neck, creating the most titillating sensation. She was going insane for this man.

Zahn groaned. “I want to make this last for you, but I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Then don’t hold back. Give me all you’ve got.” She held him against her, accepting his seed. She clenched her pussy around him, milking his cock of every bit of come he had.

With a gasp of satisfaction, he buried his face against her neck. “I’ve wanted to make love to you since the last time, but I didn’t dare.”

Paris stroked his back. “Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t think I had a right to. You weren’t London.”

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