One more time, I ask again, “What was I calling?”

Gritting his teeth, he finally replies, “Chantel. You were calling out her name.”

His hand tightens in my hair as he brings my lips closer to his pulsating shaft. With eyes raised to him, I let out a deep breath, teasing his sensitive skin.

“That’s because I was thinking about her.”

His head falls back, and the muscles and veins in his neck start to strain as his taut body trembles. His pleasure at just my breath on his flesh is intoxicating. He’s making me feel like a queen as I kneel before him.

Finally, he releases his grip on his cock, and I replace his hand with my own, grasping at the base of his shaft. Leaning forward, I lick the wet tip of his desire, and I delight at the deep groan that rumbles from his throat. Encouraged by the hand fisting in my hair, I part my lips and take him inside my mouth.

He might have had a problem admitting his feelings for me earlier, but when it comes to physical action, I own Phillipe Tibideau right now, just like he owns me.

Rubbing my tongue against the underside of his cock, I suck him between my lips and drag my mouth up his throbbing length. He’s not letting me get away that quick though. His second hand grips my hair, and his hips thrust as he slides in deep. He’s so deep that I have to concentrate on not choking from his sheer size. Grunting softly, he starts to move, fucking my mouth over and over, as my free hand holds on to the edge of the tub.

I can feel my core clenching with each sensuous stroke he makes into my mouth, and this time, as I raise my eyes, I see him looking down at me. He’s watching his cock, glistening with a combination of my saliva and his pre-cum, as it pulls out from between my wet lips. It’s messy and dirty, and I love every minute of it.

He clenches his jaw, and I see it twitch. As I feel his fingers tighten in my hair, I watch as his eyes dilate. He’s gone, and he’s lost. This time, it’s in me, and I bask in the high I get from that. Tears start to leak out of the corner of my eyes from the sheer force of his thrusts and the raw emotions that are riding me hard. I’m shocked when his hands leave my head, reaching down to grab my shoulders.

As his cock slips free of my mouth, he pulls me from the tub, and a gasp emerges from my throat. My wet body is hauled out, and I’m turned around to be propped up on the bathroom counter.

Leaning back against the cool mirror, I stare into the eyes of a man who looks like he’s about to crack, and I want to be the one who pushes him. Smiling seductively, I run my eyes over him as I slowly part my legs and reach down between my wet thighs, running my fingers over my clit. His eyes follow the move, and his mouth parts as he unconsciously licks his lips.

“Wider,” he instructs gruffly, reaching down to fist his cock.

Spreading my legs more, I notice when his hand starts to move faster.

“I’m going to fuck you in a minute, Gemma, and it’s going to be hard.” He punctuates his sentence with another rough stroke. “If you don’t want that, then shut those sexy thighs and get the fuck out of here.”

I take my bottom lip between my teeth, and instead of leaving, I push my finger inside myself in invitation. His nostrils flare as his fisting quickens. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I suck my finger between my lips, and before I know it, he snaps.

His hand leaves his cock to grab my wrist tightly. His other hand wraps around my waist and tugs me to the edge of the counter as he wedges his naked body between my thighs.

“Do it again,” he insists roughly.

While he watches intently, I reach down between our very close bodies and push my finger back inside myself. I arch forward, bringing me only an inch away from his mouth, and my lips open on a sigh.

Opening my eyes, I smirk as I move my hand. My now wet finger traces up his cock that’s pulsating between my splayed thighs before I bring up my hand to tap it against his lower lip.

He bites the tip of it. “This doesn’t change anything, Gemma.”

I push my finger into his mouth, and as he sucks it clean, I place my mouth by his ear.

“Of course not. Why would it?”

Pulling his head away, he shifts a little, so his cock is finally touching the opening of my weeping folds.

“Indeed,” he mumbles.

He flexes his hips, filling me with one hard thrust. Reaching around me, he clutches my ass cheeks with his big hands and pulls me toward him even closer, burrowing deeper into my soaked center.

“Un-fucking-believable.” He groans as he starts to move, one slow pull out and one solid stroke back in. “A fucking fist—your pussy is like a fucking tight fist.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, and as he starts to pick up pace, I can’t help the whimper that turns to a loud moan. Biting my lip, I arch my breasts into his chest and start to roll my hips into his.

Not having a clue what possesses me, I lean up, so my mouth is by his ear. As he starts to pump faster, I whisper her name into his ear.

“Chantel.” I moan softly. “Is that what you would say?”

It seems as if his game has rubbed off on me, and I delight in the reaction I’m receiving. His hands grip my ass tighter as a growl emerges from his chest.

“When you were deep inside of her, Phillipe, did you scream out her name or whisper it softly in her ear? Chantel.”

I taunt him again and again, making him groan. Pulling away from me sharply, he turns his head to the side, locking eyes with mine.

“What fucking game are you playing?” he demands.

Narrowing my eyes, I tighten my inner muscles and watch his eyes dilate further. “You don’t want me, so I’m giving you her.”

Shaking his head, he tries to pull out, but I tightly wrap my legs around his hips, tugging him back.

“No! You started this. You fucking finish it.”

I watch as his jaw ticks, and I feel his cock twitch inside of me. Leaning in to me, he flicks my lower lip with his tongue, and then he bites me hard. Gasping, I pull my mouth from his.

“So, that’s what you want, Gemma? You want me to fuck you and call out for her? Is that what you were doing all alone in here? Were you going to fuck yourself and think about her?”

While pushing hard against his hips, I’m frustrated out of my mind. I feel tears starting to slide down my cheeks. “None of your fucking business.”

Sage eyes full of anger and desire narrow as he nods slightly. Like a hard punch to my gut, I’m reminded of her journal entry and the fact that him nodding is a move that is second nature to him.

“Fine. Have it your way,” he grits out on a harsh whisper as he proceeds to fucking rail me.

Over and over, he fucks me harder than I ever thought possible. As I claw my nails into his skin, I’m captivated by the ferocious power he’s unleashing. As he stiffens, my pussy clamps around him tight.

He looks me right in the eye and screams out her name at the top of his lungs. “Chantel!”

* * *

The dream always ends there. That is when I awake.

It’s a strange dream, and I have to wonder what it means.

Stuck. You’re stuck.

Does he mean with him? Does he mean here in France?

Dreams are odd, strange things. It’s a good thing that is all they are—just dreams.


Chapter  Twenty-Five ~ Sacred