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Incalescent (adj): growing hotter or more ardent; set ablaze
-PART TWO-
Cyril's POV
She was driving me fucking crazy.
From seeing her laugh with that bastard, to the way she peered up at me with those large doe eyes, the mischievous spark in her eye as she tried to evoke some emotion out of me with her teasing, and now with her talking about sleeping with some pathetic fucker, she had me all over the place. I was so dangerously on the verge of losing my ironclad composure that I had her dry humping me in the backseat of this car.
We probably didn't look that different from the couple on the plane she was telling me about earlier. But I'd be rolling in my grave before Alora ever sought out some other man to satisfy her. As if I couldn't pleasure her myself. As if I'd just let her walk away from me like that.
"I just thought I'd ask you first since I know and trust you. This may be fake, but I know you'd never hurt me." She gasped out as she continued rocking against me.
"I don't think I made this clear enough, darlin'." I tightened my hand around her neck. "When I said this is far from casual, that I never want you to even look at another man, that I'll ruin you for anyone else, that I'll be the only one you'll be learning to pleasure, I meant 'til the day I die."
She gasped when I reached under her dress searching for and finding her swollen clit through her soaked panties.
"Let me make it even clearer for you. You are mine. My wife. For real. So all that shit we talked about in the beginning? About seeing other people? It's all null and void. I take it all back."
"Just like that?" She moaned as I continued to massage her clit in small, slow circles.
"Just like that, darling. Unless you don't agree?" My voice dropped into a low whisper.
I didn't know what I would do if she didn't want that. I didn't want to think about it. I don't know exactly when the lines between fake and real had become so blurred. But I had starred in enough romance movies– done enough character studies– to know what this was.
"Let's give it a try." She moaned as I picked up the pace of my fingers.
"You can give it a try if you want. But, I'm already sure." I groaned into her neck as she cupped my straining cock. "I'll convince you. So when you're begging to be allowed to cum, it'll be on my cock with me telling you how fucking perfectly you take it for me."
"Cici," she breathed out a laugh, "who knew you were so kinky."
Fucking hell. That smile. With that glazed-over look in her eyes. It should have been illegal. I wondered how many other guys must have had fucking melted for her because of that expression. How many had caressed her soft skin and felt the rhythm of her grinding feverishly against them?
