Seraphine in my bed again, with her electric blues on me, instead of her back staring me in the face, was confusing me and my dick.

She doesn't look freaked out this time but seems nervous or conflicted about something. Seraphine's shoulders moving like they're the ones controlling her breathing instead of her lungs proves she's nervous.

There's also a hint of temptation on her face that not only my eyes noticed, but my dick did too, and that's confusing us even more. It's threatening to grow, and my mind is telling it to stay low.

I wanted to press my lips to hers but refrained from taking what I wanted. Her mind isn't ready, and she's still healing. But now that her hand was on my cheek, and how her tempting eyes were heavy-lidded and dreamy, my cock went against my demand to stay low and stand tall.

My eyes lowered to her healing lips, and when she licked them, I wet mine. And when her lips connected with mine, my belly warmed, my heart melted, and my hand gripped her scalp, and I pressed her tighter against my mouth.

Her sweet as I remember lips connecting with mine shocked me. She hasn't been pro-Declan since she got in my care, but I won't complain. Kissing my girl has been what I've wanted to do since I realized it was her I was looking at in my driveway.

Her tongue moving inside my mouth is telling a story—she's nervous about kissing me, fearing I'll reject this affection from her. Instead of rejecting her, I eased her nerves by taking over, dominating her mouth—bringing back beautiful memories of those times of returning from overseas and showing her how much I missed her.

My dick was thickening, growing taller and firmer the longer we reunited our mouths. And now it stands at full attention. She just took over by rolling on top of me, igniting the burning flame of desire within me by heating my lips with a scornful kiss.

Kissing Seraphine has to stop before a mistake happens. It wouldn't be a blunder in my eyes and heart, but I can see her changing tune if something more than a kiss happens. And since I didn't want my dick to think he was getting any action, I broke from her lips.

Befuddled and curious by what just happened, and not wanting her to think the worst and upset her, I looked into her pretty ocean-blue eyes, cupped either side of her face, and said, "Don't take this the wrong way. But what was that for?"

Her lips slightly lifted into a smile. "I owed you a kiss for everything you've done for me."

"You don't owe me anything, Ocean Eyes. If anything, I'm the one who owes my Ma Chéri everything."

Her face softened. I must've opened a locked memory stored in the back of her mind. Ma Chéri was always the one term of endearment I'd call her, and she claimed it would give her heart a workout.

It awoke something in her, all right. Her lips crashed to mine fervently, a moan following when her pussy pressed harder against my throbbing cock.

"I've missed you," she admitted, moaning into my mouth. "I tried telling myself all week I didn't, and everything I told my mind wasn't true, that I didn't want is a lie."

I rolled us over, landing on top of Seraphine, kissing her with a fierce, demanding passion and giving her what her body wanted to feel—my hardened cock pressed firmly against her pussy.

"Fuck, Seraphine," I crooned. "I want you so bad. You're all I've ever wanted," I moaned, peppering her neck with heated kisses. "But I don't think this is a good idea. You're still—"

"I'm still married," she interjected bitterly. "I know. And I don't care."

I ran my fingers through her hair and pressed my lips to hers. "That's not what I was going to say, Seraphine. Yes, technically, you're still married, but you're also legally separated. He's an asshole, but that's not the problem. I don't think you're ready for this yet. You're still fragile and healing. And obviously not thinking correctly."

My heart ached, and my stomach twisted from the hurt look in her eye like I was rejecting her. Her hands planted on my chest, and she shoved me as she snapped, "Don't tell me what I need and don't need Declan. That's all I've ever been told for years."

Shit. I knew that's what she assumed I did. "That's not what I meant," I calmly responded, wanting to pacify her. "Trust me, Seraphine. I badly want you. I want you all to myself like it always should've been. But I'm a bit confused about where your mindset is. And I don't want any regrets."

"There wouldn't be any regrets," she responded quickly.

You don't know that.

"Christ, Seraphine," I breathed, dragging a hand through my hair. I rolled onto my back. "I don't know what to think. Marla surprises me by bringing you back to my life, and don't get me wrong, I couldn't be happier that you are. I've missed you like the desert missed the rain. Like I told you the other day, I never fell out of love with you. But since you've returned, you haven't said much to or avoided me. You're a mess, and I don't want to destroy any healing you're accomplishing right now." I rolled to my side and propped my head up. "Believe me. I want nothing more than to pick up where we left off. And I'd love to give you everything you want. But I feel we should avoid any intimacy until you know for sure you have a clear mind and you know you want us to pick up where we left off."

I see the wheels turning, and it makes me wonder what she's thinking, if she still believes I'm rejecting her because I don't want her—something I don't want her to believe. I just don't want to get my hopes up and then have those dreams demolished when she says she made a mistake.

"I know what I want," she hissed, "and it isn't to hide in a bedroom, lying on a bed, and dwell on my shitty life all day, every day. I haven't had sex in over six years, and my body is telling me what I want and need right now. And that's you."

I extended my hand to her face and caressed her cheek with the back of my hand. "I'd love nothing more than to give my gorgeous Ma Chéri what she needs. I'm just worried about where your mind would be afterward."

My assertion must've gone in one ear and out the other because when she gazed into my conflicting eyes, I noticed the lust and desire in hers. Her facial expression also showed she saw the flaming desire I was fighting within me, contemplating making my night by giving her what she wanted from me.

She may be showing me bedroom eyes and wanting me more than she needs air, but I also see she's contemplating what she truly wants.

Then, she ended our contemplating when she crashed her mouth to mine, taking what she came into my room for.

I should be looking out for her best interest by ending what she started. But I can't. I'm being selfish because she's what I want right now. I want my cock buried deep inside her warmth—reminding my dick of her warm, tight pussy. And I want to show her how much we've missed her with it.

Her tongue forced through my lips, and the heavenly taste of her saliva combined with mine caused an anxious moan to leave my lips and my dick to twitch.

Fuck, do I ever want this. I want Seraphine so bad, my dick's aching for her warmth to suffocate it, and my hands want nothing more than to reunite with her delicate flesh—every inch of it.

Letting Seraphine know I wasn't going to back away this time, I deepened the kiss, desperately scouring her mouth for the desire I was seeking to fulfill while my hands vehemently devoured the body I'd craved for years.

Touching a woman's body again was electrifying, but it was even more intoxicating to be feeling Seraphine's frame.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I announced, leaving her lips to kiss her cheeks, neck, and jawline.

Getting lost from my lips, devouring her skin, her head tilted back, inviting me to ravish her glorious neck even more.

"I know we shouldn't be, but I don't care. It's been forever since I've been touched and explored, and I need a reminder of how amazing it feels."

There it is. She's admitting to using me to experience the sexual high she's missed receiving over the years. And I'm the sucker who's willing to give her what she wants without complaining. I owe her thirteen years' worth of orgasms and experiencing heavenly bliss.

She's in for a rude awakening. Because I feel she'll wake up regretting what we're about to do, giving me only this night to arouse every inch of her body, I'm going to make the best of it by making her moan, scream, writhe, and beg until the sun rises. I'll make that neglected pussy regret giving me another chance to please, and apologetic she allowed another man's filthy dick to enter her beautiful world and turn it dark.

My lips left her collarbone when I lifted my head to say, "If using me is what you need to make yourself feel like a million bucks, I'm all yours. I just hope you won't regret it."

She raked her fingers through my hair, and then she gripped and pulled me to her mouth, demanding, "Just shut up. Let's give each other what we both want right now." My teeth collided with hers when she pressed my mouth harder on her lips.

My dick expanded to the point it was about to burst—overly excited about what'll soon be warming him.

Her hands roamed my backside and arms, and then her fingers returned to grip and pull my hair. "I want you, Declan. Right here, right now," she begged, "Please don't deny what my body's desiring and craving."

"I'm not denying you of anything," I told her, gripping the hem of her nightgown and removing it from her in a hurry, then shedding my sweats before my mouth returned to hers, kissing Seraphine with a hunger that showed how desperate I was to relish her.

Devouring her mouth like it was my last meal made me thirsty. I left her lips and trailed my mouth down her body, stopping at her taut nipples and dancing my tongue over them, teasing them until her back arched and a beautiful sound brushed past her lips.

"I've missed these," I muttered, circling my tongue around her tit. "I missed them so much," I avowed, sucking it into my mouth and tugging until it popped from my lips.

I repeated the teasing with her other breast and then continued going south until I got to the area that would quench my thirst.

When my face found its home between her thighs, I looked up and said, "If this is what you want happening between us, then I'm going for the one thing I've dreamed about and craved to have for years. I need to taste you. I want to devour every orgasm this needy pussy will give me. And I want to bring you to the world you should've been enjoying these last thirteen years."

Her fingers coiled around my hair as she panted, "Fais-moi jouir, Declan. S'il vous plaît. Je suis désespérée de me souvenir de ce que je ressens." ("Make me orgasm, Declan. Please. I'm desperate to remember what it feels like.")

"Ne vous inquiétez pas. Ma magnifique Ma Chéri est sur le point d'avoir le meilleur orgasme qu'ellen'en a jamais eu," I marveled, my mouth watering knowing it was seconds away from drinking her arousal. ("Don't worry. My gorgeous Ma Chéri is about to have the best damn orgasm she's ever had.")

My eyes lowered to her glistening pussy. I gripped her thighs and shoved them up to her chest. My tongue left my lips, and when it landed on her swollen clit a moan of delight left my mouth.

Her eyes closed, her hands gripped and pulled the bedding, and her body squirmed from my tongue, sensually massaging her pussy. She purred happily and ran her fingers through my hair while I slowly slid my tongue up and down and circled her taut, excited clit.

I moaned from enjoying the heavenly taste of her pussy.

"You taste just as I remember. Putain de magnifique." ("Fucking magnificent.")

Her body writhed in an agony of pleasure. She moaned, and I groaned from her happiness and excitement—thrilled to be giving her exactly what she needed, even if she was using me.

"Putain, tu as bon goût," I moaned while giving her pussy a long-awaited tongue lashing, in heaven with what I was drinking and whose arousal I was consuming. The one I never thought I'd be able to devour and please ever again. ("Fuck, you taste good.")

"God. This feels so incredible," she purred. "This is exactly what I needed," she panted, her pussy gyrating against my mouth more ferociously.

Knowing that meant she was about to quench my thirst with her orgasm, I encouraged, "Come for me, Seraphine."

That's all it took for me to say to cause the dam to break free. She tugged the bedding, her hips lifted, and she shouted, "J'arrive!" ("I'm coming!")

"Feed that orgasm to me, Seraphine. Right on my fucking tongue. Let me taste what I've missed out on since I left. Right now," I begged, her hips bouncing faster yet.

Then, her hips froze, and she fed me what my tastebuds were craving—her orgasm.

"Je veux vous goûter maintenant," she told me when I returned to her mouth, giving her a sample of her orgasm remaining on my tongue when I kissed her. ("I want to taste you now.")

"Not tonight, sweetheart," I whispered, pressing my cock into her hip. "I haven't been laid in years, either," I admitted, leaving her mouth and lowering to her breasts, teasing each nipple back and forth as I said, "and all this excitement and years worth of buildup will not be shooting down your throat, causing you to choke."

"So, I don't care," she breathed. "I came in here to do just that—to show my appreciation for everything you've done for me in such a short time."

Her back arched when I pinched her nipple between my teeth, saying, "Another time, sweetheart. I don't need anything from you. You're the one that needs everything right now." I bit her other nipple and tugged, keeping her tit secured by my teeth as I said, "You need a smile. You need loving. You need pleasure. And you need satisfaction. Everything you haven't experienced since you hooked up with that asshole."

I saw the expression on her face that she wanted to argue with me but knew she wouldn't win. Then her hand lowered and wrapped around my cock, pumping it while saying, "Then show me what you can do. Show me how good you are with your dick. Pleasure me. Fuck me. Make love to me. Please me. Show me you're better at pleasing a woman than the night I gave you my body. Prove to me you're better than the one guy I want to forget."

I hope that comment wasn't a dig at me. Because the night I made her mine, I was careful and gentle with her, wanting her to enjoy losing her virginity, not hate it. I wanted it to be memorable, but in a good way, not a memory where it'd be dreadful.

If that's the meaning behind her remark, then she has another thing coming. Because I'll prove everything she just begged me for and more. Like last time, I'll wear her out, causing her to pass out.

At least this time, I'll be with her when her eyes open.

"Êtes-vous sous contrôle des naissances?" I asked while bringing my cock to her wet entrance. ("Are you on birth control?")

"Yes. Chadwick forced me to be on it. Even though we weren't having sex."

"Good. Because I don't have any condoms with me. But honestly, I'd rather feel your wet pussy wrapped around my cock. It's been way too long since I've been inside you, and I don't want anything blocking the feeling I've ached to be inside."

"Donnez-moi votre bite. Tout de suite. Je suis excité et désespéré," she bluntly ordered. ("Give me your cock. Right now. I'm horny and desperate.")

She doesn't have to tell me again. "Yes, ma'am," I answered, showing her no mercy when I buried my cock inside her warmth in one hard thrust.

Her breathing hitched, she closed her eyes, and she reached around and grabbed my ass, pushing me balls deep inside her.

Once my cock filled her pussy, my mouth covered hers, and I slowly and passionately kissed her while pumping my cock in and out of her tight pussy.

"Finally..." I delightedly exhaled, in heaven with my Ma Chéri's pussy hugging my cock again, ready to milk me dry, as much as I was prepared to bring her world back to paradise.

A beautiful world, I'm sure she'd much rather be in from now on. And I'm all for bringing her there anytime she wishes.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter!🤞🤞

Translations:

"Make me orgasm, Declan. Please. I'm desperate to remember what it feels like." ("Fais-moi jouir, Declan. S'il vous plaît. Je suis désespérée de me souvenir de ce que je ressens.")

"Don't worry. My gorgeous Ma Chéri is about to have the best damn orgasm she's ever had." ("Ne vous inquiétez pas. Ma magnifique Ma Chéri est sur le point d'avoir le meilleur orgasme qu'ellen'en a jamais eu.")

"Fucking magnificent." ("Putain de magnifique.")

"Fuck, you taste good." ("Putain, tu as bon goût.")

"I'm coming!" (J'arrive!")

"I want to taste you now." ("Je veux vous goûter maintenant.")

"Are you on birth control?" ("Êtes-vous sous contrôle des naissances?")

"Give me your cock. Right now. I'm horny and desperate." ("Donnez-moi votre bite. Tout de suite. Je suis excité et désespéré.")