Semua Bab LOOK ME IN THE HEART: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Blaze pulled on her new pajamas when she got home and curled up on the couch to wait for Fabien’s arrival. She’d hated leaving before him, but it had quickly become clear that it would be easier for both Willow and Fabien if she were gone. Fabien’s sister didn’t like her. Blaze had had people not like her before: temperamental choreographers, ambitious dancers keen to destroy her reputation and grab hold of her position, angry ex-lovers, irritated by her independence, her strong will, or her choices. So, it wasn’t as though being the object of someone’s hostility was new to her. Still, Blaze was surprised by how much Willow’s aggressive reaction hurt. She’d wanted so much for Fabien’s family to like her. Over the years, she’d often heard him talk about ‘Willa’. For some reason, they had never run into each other until now. However, Blaze had always imagined that if ever they did meet, the connection between them would be as effortless and instan

        Blaze ended the call and returned to her position on the couch next to Margot. Once again, the little girl didn’t acknowledge her presence in any way. Blaze stared blindly at the television. Her heart was banging against her rib cage as though she’d just danced a solo.          Because Fabien called?          Because he’d said nice things to her and made her think about things it was best she never thought about again?          A grinding, clicking noise drew her attention back to the television. The picture was flashing off and on, the image distorted into pixels. She was reaching for the remote control when the machine gave a final mechanical groan and the picture died altogether, the screen cutting to blue.“Oh, no… no... no...” she murmured.  

          Fabien stiffened with shock as Blaze suddenly shot to her feet.          What was going on with her?          He could see tears in her eyes and saw her pressing a hand to her mouth. Then Blaze began pushing her way past the people seated beside her until she gained the aisle.“Blaze!” Fabien called after her, but Blaze broke into a run as she raced for the exit.          The people sitting around them stirred, annoyed by the interruption. Fabien scooped up Blaze’s coat and handbag and excused his way to the aisle. By the time he’d gained the dress circle landing, Blaze was halfway down the stairs to the foyer.          Fabien took off after her, barreling out into the Paris night. He stood

        Fabien placed himself comfortably and began eating her like his favorite treat. Sensations crowded, one on top of the other, and rushed through Blaze’s body as she felt Fabien’s lips, his tongue torturing the swollen bud of her clit.          Lower, his fingers parted the silken smooth flesh of her sex and with slow, incremental thrusts began to push their way into the clenched, snug entrance of her vagina.  “Fab!” she all but screamed his name as his tongue pressed more firmly against her clit and rubbed against it erotically.          He stroked inside her pussy with little more than the tips of his fingers before parting them. His lips and tongue were wicked instruments of torture, never quite allowing her to climax but keeping her on the edge of the abyss.        

“That day, in the shower, when you saw me… jerking off, I was thinking about you. Every single time, since the day we met, while I was doing it, I was thinking only of you, of your body…”“Oh…” Blaze murmured.“While doing it that day, I was imagining you were in here with me. Imagining I was touching you… That I was fucking your brains out… I was craving for you, ‘mon ange’…”          For a moment, they stared at each other.“I see… Well, Fab, I have to say that… this piece of information changes every single thing between us,” she replied.          Blaze sounded dazed.“Yes, ‘mon ange’, it surely does,” Fabien agreed. “Come here… You’re staying too far away from me… I