Act Like You Love Me (Jessica) novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207

Daphne’s POV

The silence of the suite was thick, broken only by the sound of our breathing, which seemed to fill every corner of the

room.

I was still pinned against the wall, my legs locked around David’s waist.

The cool air from the balcony did nothing to dampen the heat radiating from his damp skin.

I looked into his eyes, and the man I’d spent weeks sparring with-the composed, icy executive-was nowhere to be found.

In his place was someone primal, someone who looked at me as if I were the only source of air in a vacuum.

“The bed, Daphne,” he managed to grate out, his voice sounding like it had been dragged over gravel. “If we stay here, I’m going to lose my mind.”

I didn’t answer with words. I just tightened my grip on his shoulders, my fingers digging into his muscles.

He carried me the short distance, his stride heavy and certain, and lowered me onto the cool, high-thread-count sheets.

The contrast of the chilled fabric against my burning skin made me gasp, but the relief was short-lived as David followed me down, his body a furnace that claimed the space above mine.

He reached behind me, his fingers finding the zipper of my dress. He didn’t fumble; he moved with a focused intent that made my heart hammer against my ribs.

As the silk gave way and the bodice loosened, he pulled back for a second, his gaze traveling over me with an intensity that felt more intimate than a touch.

‘I’ve spent every second of this trip trying not to look at you like this,” he whispered, his thumbs tracing the line of my collarbone.

Trying to remember the contract. Trying to remember why we’re here.”

The contract is a piece of paper, David,” I breathed, reaching up to cup his face.

My palms felt the rough stubble of his jaw, a sensation that sent a fresh spark through my core. “Right now, it doesn’t exist.”

He leaned down, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin beneath my ear, sending a trail of fire down my spine.

“Good. Because I don’t think I can be a professional for another minute.”

His mouth moved to my chest, his tongue tracing the curve of my breast before he took the peak into his mouth.

The sensation was electric, a sharp pull of pleasure that made me arch my back.

He was patient, his teeth grazing me just enough to make me moan, his hand sliding down to the silk of my underwear.

I felt a desperate need to touch him back, to bridge the gap between his control and my own spiraling senses.

I reached down, my hand finding the edge of the towel still hitched around his hips.

With a single tug, it fell away, leaving nothing between us.

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David let out a ragged sound as I shifted, my hand finding him. He was solid and hot, a physical manifestation of the tension that had been building between us since that first night in his office.

ì watched his face: the way his eyes squeezed shut, the way his jaw tensed-as I moved my hand.

“Daphne,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

Then show me, I challenged, my voice trembling but certain.

He shifted, moving down the bed until he was between my knees. I watched him, my breath hitching as he used his hands to

part me.

The cool air hit me for a second before his mouth replaced it. The first touch of his tongue was a revelation, a precise, agonizingly perfect pressure that made my toes curl into the sheets.

I tangled my fingers in his damp hair, my head tossing back as he focused all his attention on me.

He was thorough. his tongue circling and teasing until I was a sobbing mess, my hips lifting off the bed in’a desperate search for friction.

He didn’t rush. He seemed to savor every sound I made, every involuntary twitch of my muscles, until the pleasure became a cresting wave I couldn’t escape.

When the first peak hit, it felt like my entire body was being rearranged. I cried out his name, my fingers clutching his hair as the world dissolved into a blur of silver and heat.

As the echoes of the first round settled, David didn’t pull away. He moved back up, his body slick with sweat, his eyes dark with a hunger that hadn’t been satisfied, only whetted.

I could feel his arousal pressing against my thighs, a silent, insistent demand.

He didn’t say a word, but the hunger in his eyes, and the impatient tension in his body told me exactly what he wanted.

I pushed him back gently, and to my surprise, he went. He sat against the headboard, his chest heaving, his eyes tracking my every move as I knelt between his legs.

I wanted to see him like this: vulnerable, stripped of his power, entirely at my mercy.

I leaned down, my hair falling like a curtain around us. I took my time, mirroring the patience he had shown me.

I wanted to hear that specific, broken hitch in his breath when I used my tongue, the way his fingers found the sheets and bunched them into fists.

When I looked up at him, his head was tilted back, his eyes half-closed, a look of pure, unadulterated torment on his face.

“Enough,” he finally gasped, his hands reaching down to pull me up. “I can’t… I won’t last if you keep doing that.”

He flipped us over in one smooth motion, pinning me beneath him again. This time, there was no more teasing.

He found my hand, interlacing our fingers and pinning them to the pillow beside my head.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly.

I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze. There was a raw honesty there that terrified me. This wasn’t a game anymore.

When he finally entered me, the breath left my body in a single, long sigh. It wasn’t just the physical sensation, though that

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was overwhelming, it was the feeling of finally being whole.

“You’re not acting,” he whispered, his voice splintering as the friction between us turned into a punishing heat.

He moved with an urgency that made my head light, his eyes searching mine for a truth he was terrified to find. Every thrust was a question, an exploration, a claim.

‘Tell me you’re not acting, Daphne. Tell me you want me as much as I want you.”

The vulnerability in his voice was a shock. He was practically begging, the cool billionaire completely stripped away.

My toes curled against the cool sheets, and I dug my fingers into the hard, bunched muscles of his back as he pulled me closer.

His slow strokes sank deep, reaching the very core of me. The motion was both agonizing and sweet, a steady rhythm that made my breath catch in the back of my throat.

‘I’m not,” I managed to say, the words coming out as a ragged sliver of sound. I arched into him, my skin singing wherever we touched.

‘David, please… I want you. I need this.”

The pace shifted from slow and exploratory to something more urgent. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing to feel every bit of the friction.

The room seemed to shrink until there was nothing left but the sound of our skin meeting and the frantic beat of our hearts.

We moved together, a pair of drowning people clutching at each other in the dark. I felt the heat building again, a tightening n my lower stomach that made me claw at his back.

David let out a low, guttural sound, his movements becoming more forceful, more desperate.

The second time I broke, it was more intense than the first. I felt his own body tense, his muscles turning to stone as he ollowed me over the edge.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his entire frame shaking as he let out a sound that was half-sob, half-triumph.

We lay there for a long time, tangled in the ruined sheets, the only sound the distant crash of the waves against the hull.

The fire in my blood had finally settled into a dull, pleasant hum, but the silence that followed was terrifying.

David didn’t pull away. He stayed heavy and warm against me, his heart slowing down against my own.

He reached up, smoothing a stray hair away from my damp forehead..

‘Daphne,” he started, his voice quiet.

‘Don’t, I whispered, closing my eyes. “Don’t say it. Not yet.”

I had no idea what was actually going through his head, but my instinct was already bracing for the impact.

I was certain that now, with the physical release finally behind him, the clarity of the real world was settling in.

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