Tempt Me (Tattoos and Temptation #1) - Mia Monroe Page 0,64
feel even more romantic.
“On a clear day, you can see so much more,” Felix says.
“I’m seeing everything I want to.”
Felix gazes up to find me watching him. “Merci, amour.”
“You’re welcome. It’s beautiful here, but I think it's even more so because I’m with you. It’s fun to see it through a deeper view than if I came as a tourist alone.”
Felix nods, smiling. “I will tell you what it feels like for me.”
“Please.”
“It’s like seeing it all brand new again through your eyes. It’s seeing places I was before, alone and unhappy, revived with new life. It’s walking through streets, remembering how it felt to wish for you, but then looking next to me and there you are.”
“Babe…”
“I thought, maybe when I came back here, I would feel some kind of pull.” He shakes his head. “Some connection to a place that was home for me for nearly half my life. I don’t feel that. My home is here.” He pats my chest over my heart. “I live here. Paris will always be part of me, but my home is where you are.”
“I’m glad you’re not sad that you don’t live here anymore.”
“Far from it. I am happy, ecstatic actually, that I left. Because I found something I never would have found in Paris.”
“Me?”
“You.” He smiles. “But magnified by one million.”
I pull him close, tilting his head up to kiss him. If someone had told me two years ago that I would be married, standing on top of the Eiffel tower on my honeymoon, in love and making out with Felix, I would’ve dropped them. I never would have believed it, but the minute Felix swooped back into my life, I was done for. I never stood a chance, and this is one temptation I happily caved on.
“I have had enough of Paris,” Felix murmurs on my lips. “But not enough of you. I have plans for you, mon mari.”
“Does it involve tearing me up?”
“But of course.” His eyes light up as if being struck by sunshine, but the light is internal. “I want to see you on your knees, mon amour.”
“Happily.” I exhale, sliding my hands in his coat pockets. “Do you know my favorite thing we do?”
“I don’t think you’ve told me.”
“I love when you put your prettiest panties on and ride my face. I love trying to get a taste through the silk and lace, until you show mercy and feed me your dick, your hole, those pretty balls.”
Felix grins. “I do love how your dirty-talk game has stepped up over the years.”
“I have had an excellent teacher.” I kiss his nose. “Take me back to the hotel, my love, and feed me.”
“You will be fed until the sun comes up.”
“Perfect.”
Just like my life with this man.
Felix
Back at the hotel, and after a quick shower, I leave Apollo resting on the bed while I pull on the surprise I brought along with me. I originally planned to wear it on our wedding night, but we were both so exhausted, we fell asleep in each other's arms while kissing. What a perfect day it was though. I finish my look with light makeup and high heels, smiling at my reflection. I have learned through loving Apollo that happiness is the true secret to beauty.
I open the door and step out to see my husband. Husband. I wished a thousand Apollo-wishes, but never this one.
“Holy shit,” Apollo whispers when he sees me. “Wow.”
“You like it?”
“Like it?” He shakes his head. “Fuck, baby, you are so beautiful. I am so lucky.”
“Merci. I wanted something special to commemorate this moment in our lives. We are married, mon amour. Can you believe it?”
“Yes. I can. I wanted this, maybe from the second time we hung out. I knew you were special, and I was in the company of someone magical. So, I put a ring on it.”
I laugh, tousling my hair as I strut over to him. “You wanted to be fed?”
“I sure the fuck did.”
“Then take off your clothes and lie on your back for your husband.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Apollo strips out of his clothes in just a few seconds, and then I pounce, attacking his gorgeous mouth in a scorching kiss. I worried that over time, as he learned more and more about gay sex, that our passion would cool. It would become expected and routine, but instead, it seems to get hotter and hotter.
Apollo has perfected the art of romance, surprising me at work, buying me little