The Ambassador and Me: an unlikely love story (The Ambassador Trilogy Book 1) by Mia Villano Page A
Authors: Mia Villano
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his kitchen. I needed to be close to something to steady myself. Fabrice walked over to me, took my glass, placed it on the counter, and pressed his body up against me. I fell back against the wall.
“I have not wanted a woman as much as I want you. I will worship you. I hope you are ready for me?”
“I’m more than ready for you Fabrice. I want you too.”
His erection pushed up against me and he moaned into my mouth as he kissed me. Not like the kiss in his office, it was softer and slower. He kissed me with pure lust and skill. I was starved for him. The taste of his lips on me was an awakening to what I needed from him. I groaned as he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. I reached up and started to run my hands through his hair. He deepened the kiss and his tongue explored my mouth inside and out.
His hands were on my back and then on my ass. He pushed closer to me, and I kissed him back and my teeth bit his lower lip. Something in the way he kissed me was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was his slowness in possessing me and turning me on that seemed to take over both of us.
He stopped and grabbed my wrists and held my arms over my head. I gasped, not ready for his dominance but loving it. He bore into my eyes putting his weight against me, dominating my body. Sex oozed out of him.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered.
“My sexual appetite may be too much for you. The things that satisfy me may make you uneasy.”
“I don’t understand, Fabrice. If you think I’m signing one of those contracts where you can do what you want at any time, it’s not happening. I’m not into that.”
He held my wrists in his one hand and his other hand crept up under my dress.
“Sweet Isabella, I don’t have a contract. I like to be in control in bed. I’m a powerful man. I have commanded an army. I like to be satisfied in ways you may not understand.” He started to scare me and intrigue me at the same time. If this was some BDSM thing, I was fine with it. I wanted him. I wanted him no matter what he had in mind. I could handle it, and I wanted to find out what it was he wanted to do.
“I want this. I want you. I can handle it.” I kissed him.
“I have wanted you since I set eyes on you in at the gala. I couldn’t look away from you. I have not wanted anything as much.”
“Then I’m here for the taking, Fabrice. What are you waiting for?”
“I want you naked before we go up to my room.”
“You will have to let go of my arms.” He smiled and released my wrists.
I wasn’t ashamed of my body and undressing in front of him was a turn on. Before he picked me up, I had exfoliated, shaved, and plucked every inch I thought he would see and touch. My dress clung to my curvy body and since I had only a bra on underneath it was not going to take long to be naked in front of this man. I reached behind me and unzipped it. The dress pooled to my feet and I reached behind my back again to unhook my bra. The bra fell to the floor as I kept my eyes glued on him. My breasts, so sensitive and exposed, felt swollen and needy.
“How is this, Ambassador?” I whispered. I left my heels on as I stood in front of him. I kept my eyes on him and they seemed glossed over. I became extremely self-aware.
He grabbed my hand and walked me to a staircase. My body tingled with the prospect of what he was going to do to me. I followed behind him up endless stairs to a huge wooden door.
Behind a closed door was his masculine bedroom. This bedroom was all man. Slate grey walls and black furniture decorated the room. A map of Paris hung behind his bed. The huge four-poster bed seemed to be the centerpiece of the bedroom. Beside it was a table and across from it was a fireplace with a black leather couch in front of it. He had a bathroom off in the corner. The lighting was low and the room seemed lit up by the sconces on the wall, making it more romantic.
Once inside, it hit me that I was going to give myself to him. I
“I have not wanted a woman as much as I want you. I will worship you. I hope you are ready for me?”
“I’m more than ready for you Fabrice. I want you too.”
His erection pushed up against me and he moaned into my mouth as he kissed me. Not like the kiss in his office, it was softer and slower. He kissed me with pure lust and skill. I was starved for him. The taste of his lips on me was an awakening to what I needed from him. I groaned as he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. I reached up and started to run my hands through his hair. He deepened the kiss and his tongue explored my mouth inside and out.
His hands were on my back and then on my ass. He pushed closer to me, and I kissed him back and my teeth bit his lower lip. Something in the way he kissed me was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was his slowness in possessing me and turning me on that seemed to take over both of us.
He stopped and grabbed my wrists and held my arms over my head. I gasped, not ready for his dominance but loving it. He bore into my eyes putting his weight against me, dominating my body. Sex oozed out of him.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered.
“My sexual appetite may be too much for you. The things that satisfy me may make you uneasy.”
“I don’t understand, Fabrice. If you think I’m signing one of those contracts where you can do what you want at any time, it’s not happening. I’m not into that.”
He held my wrists in his one hand and his other hand crept up under my dress.
“Sweet Isabella, I don’t have a contract. I like to be in control in bed. I’m a powerful man. I have commanded an army. I like to be satisfied in ways you may not understand.” He started to scare me and intrigue me at the same time. If this was some BDSM thing, I was fine with it. I wanted him. I wanted him no matter what he had in mind. I could handle it, and I wanted to find out what it was he wanted to do.
“I want this. I want you. I can handle it.” I kissed him.
“I have wanted you since I set eyes on you in at the gala. I couldn’t look away from you. I have not wanted anything as much.”
“Then I’m here for the taking, Fabrice. What are you waiting for?”
“I want you naked before we go up to my room.”
“You will have to let go of my arms.” He smiled and released my wrists.
I wasn’t ashamed of my body and undressing in front of him was a turn on. Before he picked me up, I had exfoliated, shaved, and plucked every inch I thought he would see and touch. My dress clung to my curvy body and since I had only a bra on underneath it was not going to take long to be naked in front of this man. I reached behind me and unzipped it. The dress pooled to my feet and I reached behind my back again to unhook my bra. The bra fell to the floor as I kept my eyes glued on him. My breasts, so sensitive and exposed, felt swollen and needy.
“How is this, Ambassador?” I whispered. I left my heels on as I stood in front of him. I kept my eyes on him and they seemed glossed over. I became extremely self-aware.
He grabbed my hand and walked me to a staircase. My body tingled with the prospect of what he was going to do to me. I followed behind him up endless stairs to a huge wooden door.
Behind a closed door was his masculine bedroom. This bedroom was all man. Slate grey walls and black furniture decorated the room. A map of Paris hung behind his bed. The huge four-poster bed seemed to be the centerpiece of the bedroom. Beside it was a table and across from it was a fireplace with a black leather couch in front of it. He had a bathroom off in the corner. The lighting was low and the room seemed lit up by the sconces on the wall, making it more romantic.
Once inside, it hit me that I was going to give myself to him. I
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