He bites the tip of it. “This doesn’t change anything, Gemma.”

I push my finger into his mouth, and as he sucks it clean, I place my mouth by his ear.

“Of course not. Why would it?”

Pulling his head away, he shifts a little, so his cock is finally touching the opening of my weeping folds.

“Indeed,” he mumbles.

He flexes his hips, filling me with one hard thrust. Reaching around me, he clutches my ass cheeks with his big hands and pulls me toward him even closer, burrowing deeper into my soaked center.

“Un-fucking-believable.” He groans as he starts to move, one slow pull out and one solid stroke back in. “A fucking fist—your pussy is like a fucking tight fist.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, and as he starts to pick up pace, I can’t help the whimper that turns to a loud moan. Biting my lip, I arch my breasts into his chest and start to roll my hips into his.

Not having a clue what possesses me, I lean up, so my mouth is by his ear. As he starts to pump faster, I whisper her name into his ear.

“Chantel.” I moan softly. “Is that what you would say?”

It seems as if his game has rubbed off on me, and I delight in the reaction I’m receiving. His hands grip my ass tighter as a growl emerges from his chest.

“When you were deep inside of her, Phillipe, did you scream out her name or whisper it softly in her ear? Chantel.”

I taunt him again and again, making him groan. Pulling away from me sharply, he turns his head to the side, locking eyes with mine.

“What fucking game are you playing?” he demands.

Narrowing my eyes, I tighten my inner muscles and watch his eyes dilate further. “You don’t want me, so I’m giving you her.”

Shaking his head, he tries to pull out, but I tightly wrap my legs around his hips, tugging him back.

“No! You started this. You fucking finish it.”

I watch as his jaw ticks, and I feel his cock twitch inside of me. Leaning in to me, he flicks my lower lip with his tongue, and then he bites me hard. Gasping, I pull my mouth from his.

“So, that’s what you want, Gemma? You want me to fuck you and call out for her? Is that what you were doing all alone in here? Were you going to fuck yourself and think about her?”

While pushing hard against his hips, I’m frustrated out of my mind. I feel tears starting to slide down my cheeks. “None of your fucking business.”

Sage eyes full of anger and desire narrow as he nods slightly. Like a hard punch to my gut, I’m reminded of her journal entry and the fact that him nodding is a move that is second nature to him.

“Fine. Have it your way,” he grits out on a harsh whisper as he proceeds to fucking rail me.

Over and over, he fucks me harder than I ever thought possible. As I claw my nails into his skin, I’m captivated by the ferocious power he’s unleashing. As he stiffens, my pussy clamps around him tight.

He looks me right in the eye and screams out her name at the top of his lungs. “Chantel!”

* * *

The dream always ends there. That is when I awake.

It’s a strange dream, and I have to wonder what it means.

Stuck. You’re stuck.

Does he mean with him? Does he mean here in France?

Dreams are odd, strange things. It’s a good thing that is all they are—just dreams.


Chapter  Twenty-Five ~ Sacred