Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Norah’s POV

The jet engines roared.

The sound vibrated through the leather seats. Into my bones.

Outside, the night was black.

Only a few cold stars shone in the dark.

We were flying back to Paris. Back to a war we didn’t want but couldn’t avoid.

Inside the cabin, the air was thick. It smelled of expensive whisky and sweat.

Lucien held my hand.

His grip was too tight. Almost painful.

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His breathing was ragged. Sharp. Uneven. Like he was fighting something inside himself.

Sweat covered his forehead. It dripped down his temples. His skin burned against mine. Hot. Dangerous.

“Lucien?” My voice was a whisper.

He didn’t answer. He dropped his head onto my shoulder. Like a wounded animal. Needing comfort.

His body shook against mine. A fine, constant tremor. I didn’t fully understand his struggle.

“Is it bad?” I whispered. My hand stroked his back. I felt the hard muscles. The old scars under his shirt. The rigid line of his spine.

He nodded. His voice was hoarse. Raw. “…I want you.”

My heart cracked open. Those three words weren’t a request. They were a confession. A surrender.

I cupped his face. My thumbs brushed the stubble on his jaw. Then I kissed him.

It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry. Desperate. Teeth and tongue and pent–up need.

He groaned into my mouth. A low, broken sound. Torn from deep inside.

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Then he pushed me back against the wide seat. His body covered mine. Pinning me down. His weight was solid. Real. An anchor in the storm.

His kiss was frantic. Wild. His tongue plunged deep. Stealing my breath. Claiming me.

All I could hear was the wet sound of our mouths. Our ragged breathing. The constant drone of the engines.

His hands moved over me. Burning. They weren’t gentle.

They tore at my dress.

Rip. The shoulder straps snapped. Sharp. Final. The front of the dress shredded.

Cool air hit my skin. I shuddered.

“Lucien, not here…” My hands pressed against his chest. I felt his heart pounding. Wild. Out of control.

“I can’t wait, Norah. I need you. Now.” His words were a growl. A demand.

He buried his face in my neck. His lips. His tongue. A hot, wet trail down my collarbone.

His hands hooked under my thighs. He tore away my soaked panties.

Then he lifted my legs over his shoulders. I was open. Exposed. Utterly vulnerable.

His cock was hard. Iron–hot. It pressed against my entrance. Insistent.

A dangerous feeling–like I was about to be split apart–made my toes curl.

“Norah, look at me.” His voice was a command. Rough with need.

I opened my eyes. His were dark. Pupils blown wide. In them, I saw raw desire. Something wild. And deep down, a love that shook me.

Then he thrust into me. Hard. No preparation. Just force.

I cried out. My back arched off the seat. The stretch was sudden. Aching. Full.

My nails dug into his arms. Leaving marks.

He groaned. Deep. Satisfied.

He held himself inside me. Forehead against mine. Letting me adjust.

I squirmed. A tiny movement. It set him on fire.

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He grabbed my hips. His fingers dug into my skin. Then he started to move. Hard. Fast. Each thrust punched the air from my lungs.

The seat creaked under us. The wet sound of our bodies filled the cabin.

“No more, Lucien… It’s too deep,” I begged. My voice was broken.

But my body arched into his. Betraying me.

He lifted my chin. His eyes locked on mine. Then he slid two fingers into my mouth. Stroking my tongue. Silencing me.

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