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Malin

Ma belle is insatiable.No amount of orgasms or kisses can fulfill her. Every time my body leaves hers, she comes back for more, hungrier, dirtier, more ravenous than before.

Women in the past have wanted me. But not like Emilia.

Her dark-blue eyes have light in them. Pink never leaves her cheeks. Sweat covers her skin. Words roll off the tip of her tongue.

She obeys every command I have, calling out my name often, repeating any phrase I tell her to, answering all my questions.

I just went down on her again. She's still gripping my hair and shaking. I slide my tongue up her body, sucking on her nipple until she arches her back, then doing the same to the other.

I slide my arm under her, reach for the edge of the blanket, and cover her. I kiss her forehead. "You must sleep, ma belle. Tomorrow will be a long day."

She reaches for my cock, teasing it.

I groan then remove her hands. "We leave in a few hours. Sleep."

She traces my lips, snuggling into me. "Malin?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you still want me tomorrow?"

I glance down. Her eyes are full of fear, and my heart pounds harder. I kiss her, deep and as greedily as I've been doing all night. "I'll never get enough of you, ma belle."

"How do you know?"

I'll show you first thing in the morning how much I want you.

"I'm a man. I know what I want and like. You are what I want and like."

She shyly replies, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." In French, I say, "Now go to sleep." I kiss both her eyelids.

She keeps them shut. Her peaceful breathing soon fills the air.

I don't sleep. Our previous conversation haunts me. The questions I have don't give me any peace.

Louis has been playing Gustave and me. How are we going to recover?

Time is running out.

A couple of hours pass. The dark night fades, and the early morning light grows. My phone vibrates. I answer in French.

"You need to get the documents the reporter had." I slide my arm out from underneath Emilia and step several feet to the edge of the water.

"Why?"

"It's important. If I don't get them, we cannot move forward."

"As soon as I drop my target off, I will go back to Belize City."

"No. You must go now. The window to convince Louis we are on his side and have been testing his loyalty to the Global Leaders' initiative is small."

My pulse increases. "I can't go to Belize City until she is safe."