Chapter 106: I. Can. Love. You. Better. Than. He. Can

Jeanne placed her hands on his shoulders, her head pushed back with eyes shut tight. Ethan had never been with her that way before.

He was like an animal grinding against her like that…and she loved it. Every stroke, every thrust, was revered. Her entire body, aware of him.

He pushed her beyond her limits, going in deeper than usual, stretching her out, making her take all of him.

She tried to hold out, savoring the moment before the big O, but she couldn't. His fierce thrusts pushed it out of her, her body shook violently beneath him, but Ethan did not stop.

"I. Can. Love. You. Better. Than. He. Can," he said, accentuating every word with each deep, hard thrust as orgasm enraptured her body.

She held on to him, crying, begging him to stop before he slowed down; holding her hands, interlocking their fingers, but his length still slamming against her opening.

"Tell me I'm better than him. I'm better….I'm better…"

She couldn't respond to his questions. Her brain was tangled up. She could barely form words. She felt like a puppet in his hands, the way he controlled her body was explicit.

His questions went without answers, and his reaffirmations never got confirmed. However, when it was time for him to burst, he held a fistful of her hair, making her tilt her head back; he breathed and panted hard against her neck.

With primal growling, he released his load inside her, milking his final thrusts.

Jeanne relished the warmth of his breath on her neck, a sensation both sensual and consistently intense. Ethan excelled at this, and she had to acknowledge the captivating effect he had on her, even with just his breath.

Jeanne laid there, underneath Ethan, in euphoria, their beating hearts responding to each other. Ethan had not made love to her that way before, he was fierce and intense.

Was it appropriate for her to feel guilty for enjoying every moment of it?

She found herself unable to answer his questions because couldn't remember her body's response to Adrian's touch.

They laid side by side on the bed, panting, and feelings bare. Jeanne was still feeling in exhilaration, and Ethan, hoping his way to convince her worked.

Ethan laid beside Jeanne, having poured his heart out in the most sincere way to convince her to belong to him, demonstrating in the best way he knew how to convince her to belong to him.

Jeanne, however, still clung to the remnants of a past love, a love that had faltered, one that had proven futile and offered no promise of tomorrow.

As they lay side by side, the echoes of her past lingered in the air, casting a bittersweet shadow over the possibility of a new beginning.

Ethan turned to climb on top of her when they were both relieved of the peak. He put his weight on his elbows resting beside her and buried his hands in her hair.

His entire body sprawled over her. He loved the look of satisfaction he had brought upon her face.

He started to kiss her, not intensely, but with a tender touch that conveyed his feelings.

"Let him go…set yourself free," he said. His kiss, gentle and warm.

Ethan's heart, filled with earnest longing, yearned for Jeanne to let go of the past, to release the grip on a love that had faded and explore the promise of a new and fulfilling love; to consider the prospect of a fresh start.

He wished more than anything for her to grant him a chance, an opportunity to usher happiness into her life, a chance to rewrite their story.

"Let me be the one, Jelly Bean, let it be me, please…" he whispered his desire for her against her mouth once again.

He wanted a chance not just for a fleeting moment of connection, but at enduring happiness. For him and her.

"It's not hard, Jelly Bean. Just let him go. We can be really happy together," he said between kisses.

The tender plea carried the weight of his sincerity, as Ethan hoped against hope that Jeanne would find the courage to let go of the past and embrace the potential for a love that could bloom anew.

His kisses were sweet and warm enough to make Jeanne forget Adrian for a while. Being with Ethan was like a drug, he made her forget her troubles, but the effect wore off when he was gone.

She knew herself. She would go back to obsessing about Adrian once Ethan was out of sight. He could only do so much.

Ethan cannot be anything more than what he already was. Her heart belonged to Adrian and Adrian only.

Her father wanted only Adrian as a son-in-law. Her father would never approve of anyone else.

She would prove Ethan wrong and forge ahead with her plans, sealing her fate and Adrian's in marriage. He would have no choice but to love her.

The way he used to.

Even better.