Chapter 56 Wanting a Rod
Chapter 56 Wanting a Rod
Emma Johnson's POV
Louis raised an eyebrow and bent down in an inviting gesture.
My smile widened as I placed my hand in his palm, lifting the hem of my dress with the other.
"All right, I'll give you a chance."
Louis took me to a French restaurant on the top floor of a building downtown, famous for its romantic atmosphere.
Beyond the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, the city glittered in the night. Inside, soft lighting and flickering candles created an intimate glow, while a violinist played a gentle melody.
Louis suddenly set down his knife and fork, gazing at me across the candlelight. "Emma, there's something I want to discuss with you."
"Mm?"
"We've been married for a while now." He took my hand, his thumb gently stroking the diamond ring on my finger. "But we never had a wedding. I was thinking... maybe it's time we started planning one?"
I froze slightly.
A wedding?
What a foreign concept.
In my past life, I'd been blind to Louis's devotion, consumed by my own foolishness. Naturally, we'd never had a wedding.
I looked at the hope and sincerity in his eyes, momentarily speechless.
"If you don't want to, that's completely fine. I respect—"
Before Louis could finish, I broke into a smile and squeezed his hand. "Yes, let's do it. But I want to design my own wedding dress."
Louis's face lit up instantly. He leaned forward, his voice eager. "Really?"
"Of course. But you still owe me a proper proposal," I said, leaning across the table to kiss the corner of his mouth. "You have to make up for that."
"Deal. As long as you say yes, anything you want." He closed the distance between us, capturing my lips.
Our soft lips pressed together, each carrying our warmth and scent.
The moment I parted my lips, he seized control, deepening the kiss with commanding intensity.
Louis kissed me harder, his breathing and movements growing increasingly aggressive.
"Not here," I whispered breathlessly.
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After swiping into the hotel room, the lights flared on.
I pressed against the wall, unable to stop myself from clutching Louis's collar, tilting my head back in surrender.
We moved against each other until his heated breath washed over my face, his hand sliding beneath my dress, exploring.
"Louis," I whispered, biting his earlobe lightly while my hands slipped beneath his shirt. "I want you..."
Louis went rigid, his eyes darkening, his kisses growing more urgent.
He groaned low in his throat, then lifted me by my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist in one smooth motion.
He seemed unable to wait even a moment longer, our tongues tangling desperately.
My hands roamed wildly, moving down to unbuckle his belt, wrapping my fingers around his hardness.
I stroked from base to tip, then pressed down gently.
"Emma, do you know what you're doing?"
Louis's breathing grew ragged as he gripped my hips roughly, as if he wanted to consume me entirely.
He carried me like a child to the bed, laying me down before immediately covering my body with his.
The intimate press of skin against skin made me shudder.
The room remained dark. Louis's gaze locked onto me like a predator stalking prey.
He sat up slightly, his hand cupping my jaw as his mouth traveled across my body.
"Emma, are you absolutely sure?"
I looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, swallowing hard at the sight of his sculpted muscles and perfect lines. "I'm sure."
He was more tempting than any model.
Louis bit my earlobe gently. At my answer, his hand immediately slipped beneath my dress, fingers trailing along my curves, circling my most sensitive spot.
I whimpered.
From the moment he touched me, I completely lost control.
"You need to relax, baby." Sensing my tension, Louis murmured softly, "Your body is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Through the haze of desire, I managed to ask, "Whose else have you seen?"
Louis chuckled quietly. "Only yours."
"Then how can you say 'most'?"
I bit my lower lip hard, feeling my face burn hot enough to ignite.
When his first finger entered me, I surrendered completely, like a fish out of water.
"No one could ever be more attractive than you, Emma."
A vein pulsed at Louis's temple. The heavy scent of his desire was overwhelming. I extended my tongue, biting his Adam's apple.
His second finger slid inside skillfully, teasing and stroking, working me open.
My moans rose and fell like a small boat tossed on ocean waves—nothing but helpless sounds escaping my throat.
"Emma..."
He whispered my name against my ear, his lips finding mine again, tangling together.
I could clearly hear the wet sounds beneath my dress, rising and falling like a symphony.
The sweet scent in the air grew thicker.
I couldn't help wanting more, instinctively tightening around his hand, wanting to open myself completely.
But those shallow thrusts and gentle strokes felt like scratching an itch through a boot—like countless ants crawling inside, driving me mad.
"Louis... Louis." I bit his lip. "Inside. I need you inside."
"Need what inside?" Louis deliberately pressed his lips against mine without moving.
My earlier words had already made me want to crawl into a hole from embarrassment. Saying it again required even more courage.
I whimpered for a long moment, unable to get the words out.
"You're doing this on purpose." I glared at him, only now discovering this wicked streak in Louis.
"Can you even do this or not?" I challenged.
Not only did Louis not get angry, he bit my cheek, sucking gently with his tongue.
"Whether I can or not, you'll find out soon enough. But first, you need to call me 'Honey' and tell me what you want."
He was stubborn about this, as if he wouldn't proceed until I asked for it explicitly.
I shifted my naked body, deliberately softening my voice. "Honey, I want you."
Louis's amused expression instantly transformed. The gentleman from moments ago shattered as he crushed his mouth against mine.
"Promise me you'll never let anyone else see you like this. Otherwise—" He paused. "Otherwise I'll lose my mind."
My moans shattered in the air. My clothes had been torn away at some point, my breasts freed and never leaving his hands since.
Just as Louis was about to enter me, his private phone suddenly rang.
Louis hesitated, then ultimately answered.
Whatever was said on the other end made his expression change dramatically, his entire demeanor shifting.
I regained some clarity, tugging at his arm. "What's wrong?"
Louis looked down at me, his eyes dark and unreadable. "Lucas caught Kevin."