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Girls Need Love: A Kylian Mbappè x Original Character Erotic Series.

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 11

“Sorry,” Giselle murmured, her lips curving into a smirk against the column of Kylian’s throat as she kissed over a rather obnoxious bruise she had left behind during one of their previous encounters.

Kylian chuckled softly, a warm, low sound reverberating through his chest. “I’m sure you are,” he teased, tilting his head back to give her better access. The heat of her breath against his skin sent shivers racing down his spine, a reminder of their night together.

Giselle pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischievousness. “I'm going to miss you,” she whispered, placing her hand on the back of his head so she could pull him in closer. Their lips met in a slow, lingering kiss that ignited a rush of heat between them. The taste of him was intoxicating. Her hands slid down to his shoulders, fingers digging in gently as if anchoring herself to him, to the moment.

Kylian responded, his hands finding their place on her waist, pulling her flush against him, leaving just the two of them wrapped in this sultry cocoon that only they understood. Every kiss unraveled another layer of tension, each caress igniting memories of the night before—fingers intertwined, breathless gasps, the desperate need that had overtaken them both.

“Are you ready to go?” Kylian asked, his voice low as he gently pulled away from her lips. His gaze lingered over her, admiring how the black asymmetrical dress hugged her figure, enhancing the graceful curve of her waist and flowing elegantly down one side. It was the perfect choice for her final evening in Madrid, and as he looked into her eyes, he could sense a mix of excitement and melancholy in the air.

Giselle sighed softly, her heart fluttering at the weight of his gaze. “I suppose I have to be,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The thought of leaving Madrid, of leaving him, felt like a bittersweet ache in her chest.

“Let’s make it a night to remember, then,” Kylian said, a playful grin spreading across his face. He took her hand, intertwining their fingers as he led her toward the door. The warmth of his touch sent a thrill through her, and she couldn’t help but smile back, her earlier melancholy momentarily forgotten.

It was quiet as they stepped out of Kylian's house, and despite the evening chill, there was a stillness in the air that whispered spring.

Giselle was careful on her heels as Kylian led her down the cobbled path towards his car, pulling open the door so she could slip inside. As she settled into the plush leather seat, Kylian's lingering warmth seemed to follow her, wrapping around her like a protective aura. He slid in beside her, the door shutting with a soft click that felt final, but also full of promise.

As he navigated through the streets of Madrid, the city lights flickered like stars against the velvet backdrop of night. Giselle stole glances at him, capturing fleeting moments, from the way his jaw tightened in concentration to the flicker of amusement in his eyes as he recounted tales of their days spent together hidden away in the beautiful city.

“Do I get to know where you're taking me, or are you going to keep me guessing until we get there?” Giselle asked, her voice playful, laced with curiosity.

Kylian shot her a sideways glance, a smirk returning to his lips. "Dinner." He answered simply, not giving anything away as his fingers drummed lightly against the steering wheel.

“Dinner? How vague,” she teased, a playful pout forming on her lips as she tried to guess what sort of place he had in mind. Giselle leaned toward him slightly, their knees brushing together, a spark of electricity igniting from the contact.

Kylian chuckled, enjoying the anticipation that danced in the air between them. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” His voice dripped with mischief, his dark eyes glinting as he shifted gears.

“Fine, I’ll play along,” she replied, settling back in her seat and crossing her arms in mock annoyance. But inside, her heart raced with excitement. Each moment spent with him felt like a secret shared, a little piece of magic they held alone.

As they passed through the vibrant streets, Giselle's mind wandered back to their earlier rendezvous—how they had laughed, seduced, and surrendered to each other's touch until dawn had crept in, wrapping them in golden light. She relished the memory of his fingertips trailing down her back, the warmth of his breath as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

“What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” Kylian asked, a smile tugging at his lips as he caught her lost gaze in the glass.

“Just thinking,” she said softly, the weight of her words sinking into the air around them.

The seriousness in her tone sliced through the playful atmosphere, causing Kylian to glance away from the road, his expression shifting to one of contemplation. “We’ll have time again,” he assured her, his voice steady, though the sincerity in his eyes also betrayed a hint of longing.

The tension in the car was short-lived. Giselle looked out the window to find they were at the Santiago Bernabeu. “What are we doing here?” she asked in confusion. The atmosphere was still and serene, a complete contrast from a match day.

“Do you trust me?” he questioned, turning his head to glance at her before turning his car into the same parking lot Melissa had parked her car when they'd gone to his game.

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.

Kylian smiled at her response, a look of satisfaction crossing his features. “Good,” he said, parking the car and shutting off the engine. “Come on, let’s explore a little.”

He exited the vehicle with an easy grace, and Giselle followed suit, her curiosity piqued. As she stepped out, the cool night air embraced her, contrasting sharply with the warmth they shared moments before. The massive structure of the stadium loomed ahead, illuminated under the glow of night lights. It felt magical, as if it held countless secrets within its walls—stories of passion, ambition, and victory.

“Where are we going?” she asked, glancing up at him for guidance. There was a spark of excitement in his eyes that mirrored her own.

“Just follow me,” he replied, retaking her hand. Together, they strolled towards the entrance. The silence of the parking lot was thick with anticipation, and with each step, Giselle wondered where this night would lead.

As they approached the stadium, Kylian reached into his pocket and produced a pair of access cards. “I arranged something special,” he said with a wink, and her heart fluttered at the thought of what lay ahead.

“Special like how?” she pressed, trying to contain her intrigue.

“Just trust me,” he reiterated, a playful glint in his eye.

They slipped through a side entrance, and the sound of their footsteps echoed softly in the empty halls. The dimly lit corridors were adorned with photos of legendary players and moments that defined the beautiful game. Kylian led her deeper into the stadium's heart, the ambiance charged with an electric blend of nostalgia and anticipation.

Finally, they emerged onto the pristine pitch, the vast grass stretching out before them under the moonlight. Giselle gasped, stepping forward in awe. It was surreal to stand where champions had battled; the world fell away, leaving just the two of them.

“Wow,” she breathed, taking in the view. “This is incredible.”

Kylian chuckled, watching her face light up with wonder. “I thought you’d like it,” he said, moving closer to her. “I wanted to share this moment with you.”

Giselle turned to face him, her heart swelling with affection. The intimacy of the moment, set against the backdrop of the grand stadium, filled her with warmth. “It’s perfect,” she admitted, her voice soft and sincere.

As if sensing the gravity of the moment, Kylian stepped forward, his presence enveloping her. “There’s more,” he said, taking her hand and leading her toward the center of the pitch. The grass felt cool beneath her feet, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body so close beside her.

“What do you mean?” Giselle asked, her curiosity piqued even further.

“Just wait,” he replied, a playful glint in his eyes as he took Giselle's hand, leading her off the pitch and onto his second reveal of the evening.

Kylian led her along the all-too-familiar route to the stadium's VIP box, which he had taken the liberty of transforming into a restaurant for the night.

Giselle was in awe as he led her into the room to reveal a candlelit dinner set for two, surrounded by glass walls that provided a stunning view of the pitch. The table was elegantly decorated with delicate flowers and flickering candles, casting a warm glow that softened the surroundings, making the room feel even more intimate.

“Wow, Kylian,” Giselle said, her eyes sparkling with astonishment. “You did all this?”

He nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. “I wanted our last night to be unforgettable.” He gestured for her to take a seat, and as she did, the weight of the world outside melted away. It was just the two of them, cocooned in their own little paradise high above the stadium.

As they settled in, Kylian poured champagne into crystal flutes, the bubbles rising like tiny fireworks. “To us,” he toasted, raising his glass.

“To us,” Giselle echoed, clinking her glass against his. The richness of the champagne filled her senses, and she couldn’t help but relish the moment—here they were, an ordinary evening transformed into something magical.

They enjoyed a delightful meal, the conversation effortlessly flowing as they swapped stories and laughed like old friends. But beneath the surface, each shared glance and each playful touch hinted at the undeniable chemistry that sizzled between them.

At one point, Kylian reached across the table, his fingers lightly brushing against Giselle’s. “Have you enjoyed your time here?” he asked, his gaze intense and tender.

Giselle nodded, her pulse quickening. “I have. Thank you so much for having me.”

“The pleasure is mine,” Kylian smirked as he raised his glass up to his lips. “Thank you for coming.”

Despite the reason she’d ended up with him in Madrid, the past week tucked away in his house felt like a dream—quiet and solitudinous days, followed by hot and heavy nights with him.

Giselle felt her cheeks warm at the memory. “You made it unforgettable,” she admitted, smiling softly. “It’s hard to believe it’s just been a week.”

Kylian chuckled, his eyes bright with mischief. “Time flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it?”

“Fun is an understatement,” she replied, her voice teasing.

He leaned forward, his expression shifting to something more serious. “I don’t regret a single moment,” he said, his voice low and sincere. The weight of his gaze held her captive, and she felt an undeniable pull toward him, like gravity was working in their favor.

“Me neither,” Giselle murmured, her heart racing. The air around them thickened, transforming the gentle ambiance into something charged with longing. She could see the flicker of desire in his eyes, and it mirrored her own.

“Come here,” Kylian whispered, his voice laced with an urgency that made her breath hitch. He stood, rounded the table, and gently took her hands, guiding her to her feet and sitting down so he could pull her onto his lap.

Giselle's heart raced as she settled onto his lap, the warmth of his body radiating against hers. She could feel his heartbeat thudding beneath her palms, echoing her own rhythm. The closeness stirred something deep within her, a longing that had been building since the moment they met.

Kylian's hands rested on her waist, fingers splayed as he drew her closer. “I’ve been thinking about this,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “About us.”

“What about us?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. A mix of excitement and trepidation filled her senses.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. “About how this week has changed everything,” he replied, his voice low and serious. “I didn’t expect to feel this way about you.”

Giselle's breath caught in her throat. The weight of his words hung in the air, and she felt her heart flutter in response. “I didn’t either,” she confessed, her cheeks flushing as she searched his eyes for reassurance.

Kylian leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her cheek before finding the corner of her mouth. “I want to explore this… whatever this is,” he said, his voice husky with emotion. “I know we’re from different worlds, but I think we owe it to ourselves to see where it leads.”

Giselle’s heart swelled with a mix of hope and fear. “You’re right,” she said softly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. “I want to see where this goes too.”

A smile broke across Kylian’s face, lighting up his features. It was a smile that promised adventure, passion, and possibility. He leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a kiss that was both tender and electric, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between them all week.

The kiss deepened, and Giselle melted against him, feeling safe and cherished. She wrapped her arms around his neck, losing herself in the moment as they poured every unspoken feeling into that single connection.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless, Kylian rested his forehead against hers.

“Thank you for welcoming me into your world,” Giselle searched his eyes, her voice soft and earnest.

Kylian didn't have any words to offer at that moment. Instead, he leaned into her, pressing a kiss to her lips as his hand ran up her bare thigh.

The simple touch sent a wave of warmth cascading through her body, igniting every nerve ending as he explored her skin. Giselle could feel his fingers trailing closer to the hem of her dress, teasing her with the promise of what was to come—the thrill of desire coiled tightly around them, pulling them into a world where only they existed.

“Kylian,” she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation. “What if someone catches us?”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her. “Are you ready to go?” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

The question hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Giselle felt a rush of exhilaration wash over her, the thrill of living on the edge making her pulse race. Her gaze met Kylian's, and she could see he was equally consumed by the moment—a heady mix of mischief and desire swirling between them.

“I want you,” Giselle whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. The admission spilled from her lips like a secret she could no longer contain, anchoring her resolve to this man who had turned her world upside down in just a week.

Kylian responded with a low growl, the sound resonating deep within him. His hands gripped her waist, his thumbs caressing her skin just above the hem of her dress. “Then let’s not waste any more time,” he murmured, capturing her lips again with a fierce hunger.

Giselle melted against him, feeling every part of her body awaken in response to his kiss. One of his hands tangled in her hair, holding her captive, while the other roamed, exploring the curves of her body as if mapping out every inch.

She wasn’t sure how it happened, but in an instant, they were on their feet, intertwined and moving closer to the glass walls that framed the vast expanse of the pitch. The idea of getting caught sunk deeper into her mind, adding an intoxicating thrill to their desperate kisses.

Her back pressed against the cold glass, but the chill was quickly evaporated by the warmth of Kylian’s body pressed against hers.

Kylian let out a lustful growl as he peeled himself from Giselle; he knew that if they didn't stop, they might end up in a situation that, as public figures, neither of them needed. As thrilling as the idea of having sex in his home stadium sounded, he knew better. They both did.

Kylian took a step back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain his composure. Giselle looked equally affected, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from their passionate kisses. The air between them crackled with unfulfilled desire, but Kylian knew they needed to slow down.

"We should probably head back," he said, his voice husky with restraint. "Before things get out of hand."

Giselle nodded, swallowing hard as she smoothed down her dress. "You're right," she agreed, though her eyes betrayed a hint of disappointment.

“Take off your thong,” Kylian whispered, his voice a low, gravelly promise that sent a thrill coursing through her body.

Giselle's breath hitched, eyes widening in surprise. The boldness of his command sent a rush of heat flooding her cheeks. "Here?" she asked, incredulity swirling with desire.

Kylian's gaze was intense and unwavering as he stepped closer again, reclaiming the space between them and filling it with smoldering tension. "Give them to me. I have plans for you once we get back to the car.”

Giselle's heart raced as she glanced around, ensuring they were indeed alone in the VIP box. With trembling fingers, she reached beneath her dress and slowly slid her thong down her legs, stepping out of it and handing it to Kylian with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

He took the delicate fabric, brought it to his nose, and inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he savored her scent. A smirk played on his lips as he tucked the thong into his pocket, his gaze never leaving hers.

"Beautiful," he said, his voice low and husky. "All mine."

Giselle shivered at the possessive tone, a thrill running down her spine. She couldn't deny the rush of excitement that came with his words, the knowledge that he had claimed her so thoroughly.

Kylian took her hand, leading her out of the VIP box and back through the stadium corridors.

As they emerged into the cool parking garage, Kylian's car was the only one. He opened the passenger door for Giselle, helping her inside before rounding the vehicle to the driver's side. The moment he slid into the seat, the atmosphere shifted, charged with unspoken desires and the promise of what was to come.

Kylian started the engine, the low purr filling the silence between them. He glanced over at Giselle, his eyes dark with intent. "Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Giselle's breath caught in her throat, but she obeyed, parting her thighs beneath the hem of her dress. The cool air kissed her bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat building within her.

Kylian reached into his pocket, pulling out her discarded thong. He brought it to her face, trailing the fabric along her jawline and down her neck.

"Play with yourself," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

Giselle's heart raced as she stared at the thong dangling from Kylian's fingers, her mind reeling at his command. The fabric brushed against her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She hesitated for a moment, the boldness of his request sending a surge of excitement and apprehension through her.

Slowly, she reached beneath her dress, her fingers trembling slightly as they made contact with her bare flesh. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation as she began to touch herself, circling her most sensitive spot with gentle strokes.

“Show me your pussy,” Kylian watched her intently, his gaze burning with desire as he took in the sight of her pleasuring herself as he started the car, and the engine roared to life.

Giselle's eyes fluttered open, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Slowly, she lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her bare thighs and the glistening folds of her pussy. The cool air against her exposed skin sent a shiver through her, intensifying the sensation of her own fingers moving in gentle circles.

Kylian's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his voice strained. "You're so fucking beautiful."

He kept one hand on the wheel, guiding the car through the Madrid streets, while the other reached out to brush his knuckles against Giselle's inner thigh. The touch was featherlight, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her.

Giselle gasped, her hips arching slightly into his touch. She continued to pleasure herself, her movements becoming more urgent as the tension built within her.

Kylian's knuckles brushed against Giselle's wet folds, and he couldn't resist the urge to slide a finger inside her. She was so tight, so warm, and the sound of her moan filled the car, spurring him on. He pumped his finger slowly, matching the rhythm of her own touches.

"Kylian," Giselle breathed, her head falling back against the headrest as she rode the waves of pleasure. The combination of her own touch and his invading finger was overwhelming, pushing her closer to the edge.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice low and husky. "Come for me. I want to feel you squeeze my finger."

His words, combined with the skillful movements of his hand, sent Giselle over the precipice. She cried out, her body convulsing as a powerful orgasm washed over her. Her inner walls clenched around his finger, pulsing with release.

Giselle barely made it into Kylian’s house before he was on her, her dress and heels left discarded in the entryway, where he’d feasted on her until her clit was swollen and her body trembled before carrying her up to his bedroom.

Giselle's eyes rolled shut, and her mind went blank as Kylian moved within her, his thrusts hard and incredibly deep as he pinned her legs to the bed.

A chill ran the length of her spine as she felt Kylian’s tongue on her, licking his way from between her breasts over her throat and to her chin before he stole her breath with a feverish kiss.

The thick head of Kylian’s cock pressed Giselle's cervix as he swallowed her moans, his eyes closed in pure unadulterated pleasure as he rolled his hips into her. The bed sang under the pressure of his thrust as a single tear slipped from Giselle's eye.

Kylian's eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated with desire as he watched a tear roll down Giselle's cheek. He slowed his pace, concern etched on his face.

“Shh, baby, I've got you,” he murmured, his voice husky with need. “Is it too much? Tell me if I'm hurting you.” His hand came up to gently wipe away the tear, his thumb caressing her cheek. “I want to make you feel good, Giselle.”

He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along her jawline and neck, his hips still moving in slow, deep thrusts.

“Please don't stop,” Giselle whimpered, tilting her hips into Kylian’s thrust. She wanted everything, including the dull discomfort that only made way for an inexplicable pleasure. “I want to get on top.”

Kylian's eyes flashed with desire at Giselle's words, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He pulled out slowly, eliciting a gasp from Giselle before flipping them over so she was straddling him. “Ride me,” he instructed.

"Like this?" Giselle asked, biting her lip as she looked down at him, her hands resting on his chest. She slowly lowered herself onto his length, a soft moan escaping her lips as he filled her completely.

"That's it," Kylian praised, his hands gripping her hips. "Show me what you want."

Giselle began to move, lifting herself up before sliding back down, finding a rhythm that made them both moan. Kylian's eyes were locked onto her, taking in every curve and movement, his hands guiding her hips.

"You look so fucking beautiful like this," he growled, sitting up suddenly to capture one of her nipples in his mouth.

Giselle gasped as Kylian sat up, his mouth enveloping her nipple and sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

“Slow,” Kylian guided, his hands slid down to grip her ass. “Take your time and feel me.”

Kylian's hands gripped Giselle's hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her movements. He watched with hooded eyes as she rode him slowly, savoring every inch of his hard cock, sliding in and out of her.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. "So tight and wet."

Giselle's hands slid up his chest, her nails raking lightly over his skin. She leaned down, pressing her forehead against his as she continued to move on top of him.

"You're so deep," she gasped, her breath coming in short pants. "I can feel you everywhere."

Kylian's hands slid up her back, pulling her closer to him. He captured her lips in a heated kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth as he began to thrust up into her from below.

"Harder," Giselle pleaded, breaking the kiss to bury her face in the crook of Kylian's neck. "Please, Kylian."

Kylian's grip on her hips tightened, and he began to thrust up into her with more force, his hips snapping against hers. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their moans and gasps.

"Yes, just like that," Giselle cried out, her nails digging into Kylian's shoulders. "Don't stop."

Kylian's hands slid down to grip her ass, spreading her cheeks apart as he pounded into her. He could feel her tightening around him, her body tensing as she approached her climax.

"Fuck, you're so deep," Giselle gasped, her nails digging into Kylian's shoulders as she felt him hit that perfect spot inside her. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"

"That's it, do it for me," Kylian growled, his hips snapping up into hers with increasing urgency. "Let me feel you."

He reached between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. The added stimulation was enough to push Giselle over the edge, her body convulsing with pleasure as she cried out his name.

"Yes, yes, YES!" she screamed, her head thrown back in ecstasy as her orgasm crashed over her. "Kylian!"

When Giselle's orgasm passed, Kylian laid her back on the bed, crawling on top of her as he reached for a pillow, pushing it beneath her and raising her hips slightly.

Kylian's eyes flashed with a primal hunger as he positioned himself between Giselle's legs, the pillow elevating her hips to the perfect angle. He grabbed her thighs, spreading them wider as he looked down at her glistening pussy, swollen and sensitive from her recent orgasm.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "So open, so vulnerable."

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her inner thigh before trailing his lips up to her core. His tongue flicked out, tasting her, savoring the sweetness of her arousal.

"Kylian," Giselle gasped, her hands flying to his hair as he licked a slow stripe up her slit. "What are you doing?"

"Worshipping you," he replied, his breath hot against her skin. "Making you feel good."

He sealed his lips around her clit, sucking gently as he slid two fingers inside her.

Kylian's fingers pumped in and out of Giselle's pussy, curling to hit that sweet spot inside her as his tongue worked her clit. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her body responding eagerly to his touch.

"That's it, baby," he murmured against her flesh, his voice vibrating through her. "Let me hear you."

Giselle's moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his face as he drove her closer to the edge. Her fingers tightened in his hair, holding him in place as she chased her release.

"Kylian, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum again!" she cried out, her body tensing as her orgasm washed over her.

Kylian didn't let up, his fingers and tongue working her through the waves of pleasure until she was a trembling, satisfied mess beneath him.

Kylian flipped Giselle onto her stomach, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her up onto her knees. He positioned himself behind her, his hard length pressing against her entrance.

"This little pussy was made for me," he drawled, his voice low and husky with desire. "Even when you are away, it's mine."

Kylian hissed as he spread Giselle open, her pussy swollen and incredibly wet as the tip of his cock ghosted against her.

“Donne-toi à moi,” he groaned, a deep moan ripping from his throat as he leaned forward, giving her his entire cock in one swift motion before stilling.

Kylian's eyes darkened with lust as he felt Giselle's tight heat envelop him completely. He gripped her hips tightly, savoring the feeling of being buried deep inside her.

“Fuck, you're so tight,” he groaned, his hips twitching slightly as he fought the urge to move. “I love how you take my cock so perfectly.”

He leaned forward, pressing his chest against Giselle's back as he reached around to circle her clit with his fingers. “This pussy belongs to me, understand? I'm going to fill you up so fucking deep, you'll be feeling me for days.”

Kylian began to move, his hips rolling in slow, deep thrusts as he stimulated Giselle's clit. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, her body responding eagerly to his touch.

“You like that, don't you?” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

“Yes,” Giselle moaned, her back arching away from Kylian as she felt a bead of her arousal drip down the inside of her thigh.

Kylian's fingers continued their relentless assault on Giselle's clit as he drove into her from behind, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, mingling with their moans and gasps.

"That's it, baby," Kylian encouraged, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take my cock."

His free hand slid up Giselle's back, gripping her shoulder as he pulled her back onto him, burying himself even deeper.

"Yes, yes, YES!" Giselle screamed, her fingers digging into the sheets as she came undone beneath him. "Kylian!"

Kylian's grip on her tightened, his hips snapping forward as he chased his own release.

Kylian's hips stuttered, his fingers digging into Giselle's hips as he buried himself balls deep inside her, his orgasm crashing over him. "Fuck, Giselle!" he groaned, his hot cum filling her in pulses.

He collapsed onto her back, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. After a moment, he rolled them onto their sides, spooning her from behind as he gently kissed her shoulder.

"Perfect," he murmured, his hand resting possessively on her hip.

Giselle smiled, leaning back into his embrace. "You're not so bad yourself," she teased, turning her head to press a kiss to his jaw as she felt herself overcome with emotion.

Kylian chuckled, his arms tightening around her. "Not so bad? I have to work on that."

He rolled her onto her back, hovering over her with a mischievous grin that faltered as he noticed the look on her face, and her eyes shone with unshed tears.

Kylian's expression softened, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down Giselle's cheek. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked gently, concern etched on his face. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry if I was too rough."

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as he pulled her into his arms, holding her close. "Talk to me, Giselle. What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

Kylian's heart ached at the sight of Giselle's tears, his protective instincts kicking in. He wanted nothing more than to take away her pain, to make her feel safe and loved.

"I just... I don't know," Giselle sniffled, burying her face in his chest. "I guess I'm just feeling overwhelmed. This thing between us, it's so intense. I'm going home tomorrow, and I didn't expect to feel this way."

She looked up at him, her eyes searching his.

Kylian listened attentively, his heart swelling with affection for Giselle. He understood the overwhelming nature of their connection, as it was something he had never experienced before either.

"It's okay," he murmured, his fingers gently brushing through her hair. "I feel it, too."

He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, pouring all his emotions into the gentle touch. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you. Whatever you're feeling, whatever you need, I'm here."

His hands slid down to cup her face, his thumbs wiping away her tears. Between the earth-shattering sex and connection, they shared that came as natural as breathing to them, she couldn't make sense of her emotions as she prepared herself to head back home to Los Angeles the following morning.

For a little under a week, his sprawling Madrid home had been her sanctuary, an escape from the world and all of her problems that loomed.

Return home meant stepping out of the bubble she had created with Kylian, and she didn't know how to feel about it.

She knew she wasn't ready for a relationship or to give her heart to another fully, but as she told Melissa a few days before, as she had helped her prepare dinner in Kylian’s kitchen, she wanted him.

Kylian's gaze held hers, a silent understanding passing between them as they navigated their emotions.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Can you stay awake for me?” he asked softly. Giselle nodded, shifting her tired body off Kylian so he could get out of bed.

She watched as he strode into the bathroom before she heard the sound of running water, the light from the bathroom illuminating the gentle outlines of his body.

Giselle's mind raced as she replayed the intensity of their connection, the way he made her feel—sought after, cherished, and utterly consumed. She had never felt so open with someone, yet she was torn between desire and fear.

When he returned, he scooped her body up from the bed as if she were weightless, carrying her into the bathroom, where he found the tub slowly filling with hot water and bubbles.

Kylian carefully lowered Giselle into the warm, bubbly water, the soothing heat enveloping her tired body. He stepped into the tub behind her, settling in and pulling her back against his chest.

"This is nice," he murmured, his arms wrapping around her waist. "You needed this."

Giselle sighed contentedly, leaning back into his embrace. The warm water and Kylian's strong arms around her were exactly what she needed to relax and clear her mind.

Kylian reached for a washcloth, dipping it into the water before gently wiping it over Giselle's shoulders and arms. His touch was tender and caring, a stark contrast to the intense passion they had shared earlier.

"You know," he began softly, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'm going to miss you when you leave."

Giselle's heart fluttered at his words, a mix of emotions swirling within her. She felt a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving Kylian but also a sense of relief that she would have time to process everything that had happened between them.

The next morning, Giselle was the first to awaken, her body still wholly spent as she relished the last of Kylian's warmth.

In a few short hours, she be on a plane to Los Angeles, and as excited as she was to get back to work, the comfort she found in Kylian's embrace was one she knew she wouldn't find anywhere else.

A hiss from Giselle woke Kylian from his slumber as she tried to get out of his bed on shaky legs. Between her legs tender as she sat on the edge of his bed.

Kylian's sleepy gaze drifted over to her, a slow smile tugging at his lips as he took in the sight of her, disheveled and absolutely beautiful in the morning light. "Where do you think you're going?" he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.

Giselle turned to face him, her heart fluttering at the sight of him. "I was going to make us coffee," she replied, a nervousness creeping into her voice as the reality of her impending departure settled in. "But I'm sore."

Kylian chuckled softly, a warm, teasing sound that sent shivers down her spine. “That’s what happens when you tell me to go harder,” he said, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

Giselle rolled her eyes playfully, the tension melting slightly at his words. “Well, I guess I should’ve known better,” she replied, her cheeks heating as she took a moment to collect herself. She glanced at him, caught in the depths of his eyes that seemed to see right through her nervousness.

“Come here,” he said, visibly stretching before swinging his legs over the side of the bed, a lion rising after a satisfying feast. He reached out and pulled her back against him, the warmth of his body enveloping her once again.

Giselle let out a soft giggle, feeling safe in his embrace despite the bittersweet feelings swirling within her. “Kylian…” she started, hesitantly, as feelings she had tried to shove down came rushing to the surface. “I have to leave soon.”

Kylian’s expression shifted slightly, a flash of understanding crossing his face. “I know,” he said softly, his fingers brushing against her shoulder soothingly. “But let's not focus on that just yet. We can have coffee first, and then we'll figure it out.”

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