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

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 18

While rainy days were often suggestive of bad omens, for Giselle and Kylian, they presented a chance to stay inside, completely lost in one another.

Giselle lay beneath Kylian on his living room sofa dressed in nothing but a hoodie of his that was sizes too big, a thong, and a stolen pair of the thickest socks she could find in Kylian’s draws, kissing as if nothing else in the world mattered.

“More,” Giselle whispered against his lips, her voice a sultry plea that rushed through Kylian. He responded by deepening the kiss, his hands roaming over her body, tracing the curves that were so familiar yet still electrifying to him. The rain pattered softly against the windows, creating a soothing backdrop to their intimate bubble.

Kylian pulled back slightly, his breath warm against her cheek. “You’re insatiable today,” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Giselle smirked, her fingers curling around the back of his neck as she pulled him closer again. “I always want you,” she said matter-of-factly. “And you’re going to go captain France; I'm going to miss you.”

Kylian’s expression softened, his playful demeanor momentarily replaced by something more serious. He understood the weight of the upcoming departure that they would be apart for over a week despite being in the same city.

Giselle was set to stay at Kylian’s place alone. Although she knew she would be more than comfortable in his space, she wasn't looking forward to the imminent moments of loneliness she would experience apart from him.

Kylian cupped her face in his hands, his thumb brushing lightly over her cheek. “You don’t have to miss me for too long,” he murmured, leaning in to capture her lips once more, this time with an intensity that seared into her very core. The kiss seemed to convey everything unsaid between them, a promise bound by the heat of the moment and the inevitability of distance.

Giselle melted into him, her body instinctively arching, seeking more of his warmth, more of his touch. The weight of Kylian’s body pressed down on her, and she reveled in the feeling of being completely consumed by him. With every kiss, every caress, she felt the moment stretch, the outside world fading away to a distant echo drowned out by the rain.

“Take it off,” Kylian murmured, tugging at the hem of her hoodie. She was acutely aware that she only wore a thong beneath.

Kylian's hands slid under the hoodie, his fingers brushing against Giselle's bare skin as he slowly pushed the fabric up. She lifted her arms, allowing him to remove the garment completely, leaving her exposed in nothing but the thong and socks. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her, his gaze trailing over her curves appreciatively.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he breathed, his voice low and husky. He leaned down, pressing kisses along her collarbone and up her neck, his hands roaming over her body possessively. Giselle gasped, her fingers gripping the back of his neck, holding her close.

Kylian's lips found hers again, the kiss deep and passionate. He settled between her legs, the heat of his body radiating against her. Giselle could feel his arousal pressing against her, even through his shorts, and she arched her hips instinctively, seeking more friction.

"So are you," she whispered against his mouth, her voice trembling with need.

Taking hold of Giselle’s wrist, Kylian pinned them above her head as his tongue delved into her mouth, exploring every inch with a fiery intensity that left her breathless. His grip on her wrists tightened a subtle dominance that sent shivers down her spine. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips along her jawline, down to the sensitive skin of her neck, where he sucked and nibbled, marking her as his own.

Giselle's breath hitched as Kylian's free hand roamed over her body, his touch igniting a fire within her. His fingers traced along her curves teasingly before finally settling between her legs. He hooked a finger under the thin fabric of her thong, pulling it aside to expose her pussy.

"You're so wet for me already," Kylian murmured approvingly, his finger slipping easily through her folds. He circled her clit with slow, deliberate strokes, building the tension within her. Giselle squirmed beneath him, her hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more of his touch.

Giselle pressed her palm against Kylian's chest, gently pushing him backward as she rose to her knees. His eyes glimmered with surprise and excitement at her assertiveness. Kylian allowed her to guide him, intrigued by this sudden shift in their dynamic. Settling back on his heels, he watched her with an intensity that made her heart race, his gaze locked onto hers.

"What do you have in mind, ma belle?" he asked, his voice low and husky. His hands rested on his thighs, fingers splayed, a picture of controlled anticipation. The rain continued to patter against the windows, the sound a soothing backdrop to their charged atmosphere.

Her lips curved into a seductive smile as she leaned in, her hands resting on his shoulders. "I want to taste you," Giselle whispered, her breath hot against his ear. She punctuated her words with a nip to his earlobe, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Kylian.

Giselle's hands slid down Kylian's chest, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his jersey. She pushed the fabric aside, revealing his toned torso, and leaned in to press a trail of kisses along his collarbone. Kylian's breath hitched, his skin tingling at the contact.

She worked her way down, her lips brushing against his abs, tracing the defined lines. Kylian's muscles twitched beneath her touch, his body responding instinctively to her exploration. When she reached the waistband of his shorts, she looked up at him through her lashes, seeking permission.

"May I?" she asked, her voice sultry as fingers hooked into the elastic, waiting for his nod before proceeding.

Kylian swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely audible.

With a triumphant smile, Giselle tugged his shorts and boxers down in one fluid motion, freeing his erection.

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire as he watched Giselle's every move, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He obeyed her command, sinking back onto the sofa, his gaze never leaving hers. The rain continued to patter softly against the windows, the sound a soothing backdrop to their intimate encounter.

Giselle knelt between his legs, her hands resting on his thighs. She leaned in, her breath hot against his skin, teasing him with her proximity. Kylian's muscles tensed, his body coiled tight with anticipation. He reached out, his fingers tangling in her hair, gently guiding her closer.

"Be messy for me," he instructed, his voice strained with need.

Giselle's lips curled into a sinister smile. "As you wish, captain,” she purred before wrapping her lips around the head of his cock and sucking hard. Kylian's hips jerked, a strangled groan escaping his throat. She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around his length, savoring the taste of him.

Kylian's eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back against the sofa as Giselle's mouth enveloped him. The sensation was overwhelming, her tongue and lips working in tandem to drive him wild. He gripped the cushions tightly, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to maintain control.

"Fuck, Giselle," he gasped, his voice strained. "Just like that, baby. Take it all."

His words encouraged her, and she obliged, relaxing her throat and taking him deeper. Kylian's hips bucked involuntarily, his length hitting the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she doubled her efforts, sucking harder, faster.

The sound of the rain intensified, the pattering against the windows mingling with Kylian's heavy breathing and the wet noises of Giselle's ministrations. The room was filled with a charged atmosphere, the air thick with desire and the scent of their arousal.

Kylian's grip on Giselle's hair tightened as he guided her movements. "That's it, ma belle," he praised, his voice husky with desire. "Take it deeper. I know you can."

Giselle moaned around his length, the vibrations sending shivers through Kylian's body. She relaxed her throat, taking him even deeper until her nose was pressed against his pelvis. Tears streamed down her face, but she didn't pull away, determined to please him.

Kylian's eyes snapped open, his gaze intense as he stared down at Giselle. He gripped her hair tighter, holding her in place as he thrust his hips forward, burying himself deeper in her throat. Giselle gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't resist, allowing him to use her mouth as he pleased.

"Look at me," Kylian demanded, his voice rough with arousal. Giselle obeyed, gazing up at him through tear-stained lashes. The sight of her, so vulnerable and yet so willing, pushed Kylian over the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, he spilled himself into her mouth, his release hot and thick. Giselle swallowed convulsively, struggling to keep up with the sudden flood. Some of his semen escaped, dripping down her chin and onto her bare breasts.

Kylian's chest heaved as he caught his breath, his grip on Giselle's hair loosening. He gazed down at her, a mix of satisfaction and affection in his eyes. "Come here," he murmured, tugging gently on her hair to bring her up to his lips. He kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue, a primal reminder of his dominance.

Giselle melted into the kiss, her body trembling slightly as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Kylian's hands roamed over her back, tracing the curve of her spine before settling on her ass, parting her cheeks, and spreading her on his cock. He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers as he looked into her eyes.

"Ride me," he breathed, his voice still husky from his recent release.

Giselle's eyes flashed with a mixture of desire and mischief as she listened to Kylian's command. She lifted herself up, positioning herself above his stillhard length. With a slow, deliberate movement, she sank down onto him, taking him inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside her.

"Fuck," Kylian groaned, his head falling back against the sofa as Giselle's warmth enveloped him. She began to move, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm that had him gripping her waist tightly. “Sit all the way down; let me get deeper.”

Giselle's breath hitched as she felt Kylian's length fill her completely, his words sending a shiver down her spine. She obeyed, sinking down onto him until she could feel his pelvis pressing against hers. The sensation of being so utterly filled, so deeply connected to him, was overwhelming.

"Yes, like that," Kylian murmured, his voice low and husky. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she began to ride him. "Look into my eyes and fuck me.”

A chill ran down Kylian’s spine as Giselle wrapped her dainty hand around his throat, looking into his eyes.

Kylian's eyes widened slightly at Giselle's sudden dominance, a wave of excitement coursing through him. This dominant side of her was one he was yet to see until now and he was enamoured by it.

Giselle's grip on Kylian's throat tightened, her nails digging into his skin as she rode him with a fierceness that took his breath away. Her hips slammed against his, the sound of skin against skin filling the room, mingling with their heavy breathing and the persistent patter of rain against the windows.

"Harder," Giselle demanded, her voice a low growl. "I want to feel you cum in me."

Kylian's eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open in a silent groan as Giselle's words and actions pushed him closer to the edge. He bucked his hips, meeting her thrusts with equal intensity, the pleasure bordering on pain. His hands slid down to her ass, gripping the soft flesh tightly as he guided her movements.

Giselle’s arms wrapped tightly around Kylian's shoulders as her orgasm hit, her arousal dripping from her and down the length of Kylian’s cock.

Kylian's breath caught in his throat as Giselle's orgasm washed over her, her walls clenching around him tightly. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing him closer to his own release. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust up into her, chasing his own pleasure.

“Use me until you cum,” Giselle whispered hotly into his ear as she rode out her climax.

Within one swift motion, Kylian had Giselle on her knees, a deep arch in her back, and her head rested against the plush arm of the sofa.

Kylian positioned himself behind Giselle, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he admired the sight before him. Her body was arched beautifully, her ass lifted invitingly, and her head rested on the sofa arm, hair fanned out like a dark halo. He ran a hand possessively over the curve of her backside, squeezing the flesh appreciatively.

"You're mine," Kylian growled, his voice low and dominant as he spread her open from behind, almost cumming on the spot at the sight of her pussy, her reddened clit swollen as her entrance gaped ever so slightly.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. The intensity of his voice sent shivers racing down her spine, heightening her arousal. Each thrust was deliberate and forceful, igniting a fiery passion deep within them both.

Giselle moaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and desperation. "I want to feel you everywhere," she gasped, her body arching to encourage him further. She relished the raw energy flowing between them, each movement drawing them closer to ecstasy.

Kylian responded by gripping her waist tighter, shifting the angle of his thrusts to find that sweet spot where his cock kissed against her cervix.

“Like that?” he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent tremors through her body. He increased the intensity, his thrusts becoming unrelenting as he claimed her.

“Yes, baby! Just like that!” Giselle cried out, her voice breathless and laced with pleasure. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, harmonizing with the rhythmic pattern of rain outside—a symphony of desire and intimacy.

Kylian's grip tightened as he leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, feeling every quiver and shake of her body. He buried his face into her hair, inhaling her scent deeply as if it could ground him in the moment that felt almost otherworldly. Each thrust drove him deeper into a whirlwind of pure ecstasy.

“You’re so tight,” he rasped, the words escaping as a desperate plea. “I can’t hold back…” The edge of his arousal was roaring high, and the sensation of being enveloped by her warmth was intoxicating.

Giselle gasped, feeling his breath against her skin—a reminder of the connection they shared. “Please don't you dare hold back,” she urged, pushing back against him. “I want all of you.”

With a growl of approval, Kylian removed Giselle from the chair and lifted her into his arms, pulling her into his arms to find the nearest wall and pin her against it.

The sudden shift in position took Giselle by surprise, a shock jolting through her as Kylian pressed her back firmly against the cool wall. Their eyes locked, and the raw intensity between them ignited like a wildfire. Kylian's hands gripped her thighs, lifting her as he positioned himself at her entrance once more, his body eager and ready.

Without breaking eye contact, he sank back into her, filling her once again in one fluid motion. The wall was hard against her back, but nothing could deter the pleasure that coursed through them. Giselle let out a breathy moan, reveling in the feeling of being lifted and claimed all at once.

“Can I go all the way?” Kylian asked, his voice gruff with desire.

“Yes,” Giselle nodded eagerly, her eyes widening as he leaned into her.

Kylian's eyes flashed with a primal intensity as he took Giselle's nod as permission. With a deep, guttural groan, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a hint of pain that only served to heighten her arousal.

She knew she would feel the ghost of his touch on her body in days to come, and she wanted it all, every moment, every lingering ache that reminded her of this encounter. The connection between them deepened with each thrust, the sound of their bodies mingling with the rain outside—a symphony of intimacy wrapped in chaos and passion.

Kylian's grip on her thighs tightened as he held her against the wall, the strength of his body contrasting beautifully with her softness. He thrust deep and hard, the rhythm steady yet wild enough to send jolts of pleasure racing through her.

"That's it, ma belle," Kylian murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "Feel me. Feel everything."

Giselle's head fell back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the sensations—each thrust pulling her closer to the precipice of bliss. "Kylian," she gasped, the sound of an urgent plea as he hit that sweet spot, sending stars flashing behind her closed eyelids.

"Open your eyes," he commanded in a low growl, his thrusts unwavering. Reluctantly, she obeyed, locking eyes with him, and what she found in his gaze sent a rush of heat flooding through her—desire, possessiveness, and urgency that made her heart race.

"Yes, just like that," Kylian urged, his tone thick with lust. The energy radiating between them bound them tighter, motivating their movements as he varied the depth and speed of his thrusts, each penetrating stroke writing a story in their bodies.

Giselle felt the pressure mounting, every fiber of her being clenching in anticipation as their bodies moved in synchronicity, a perfect dance of pleasure. “I’m so close,” she gasped, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts as her body quivered against the wall.

Kylian's focus sharpened, his expression fierce and determined. “Me too," he admitted breathlessly, quickening his pace. The power and urgency of his thrusts amplified the delight coursing through her.

“Let go, Giselle," he urged, his voice low and seductive. "Let it take you.”

With that, as if the gate of her pleasure was flung wide open, Giselle surrendered completely. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her, pulling her under, and as she reached her peak, she cried out his name, a beautiful melody of longing and fulfillment.

Feeling her walls tightening around him, the sight and sound of her pleasure unlocked Kylian's release. With a strangled shout, he thrust one final time, pouring himself into her, a primal instinct driving him as their bodies molded together in a shared bliss that echoed against the otherwise quiet backdrop of the rain.

They both collapsed against the wall, breathless and spent, Kylian's arms wrapped securely around her as he held her close, ensuring she felt every whispered heartbeat against her chest.

Tension and softness intertwined, and in that drenched moment, they knew they were not just lovers but entangled souls wrapped within the intimacy of that rainy day—a memory that would linger, warming the lonely days ahead.

Wordlessly, Kylian took Giselle from the living room, maneuvering through the lower level of his house to the staircase so he could take her upstairs to his bedroom.

The moments following their passionate encounter in Kylian’s living room were soft and gentle in comparison.

Kylian lay with his head on the plush pillow, softly pulling Giselle against him, her back nestled against his chest. The rain continued to drum a soothing rhythm against the windows, wrapping the world outside in a cocoon of sound that made their intimate space feel even more secluded.

“Are you okay?” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. The tenderness in his voice made her heart swell.

Giselle smiled, her eyes glimmering with satisfaction and something deeper. “Better than okay,” she replied, turning her head slightly to catch his gaze. “Kiss me…” she whispered, her voice husky and inviting, making it unmistakably clear what she wanted.

Kylian’s lips curved into a smile as he leaned in, capturing her mouth with his in a soft, lingering kis.

“Can we stay like this for a while?” Giselle asked, her fingers curling around his, needing the connection.

“Of course,” Kylian replied, his voice warm and reassuring. He shifted slightly, making sure she was comfortably nestled against him, their bodies fitting together perfectly like pieces of a puzzle. The hazy light filtering through the clouds created a cozy atmosphere, as if time had slowed to allow them to bask in the afterglow of their shared intimacy.

“However, Melissa called and invited us to join her and the children for dinner,” he told her, the playful glint returning to his eyes. “Isabella has been asking for you.”

Giselle chuckled softly, a lightness returning to her heart at the mention of Kylian’s five-year-old niece. “I’d love to, I had so much fun with her and Isayah the last time we were together.”

“Then it’s settled; dinner with Melissa and the kids it is,” Kylian said, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “But first…” He leaned down to plant soft, lingering kisses along her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. Giselle giggled, her body tingling in response to his affection.

Giselle was captivated by Kylian, his touch igniting a warmth within her that spread through every inch of her body. She leaned into his kisses, her own hands exploring the contours of his strong arms and broad chest, relishing the feeling of their bodies melded together in a soft embrace.

A few hours later, Giselle's eyes fluttered open as she smoothed her hand over Kylian's back, who lay on top of her, stirring from a slumber she didn't recall falling into.

The rain outside had stopped, but the sky remained grey and gloomy, casting a dim light throughout Kylian's bedroom.

As Giselle looked at him, she couldn't help but smile, feeling an overwhelming sense of comfort and safety wrapped in his arms. The warmth of their previous encounter still lingered, a delicious memory anchored in her mind. She brushed her fingers over Kylian's hair, admiring the way the light played off his features.

"Hey," she whispered, her voice soft, as she watched him stir awake.

Kylian blinked sleepily, a lazy smile creeping across his face as he shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. “What time is it?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

She glanced at the bedside clock. “It’s almost five. We should probably get ready to head over to Melissa's soon.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, clearly not keen on moving just yet. Instead, he leaned down and captured her lips in a lazy kiss, the kind that spoke of slow, feverish intimacy rather than urgency.

Giselle melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she deepened the kiss, savoring the electric connection that always sprang to life between them. Kylian's hands roamed her sides, fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt, brushing against her skin—a delightful sensation that sent shivers down her spine.

“Shower with me,” Kylian suggested, his voice a low murmur.

Giselle's eyes sparkled with mischief at Kylian's suggestion. "Carry me,” she smirked.

Kylian grinned mischievously, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "With pleasure," he replied, his voice a low rumble. In one swift motion, he scooped Giselle up into his arms, holding her close against his chest as he stood from the bed.

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck for support as he carried her towards the ensuite bathroom. The cool air against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, but Kylian's warmth quickly chased it away.

He kicked the bathroom door shut behind them and set Giselle down gently on the marble countertop. The spacious bathroom was adorned with sleek, modern fixtures and a large, walkin shower with multiple rainfall showerheads.

Kylian turned to start the shower, adjusting the temperature until steam began to fill the room. He then turned back to Giselle, his gaze heated as he took in the sight of her sitting there in his shirt, her hair tousled from their earlier activities.

"Come here," he murmured, holding out his hand to her.

Giselle's heart raced as she placed her hand in Kylian's, allowing him to pull her off the counter and into his arms once more. The steam from the shower enveloped them, making her skin prickle with anticipation.

Kylian's hands roamed over her body, slipping beneath the hem of his shirt that she wore. His touch was electric, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins. He lifted the shirt slowly, revealing her bare skin inch by inch, before pulling it completely off and tossing it aside.

His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her, completely bare before him. Without a word, he scooped her up again and stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over their bodies.

A few hours later, Giselle and Kylian found themselves sitting in the living room of Melissa’s bustling home as Isabella and Isayah played on the floor. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, filled with laughter and the delightful aroma of homemade pasta wafting in from the kitchen. Melissa, comfortable in her maternal role, moved gracefully between the kitchen and living room, ensuring everyone had what they needed.

Giselle watched Kylian as he interacted with the children, a bright smile spreading across her face. He had a natural way with them, his playful spirit shining through as he lifted Isabella, who squealed with delight, spinning her around and making her giggle uncontrollably. Isayah joined in, trying to imitate his uncle, and soon there was a whirlwind of giggles and lighthearted chaos.

The familial scene tugged at Giselle's heartstrings, making her grateful she could share these moments with Kylian. She felt a warmth growing within her as she imagined their future—perhaps a family of their own someday, echoing with laughter and love.

Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed when Kylian plopped down beside her on the sofa, an amused grin on his face as he caught her gaze. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, nudging her playfully with his shoulder.

“Just how amazing you are with them,” she replied, leaning into him slightly.

“They are my favorite people in the world, I feel like I can be completely myself around them,” he said, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity.

Giselle smiled, taking the moment to admire the affection. “Do you think they understand their uncle is thee Kylian Mbappé?” she asked, a playful sparkle in her eyes.

Kylian chuckled, shaking his head. “To them, I’m just Uncle Kylian. They see the football player who comes to visit, but all they really want is to play and have fun.”

“That’s sweet,” Giselle said, the warmth bubbling in her chest at the genuine affection Kylian had for the children. “You’re a great uncle.”

“Thanks,” he replied, brushing his fingers through his hair. “I just want them to have a good life and feel loved.”

“I’m sure they do,” Giselle replied, her voice soft and sincere. She could see how much Kylian cared—not just for Isabella and Isayah but for everyone who mattered in his life. This was the man behind all the mystique and headlines.

“Come with me,” Kylian murmured into her ear, taking Giselle's hand into his so he could pull her from her seat and out of the living room.

Leading Giselle into the vacant kitchen, he pulled her body closer to his, away from the laughter and chaos of the living room. The warmth of the kitchen enveloped them, with the rich aroma of garlic and herbs wafting through the air, drawing them into a cocoon of intimacy.

“What are we doing?” Giselle asked with a playful lilt in her voice, a smile dancing across her lips as she watched Kylian’s expression shift from playful to serious.

“You’ll see,” he replied cryptically, his eyes glinting with mischief. He pulled her closer until their bodies were nearly flush against each other, the heat radiating from his skin igniting a familiar spark between them.

Kylian leaned down, brushing his lips against her neck, the warmth of his breath causing her to shudder slightly. “I just wanted a moment with you alone,” he murmured, his voice low and inviting. The way he looked at her, filled with desire and a hint of vulnerability, made her heart thump wildly in her chest.

Giselle tilted her head back, giving him more access to her neck as she sighed in contentment. “I loved spending a lazy day with you… but this is nice too.” Her fingers found their way to his neck, as she pulled him closer, their mouths almost touching.

“So, you enjoyed escapade this morning?” he teased, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Giselle laughed lightly, feeling a heat rise to her cheeks. “You know I did, but let’s not talk about that right now,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper as Kylian’s lips ghosted over her collarbone.

“Why not?” he teased, his breath sending shivers down her spine. “I quite like remembering the way your body responded to me.”

The memory of their earlier passion flickered through her mind, and she felt her skin flush at the recollection of his hands roaming her body, the intensity of their connection. “You’re going to get us in trouble,” she murmured, biting her lip as a truth settled in her chest.

Kylian chuckled softly, leaning in to place a playful kiss to her lips. “Relax,” he whispered against her mouth.

Melissa watched Kylian and Giselle from afar as she set the dining table. As someone who had known him well before he became who he was to the world, she had seen him in relationships, met his flings and gave advice where needed. But there was something about Giselle that felt different.

Kylian wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body flush against his as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, bowing his head to whisper something into Giselle’s ear that made her giggle.

Their body language spoke volumes; Giselle looked at Kylian as if he had all the universe's secrets, and he held her as if she did.

Melissa looked away, shaking her head in amusement as Kylian's hands slipped to Giselle’s backside, and he squeezed gently, teasing her with playful intimacy.

“Kylian, stop,” Giselle giggled, removing his hands from her only to have them return to her butt seconds later as he disregarded her protests. The playful dance between them was like a magnet that drew Melissa's gaze back, held captive by the vibrant energy. It was more than flirtation—it was an unspoken connection, a harmony that seemed to resonate in the air around them.

As Melissa finished setting the table, she couldn’t help but steal another glance. Kylian's playful demeanor had always been charming, but with Giselle, it seemed to blossom, fueled by a chemistry that was palpable even from a distance. She watched as he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against her neck, the gesture intimate yet casual.

It was clear as day to Melissa the potential between them. Whatever facade Kylian maintained in public, with Giselle he was wholly and unapologetically himself. The laughter, the banter, the possessive glances—they were all pieces of something deeper forming between them, a bond that resonated beyond the superficiality of celebrity life.

“Dinner’s ready!” Melissa called out, breaking the spell and beckoning the two into the dining area. Kylian reluctantly pulled away from Giselle, a playful pout on his lips as he threw her a teasing wink. She returned the gesture with a playful smirk, their unspoken connection still sparking between them as they joined everyone at the table.

The dinner was filled with joyous chatter, laughter, and the clinking of cutlery against plates—the warmth of family wrapping around them like a soft blanket. Giselle took great delight in watching Kylian engage with Isabella and Isayah, his carefree nature shining as he shared stories and made silly faces, igniting their giggles.

As Giselle watched Kylian interact with his niece and nephew, she couldn't help but reflect on their very first conversation. During that initial talk, she expressed her disbelief in love—a sentiment she never anticipated would lead her to such a place of warmth and emotion. A place where the idea of love was something she had opened her heart to.

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