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

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 1

“Everything about this place is so dreamy,” Camille gushed as she linked arms with Giselle. Their heels clicked, almost synchronized, as they slowly walked through the opulent hallway.

“It is,” Giselle agreed, taking in the intricate hand painted design on the high ceilings.

Both women had journeyed to France on numerous occasions, but this visit held a special significance. This time, they found themselves in Europe to joyfully celebrate the engagement of their dear friend, Elise. The air was filled with excitement and anticipation as they prepared to partake in this momentous occasion, surrounded by the enchanting beauty of the French landscape.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” Camille noted as she took in her best friend. Not a hair on her head was out of place, her soft makeup had been done to perfection, and her dress looked as if it had been painted onto her body, but she could still tell something was amiss.

“I'm just taking everything in. This house is beautiful,” Giselle smiled softly, though it didn't quite reach her eyes as she turned to look at Camille.

“I agree, but we should probably head back downstairs to the party and celebrate with our friends instead of gushing over Venetian decor,” she smirked, leading Giselle back towards the staircase that took them back down to the party.

The engagement celebration was a joint collaboration hosted by Elise’s parents and her fiance Jules’. Both families came from money, and the opulence of the house reflected that perfectly. Chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a warm, inviting light across the elegantly dressed guests who danced and mingled in a sea of laughter and joy.

As they reached the grand ballroom, Giselle felt a wave of excitement wash over her. She spotted Elise in the center, glowing in her stunning white gown, surrounded by admirers and well-wishers.

Elise pointed at Giselle when their eyes met, playfully waving her over. Giselle's heart raced as she weaved through the crowd, Camille at her side. There was something magnetic about Elise's energy tonight; it was as if her joy radiated, pulling everyone closer to her. Giselle couldn’t help but smile, feeling caught up in the whirlwind of love and happiness that enveloped the room.

As they approached, Elise engulfed Giselle in a warm embrace. "You look amazing! You are going to be such a perfect bridesmaid!" she smiled brightly.

Giselle felt a rush of warmth at Elise's words, her heart fluttering with the excitement of the evening. "Thank you! You’re the one who looks stunning!” she replied, stepping back to admire her friend.

Giselle and Elise met around seven years ago as teenagers when they were both booked to walk in a Dolce and Gabbana show in Milan.

Since then, both women's careers have gone from strength to strength. They have walked catwalks in Paris, Milan, and New York, their photographs gracing the covers of magazines all over the world. But tonight, it wasn't just their modeling careers that caused their hearts to race; it was the joy of friendship, the celebration of love, and an intangible chemistry that coursed through the air.

Giselle felt a familiar flutter in her stomach as she admired Elise's gown—its delicate lace and intricate beadwork seemed to capture the light in a way that made Elise radiate. "I can't believe you're engaged! This is so surreal!" Giselle exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement.

Elise laughed, her eyes twinkling like the chandeliers above. "I know! It feels like a dream, but I promise it's all real. And you have to help me plan the most fabulous wedding!"

“Of course!” Giselle beamed as Elise wrapped her arms around her once again. The warmth of her embrace sent a thrill coursing through Giselle, igniting memories of their shared dreams and whispered secrets from years past.

As the women parted, Elise was called to the other side of the room, leaving Giselle and Camille standing side by side, watching the festivities unfold. The vibrant music filled the air, blending effortlessly with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses.

"You know," Camille said, breaking the spell of the moment, "there’s something undeniably enchanting about seeing Elise so happy. It almost makes me believe in fairy tales."

Giselle nodded absentmindedly, her gaze still lingering on Elise as she twirled in her gown, laughter spilling from her lips. There was a certain magic in the air, charged with the promise of love and new beginnings. Yet beneath that excitement, Giselle felt a deeper stirring within herself—an awareness that had been brewing for some time now.

"What's on your mind?" Camille asked, interrupting Giselle's reverie.

She hesitated, her heart racing. "It’s just… seeing Elise like this, it makes me think about my own life, where I’m heading." She paused, glancing at Camille, who had a knowing look in her eyes.

“I get it. You’ve been so focused on your career. But love could find you at any moment, you know?" Camille replied, a teasing lilt in her voice.

"Maybe," Giselle smiled, but her heart felt heavier than she wanted to admit. The truth was, no matter how glamorous her life appeared from the outside, there was a void that seemed to grow larger with each passing moment.

Just as Giselle was about to voice her thoughts, a figure stepped into her periphery. It was Jules, Elise's fiancé, who approached with an air of confidence, a charming smile on his face.

“Giselle, there you are!” he exclaimed, his gaze piercing through the throng of guests. “You look stunning, by the way.”

“Thank you, Jules!” she replied, her cheeks heating under his compliment.

"My parents were asking if there was anyone to toast us and Elise suggested you would be the woman for the job,” he smirked, a playful glint in his eyes.

Giselle felt a flutter of nerves wash over her. “Me? Toast? I’m not sure I’m the right choice for that,” she stammered, glancing towards Camille, who gave her an encouraging nod.

"You’ll be perfect. Just speak from the heart," Jules encouraged, his tone sincere. “You were there the night we met.”

Giselle felt her pulse quicken at the thought of that night—the way Elise had sparkled under the dim lights, the chemistry between them palpable even then. She nodded, trying to suppress the rising tide of emotional vulnerability.

“Alright, I’ll give it a shot,” she said, forcing a smile.

“Good! I’ll let Elise know. We’ll need a moment before the cake cutting,” Jules said before blending back into the crowd.

“See?” Camille chimed in, nudging Giselle playfully with her elbow. “Just like that, you’re in the spotlight! And it’s good practice for when you’re toasting Elise at the wedding—because let’s face it, you'll be the star of the show.”

With a deep breath, Giselle tried to eat away at the nerves nipping at her. The energy in the room was intoxicating, and Elise’s joy was contagious, yet Giselle felt the weight of her own unspoken desires loom over her.

“I guess I’ll have to dig deep for this toast,” she murmured, staring into the glass of champagne in her hand.

“What do you mean?” Camille asked, arching an eyebrow.

Giselle hesitated for a moment, before pushing her thoughts to the back of her mind. Despite her inner turmoil, the party was in celebration of her friend's happiness.

“It's nothing, honestly,” she said, shaking her head as she forced a bright smile on her face. "Just a moment of introspection, I suppose."

Camille scrutinized her for a moment, sensing the undercurrents of Giselle's emotions, but decided to let it go—for now. She raised her own glass, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, whatever's brewing in that beautiful head of yours, let’s celebrate love tonight! Here’s to Elise and Jules!"

They clinked their glasses together, the sound ringing sweetly in the air, and Giselle took a sip, trying to drown out the thoughts swirling in her mind. Each sip was a reminder to embrace the joy of the night, to bask in the celebration of love and friendship.

As the evening progressed, Giselle found herself swept up in the festivities. The music pulsed around her, and the laughter was infectious. Guests twirled and danced like colorful petals caught in a whirlwind, and as she watched Elise and Jules share a tender moment, something stirred deep within her.

When it was finally time for Giselle to give her toast, she felt a rush of excitement mixed with nerves. She looked around at the gathered guests, spotting familiar faces interspersed with others she recognized from Elise's life but hadn’t had the chance to meet before.

“May I have everyone’s attention, please?” she called, raising her glass as she stood at the center of the ballroom.

The room quieted, and all eyes turned toward her. Giselle took a deep breath, the weight of expectation settling like butterflies in her stomach.

“First of all, I want to say how truly honored I am to stand here tonight, among all of you, to celebrate the love of Elise and Jules,” she began, her voice steady though tinged with emotion. “I’ve had the privilege of knowing Elise for many years, and let me tell you, she is a force of nature.”

Giselle’s gaze found Elise, who smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling with encouragement.

“There have been countless moments over the years where Elise’s passion and warmth have lifted my spirit—like that time we got lost in the streets of Paris after a show, only to find ourselves at a little café, sharing secrets and dreams until the sun came up,” she continued, feeling the memories flow through her. “She has a way of turning every ordinary moment into something extraordinary.”

She glanced at Jules, who stood proudly beside Elise, beaming with love. “And Jules, having seen the way you look at Elise, it’s clear that you cherish her heart as much as she deserves to be cherished. You’ve brought out a glow in her that lights up every room, and for that, I’m grateful.”

The audience clapped softly, but Giselle could feel the tension within her building. As she spoke, her heart ached with both joy and a yearning she couldn’t quite articulate. “Love is such a beautiful journey filled with twists and turns,” she continued. “It’s messy and complicated, and sometimes it’s as simple as the way someone makes you feel alive.”

She paused, emotions flaring, and she could sense introspection wash over the guests. “If tonight teaches us anything, let it be to cherish the moments we have with those we love, because they are the ones that create the most vibrant colors in the tapestry of our lives.”

As she concluded her speech, Giselle felt the warmth radiating from the crowd, mingling with the bittersweet longing bubbling within her. She raised her glass higher, her voice catching slightly. “So here’s to love, in all its forms—may we celebrate it always!”

The clink of glasses rang out as the guests raised their own in acknowledgment, their smiles wide and genuine. Giselle felt a flood of relief give way to a swell of pride; she had done it. She had shared her heart, and the intimate connection to Elise had breathed life into her toast.

When she stepped down, Elise rushed over, her expression a mix of love and admiration. “You were incredible, Giselle! I’m so grateful you said yes!”

"I'm really happy you enjoyed it," Giselle replied, hoping her voice didn’t betray the emotions swirling within her.

Before Elise had the chance to respond, her mother called out for the cake cutting, pulling Elise back into the festivities. Giselle watched her go, feeling an ache in her chest that seemed to reflect more than just the happiness in the room.

Making her way towards a set of doors that led outside to a sprawling backyard, Giselle stepped out, hoping to catch her breath and collect her thoughts amid the enchanting ambiance of the evening. The night air was cool, providing a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the ballroom, and the soft glow of fairy lights strung overhead created a magical atmosphere.

She wandered through the manicured gardens, her heels clicking softly against the cobblestone path As she walked deeper into the serene space, she could hear the distant sounds of laughter and celebration, but they faded into a comforting backdrop, allowing her mind to drift.

Giselle settled on a wrought-iron bench surrounded by fragrant blooms, their scents mingling in the air. Thoughts of her toast swirled in her mind, but more prominently, her heart tugged with the realization of her feelings.

After enduring a tumultuous and acrid breakup two years prior, Giselle had sworn an oath to herself—a steadfast commitment to never again allow anyone the power to shatter her heart as her ex had done. The emotional scars were still tender, and the memories of betrayal lingered like shadows in her mind.

Yet, as she found herself enveloped by an atmosphere brimming with authentic affection and unwavering love, a deep yearning began to swell within her. The kind of love that radiated from those around her was intoxicating, its warmth both inviting and intimidating. It ignited a desire in her that was as exhilarating as it was frightening, awakening fears that perhaps she'd never truly healed. Giselle was torn between the longing for connection and the protective walls she had built to shield herself from future pain.

"You delivered a truly beautiful speech," came a voice laced with a heavy French accent, the rich timbre of it lingering in the air. The sound startled Giselle, prompting her to pivot her head in surprise, wide-eyed at the sight of an unexpected guest standing beside her. The softness of their tone contrasted sharply with her sudden jolt, leaving her momentarily disoriented.

The man stood tall, his presence commanding yet relaxed, a charming smile on his face that could light up the night.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, taking a step closer to the bench she sat on.

Giselle felt her heart skip a beat. There was something undeniably magnetic about him; the way he carried himself, the flirtation in his smile, and the intensity of his gaze. He was strikingly handsome, with chiseled features and a glint of mischief in his dark eyes that made it hard for her to look away.

“Um, sure,” she stammered, trying to regain her composure as she gestured for him to sit.

As he lowered himself onto the bench, the air around them felt electrified, charged with a curious energy that sent a tingle down Giselle’s spine. “I’m Kylian,” he introduced himself, extending a hand towards her. “And you are Giselle, right? The toast was beautiful!”

“Thank you, Kylian,” she smiled weakly, shaking his hand.

“You didn't like it?” he asked curiously as he picked up on her mood.

“No, I really did! I just…” Giselle faltered, searching for the right words. “I didn’t expect to be asked to speak. It felt... vulnerable.”

Kylian leaned forward slightly, intrigued. “Vulnerability often leads to the most genuine connections, don’t you think? Especially in a place like this, where it is all about love.”

“What if I don't believe in love?” Giselle asked in an attempt to consolidate her own feelings.

“Juels and Elise are in love.” Kylian pointed out, it was clear as day.

“I don't think my purpose is for romantic love,” Giselle shrugged, making Kylian look at her with curiosity dancing in his brown eyes.

“Why not?” he asked; Kylian himself was a man who didn't believe he had the time nor dedication to commit himself to someone fully in the way that his friends had, but to hear it roll so casually off Giselle’s tongue intrigued him.

Giselle sighed, the weight of her unspoken thoughts blooming into the cool night air. “I suppose I’ve been hurt before, and it’s hard to believe in something that feels so... elusive.”

Kylian studied her, his expression contemplative. He understood where she was coming from, but he also knew that love existed even if it was something he himself tried to avoid.

“Sometimes, it’s the risk that makes it worthwhile,” he replied, his tone thoughtful. “That raw vulnerability can lead to unexpected moments of joy. What if love appears in a form you never anticipated, or from someone who can truly see you for who you are?”

His words hung in the air between them, thick with possibility. Giselle shifted slightly, taken aback by the depth of his insight. “And what if it turns out to be a mistake?” she countered, her voice slightly firmer despite the flutter of intrigue growing inside her.

Kylian’s smile remained unfaltering, but his eyes sparkled with a mischief that piqued her interest. “Mistakes are just learning opportunities dressed in disappointment. Besides, sometimes the most beautiful stories have a rocky beginning.” He leaned back against the bench, as if the words had painted an impressive picture in his mind.

Giselle couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his charm. “You sound like a poet,” she teased, relaxing a little into the conversation.

“Perhaps,” he said with a wink, unabashed. “But tonight is about celebration, and I believe we should celebrate the moments we have—both joyful and painful.”

As they exchanged smiles, Giselle felt her emotions ease a little.

“And I am a football player, we are just as insightful as poets,” Kylian joked, making Giselle laugh, the sound filling the air around them.

Giselle felt the last of her tension dissipate as the laughter flowed between them, warming her heart. Kylian had an effortless charm, a magnetic energy that made her feel seen and understood in this whirlwind of celebration. As they continued to talk, she found herself captivated by his stories—his passion for the game, the camaraderie of his team, and even the dreams he had beyond football.

“Do you play for a local club in France?” Giselle asked, genuinely interested.

“I play out in Madrid,” he replied, a hint of pride in his voice. “It’s been a journey, but it’s my love. What about you? Is modelling your main focus?”

“Modelling and acting,” she nodded. “I travel a lot for work, and each project feels like a new adventure, but sometimes it can be exhausting. Still, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Kylian's gaze held hers, and in that moment, Giselle felt a strong connection building—a sense of familiarity and comfort that felt like a breath of fresh air amidst the glamour and nerves of the evening.

“Just like the pitch, right?” he said, leaning a little closer. “You put your heart into every performance, pouring yourself into the art of it. It’s easy to forget to enjoy the process, though.”

“Amen to that,” Giselle laughed lightly, feeling a spark of excitement flicker between them. “I’ve witnessed so many beautiful moments, but at times, I find myself lost in the chaos of everything. It’s… tiring, I suppose.”

“Then let’s make an agreement,” Kylian offered, his voice low and enticing. “Let’s enjoy tonight then, without any expectations. Just two people celebrating friendship, laughter, and how surreal it all is.”

Giselle smiled, a playful gleam in her eyes. “A toast to that!” She raised her now-empty glass, clinking it against his before placing it carefully on the bench beside her.

They fell into easy conversation, sharing stories of the fashion world and football, but as the noise from the celebration faded into the background, Giselle felt her heart race with an unspoken tension. Kylian wasn’t just a charming stranger; there was something deeper kindling between them, a conversation beyond mere words.

As the evening continued, guests began to trickle, gathering their things as they prepared to depart. The joyful ambiance was still palpable, but Giselle felt a tug in her chest knowing the night was winding down.

“Looks like the party is starting to wind down,” Kylian murmured, shifting slightly to glance around the room. “Do you have plans for the rest of the evening?”

Giselle bit her lip, her heart racing at the idea of being swept into the dance floor with him, of losing herself in the rhythm and energy that seemed to pulsate between them. “I’m probably just going to head up to bed, it’s been a really long day.”

“I can walk you,” Kylian offered, his eyes lighting up with that charming spark she’d noticed earlier. There was a genuine softness to his voice, like he truly meant his words. “I wouldn’t want you wandering these halls alone, especially after such a beautiful evening.”

Giselle felt a rush of warmth spread through her at the thought of having him beside her, the night still filled with the magic of newfound connection. “That would be nice,” she replied, unable to keep a smile from her face.

As they walked together, the chatter of guests and the music faded behind them, replaced by the clicking of Giselle’s heels against the floors as they made their way through the house.

“You don't have to walk me all the way to my room,” Giselle blushed as she slowly walked beside Kylian, the balls of her feet aching to be removed from the open-toe heels she’d worn all evening.

“My parents raised a gentleman,” he smirked, turning to her slightly. His chest warmed as he watched a smile spread across her face.

“I’m sure they did,” Giselle laughed teasingly.

“If they hadn't, I would have told you how beautiful your body looks in that dress and how much I enjoyed watching you tonight.” He paused, his French accent thick as he gauged her reaction, his heart racing just a bit faster.

Giselle's smile widened, and a hint of mischief sparkled in her eyes. “Is that so? What else would you say if you weren't a gentleman?”

Kylian shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant, though the playful challenge in her voice made his pulse quicken. “That I am dying to see what's underneath.”

“What would you do with it?” Giselle asked softly, a warmth spreading through her as she locked eyes with him, her breath hitching slightly at the boldness of their exchange. There was a daring thrill in their playful banter, and she felt an electric charge course through her veins.

Kylian's gaze intensified, his dark eyes searching her face for any hint of hesitation. “What would I do?” He stepped a fraction closer, his voice lowering to a sultry whisper that sent shivers down her spine. “I would take my time exploring every inch, savoring the softness of your skin against my own.”

Giselle's heart raced, her cheeks flushing at his words. The world around them faded, leaving only the intoxicating lure of their heightened connection. “And what if I wanted to explore you, too?” she countered, emboldened by the shared intimacy of their conversation.

Kylian grinned, clearly taken aback by her response, and then leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her ear. “Then I would let you, and I would teach you things.”

Giselle trembled at the thought, her imagination running wild with possibilities. The laughter and music of the party seemed a world away as she felt the space between them shrink even further. She could sense the desire swirling around them, blending with the heady atmosphere of the evening.

“Maybe we should find another place to continue this conversation,” she suggested breathlessly, her heart pounding in her chest, emboldened by the thrill of secrecy and adventure.

Kylian’s eyes flickered with interest, the corners of his mouth curling into a knowing smirk. “Come back to my place,” he suggested, his voice charged with a mix of daring and allure. “I promise it’ll be worth your while.”

Giselle hesitated for a moment, weighing the thrill of the unknown against the cautious voice in her mind. But as she looked into Kylian's eyes, she saw a warmth that beckoned her, a promise of adventure and indulgence. The buzz of the party felt like a distant memory; all she could focus on was the magnetic energy between them.

“I’ll have you back here in the morning,” Kylian assured her, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Unless, of course, you’d rather stay longer…” He let the insinuation hang in the air, effectively tilting the balance of her caution against exhilaration.

Giselle’s breath caught, a thrill surging through her as she considered his proposition. “Elise’s bridal party is having brunch here tomorrow, I need to be back in the morning.”

Kylian’s expression brightened, clearly intrigued by the challenge. “You have my word,” he replied, leaning in slightly. The proximity heightened her senses, the warmth of his body radiating toward her like an inviting flame as his hands found her hips.

“Just tonight,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to hers, the teasing lilt of his voice stirring something deep within her.

Giselle's mind raced with anticipation. She could feel the heat of his hands on her hips, grounding her in the moment as desire pooled in the pit of her stomach. “Just tonight,” she repeated with a playful smirk, a challenge hanging in her tone as she took a bold step closer.

Kylian's eyes sparkled with mischief and barely contained excitement as he pulled Giselle flush against him, one hand sliding up to tangle in her hair while the other remained firmly on her hip. He dipped his head, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Just tonight... for now."

He pressed a lingering kiss just below her ear, letting his lips linger and savoring her soft gasp. Then, with a final squeeze of her hip, he took her hand and led her swiftly but gently through the house and out to the waiting car.

As the driver held the door open, Kylian ushered Giselle inside the sleek, luxurious vehicle. The cool leather seats welcomed her as he slid in beside her, the door closing with a soft thud. In the intimate confines of the car, the air felt charged.

Placing his hand on her bare thigh, Kylian turned his head to her, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. The warm hush of the car enveloped them, and Giselle felt almost cocooned in this moment of thrilling intimacy. The rhythm of the drive was punctuated by the soft thrum of the engine and the distant sounds of the party fading away.

“Are you nervous?” Kylian asked, his voice a deep, inviting tone. There was a playful lilt to his words, but Giselle could tell he was genuinely curious.

“Not anymore,” she said, her confidence bolstered by the heat of his hand on her thigh. “In fact, I’m quite excited.”

“Good,” Kylian replied, a satisfied smile spreading across his lips. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin, and the closeness made her heart race even faster.

As the car moved through the city streets, Giselle felt the anticipation curling in her stomach. Kylian’s fingers traced small, tantalizing patterns on her thigh.

Each gentle caress sent electric shocks of desire coursing through her, pulling her deeper into a whirlpool of heat and longing. She turned to face him, their eyes locking once more, and for a fleeting moment, the world outside blurred away, leaving only the magnetic connection they shared.

“Where are we going?” She ventured, her voice low and teasing, unable to mask the thrill that enveloped her.

“Somewhere we can have some privacy,” he replied, his gaze unwavering, a playful glint in his dark eyes. “Somewhere we can explore this connection without any interruptions.”

As the city lights flashed by the window, every flicker seemed to mirror the rapid beat of her heart. She could feel the air thickening around them, their chemistry palpable, each moment drawing them closer to the edge of something exhilarating.

When the car finally rolled to a stop outside a gated estate , Giselle felt her heart race with a mix of excitement and apprehension. The grand building loomed before them, illuminated by the soft glow of strategically placed lights that cast the carved stone in a romantic hue.

“Your house is stunning,” she breathed, momentarily entranced by the beauty around her.

Kylian unbuckled his seatbelt, turning to her with a grin. “Not as beautiful as you,” he said, the promise in his voice sending another thrill through her.

As they stepped out of the car, Kylian took her hand in his, the warmth of his touch grounding her amidst the fluttering nerves that danced in her stomach. He led her through the entrance, where ornate chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the lavish foyer.

Giselle couldn’t help but admire the elegance surrounding her; the polished marble floors, the exquisite art adorning the walls, and the luxurious furnishings as he led her towards a grand staircase.

combined to create a sense of opulence that felt almost surreal. Yet, it wasn’t the décor that captivated her attention the most; it was Kylian—his presence, his energy, the way he looked at her as if she were the only thing that mattered in that moment.

He guided her up the winding staircase, their fingers intertwined as they ascended. Each step felt like a journey deeper into a world she had only ever dreamed of. The anticipation hung thick in the air, and she could feel her heart racing as they reached the top.

Kylian pushed open the door to his bedroom, revealing an intimate sanctuary bathed in soft, golden light. The room was elegant yet inviting, with a plush king-sized bed draped in luxurious fabrics, candles flickering softly on the nightstands, and velvet curtains framing the large windows. The atmosphere was intoxicating, and Giselle felt as though she had crossed into a realm where anything was possible.

He turned to her, his gaze intense and burning with desire. “Do you like it?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability breaking through his confident façade.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed, unable to tear her eyes away from him. The way he stood there, exuding both strength and charm, sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Kylian stepped closer, closing the distance between them. He reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing against her skin—sparks igniting at the point of contact.

Kylian leaned in, his breath warm against her lips. “I want to show you just how beautiful this can be,” he whispered, his voice low and velvety, igniting a fire within her.

As he captured her lips with his, Giselle felt herself melt into him. The kiss was sweet yet possessive, a mixture of tenderness and raw passion that left her breathless. She responded eagerly, deepening the kiss as he pulled her close, his hands roaming her back, igniting her every nerve ending.

Kylian pulled away slightly, studying her face, his dark eyes swimming with desire. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice thick with longing.

Giselle's heart raced at the question, the intensity of his gaze igniting something deep within her. She nodded, her breath catching in her throat. "Yes," she whispered, the sound barely escaping her lips.

Kylian didn’t need any further invitation. He surged forward, capturing her mouth once more with fervor. This kiss was different, charged with an urgency that sent electric shocks through her body. His hands tangled in her hair as he tilted her head, deepening the kiss until she felt herself leaning into him, craving his warmth.

The world outside faded away, leaving only the intoxicating taste of him, the smell of his cologne, and the undeniable chemistry crackling between them. Kylian broke the kiss for just a moment, his breath mingling with hers as he pressed his forehead against hers, reaching for the hem of her dress as their eyes met.

Giselle felt a rush of warmth radiate through her as Kylian's fingers brushed the delicate fabric of her dress. It was as if the world around them disappeared entirely, leaving just the two of them suspended in this moment of intense connection. Her heart raced as she searched his eyes for any hesitation, but all she saw was an overwhelming desire mirrored in his gaze.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked softly, his voice a deep, enticing whisper that sent shivers down her spine.

Giselle licked her lips, nodding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. “I am,” she breathed, “I want this.”

With that affirmation, Kylian smiled like a man who had just been given a treasure, and in the next instant, he swept her into his embrace, their bodies colliding in a heat that felt electric. His lips crashed against hers again, this kiss more intense and passionate than before. She melted against him, her hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer as she lost herself in the heat of their connection.

Kylian's hands wandered, exploring the curve of her waist and the softness of her skin beneath her dress. The sensation sent sparks of electricity through her, igniting a hunger she hadn't realized was there.

In one swift motion he pulled it over her head, tossing it aside so she stood before him in only a black lace thong.

Giselle shivered as the cool air hit her exposed skin. The remnants of the dress fluttered to the ground like petals, leaving her feeling both vulnerable and electrified. She was exposed under Kylian's hungry gaze, but instead of feeling shy, a rush of confidence surged through her.

Kylian stepped back slightly, his dark eyes roaming over her body, drinking in every detail as if she were the most exquisite artwork. “You’re breathtaking,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. The way he looked at her made her feel powerful, like every curve of her body was a canvas that he was eager to explore.

"Go and lay down on my bed,” he commanded softly, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with undeniable authority. Giselle's heart raced as she complied, the sultry thrill of the moment sending ripples of anticipation coursing through her.

As she moved toward the plush bed, the soft fabric beneath her felt luxurious against her skin, enhancing the rush of adrenaline racing through her veins. She turned to watch Kylian, who followed closely behind, a predatory glint in his eyes that both thrilled and enchanted her.

“Lay back,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. As she settled into the inviting softness of the bedding, a flutter of excitement rippled through her, her breath hitching slightly at the intoxicating blend of nervousness and desire.

Kylian advanced with a confident grace, his gaze focused entirely on her as if she were the center of his universe. Sinking onto his knees at the edge of the bed, he reached for giselle’s ankle, making her gasp as he tugged her closer.

“Can I taste you?” Giselle's heart raced at Kylian's words, a delightful shiver of anticipation coursing through her body. The challenge in his voice, laced with a sultry promise, sent waves of heat to her core.

“Y-yes,” she breathed, her voice trembling with excitement and a hint of nervousness. His intense gaze made her feel utterly exposed yet beautifully empowered.

Kylian smiled, a knowing grin that darkened with desire. He pressed a gentle kiss just above her ankle, trailing his lips up her leg with feather-light caresses. Every kiss left a trail of fire, igniting her senses as he moved higher, inching closer to the delicate lace of her thong.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin, and she felt herself blush under his praise.

His lips claimed her thigh, kissing and teasing her tender flesh, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. As he continued this delicious torment, she could feel her anticipation building, a molten heat pooling low in her belly.

Kylian’s fingers grazed the edge of her thong, and with a teasing tug, he slid it to the side, his lips hovering dangerously close to her most intimate places. Her breath hitched in her throat, her chest rising and falling with excitement as his gaze locked onto hers, the intensity of his expression sending her heart racing.

Kylian needed no further encouragement. He buried his face between her thighs, his mouth working its magic as he unleashed an onslaught of teasing kisses, his tongue dancing tantalizingly close to where she craved him the most.

Giselle’s back arched, her nipples hardening as a layer of goosebumps covered the surface of her skin as she felt Kylian’s finger trailed a bead of arousal that dripped from her core and down the inside of her thigh.

Kylian’s breath hitched as he traced his fingertip along her leg, marveling at the delicate dance of pleasure and anticipation that flared between them. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body responded to his touch, and it made him crave more.

“Giselle,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, “you’re stunning.” He leaned closer, allowing the warmth of his body to envelop her, his other hand brushing her hair away from her neck as he pressed soft kisses along her collarbone.

The sensation of his lips against her skin ignited a fire within her, and she instinctively arched her back further, inviting him closer. “Kylian,” she whispered, a mix of longing and urgency in her voice as her hips shifted, her core aching for more of his touch.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his eyes locking onto hers, seeking permission, though every part of him was desperate to continue.

Giselle shook her head, her breath hitching as she felt another thrill of desire run through her. “No, please… don’t stop.”

“Such a beautiful pussy,” he drawled, his voice low and slightly strained as he used his fingers to spread her open, groaning at the sight of her puckered pink entrance.

Leaning forward, Kylian breathed in her essence as he allowed her lips to ghost against her before closing the distance between them and placing an open-mouthed kiss on her pussy, humming as he tasted her for the very first time.

Kylian groaned against Giselle's core as he savored her intoxicating flavor, his tongue delving deeper to explore every fold and crevice. He could feel her body shudder and tense beneath him, her arousal coating his lips and chin.

“Mmmm, you taste divine, mon chéri,” he murmured between licks, his accent thicker with lust. “I could eat this pussy for hours.”

His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider as he feasted on her, alternating between broad strokes and targeted flicks of his tongue against her sensitive clit. He could feel her growing more wet and swollen with each pass.

Kylian's arousal strained against his boxers, his cock throbbing with the need for friction. But he ignored it, focusing solely on Giselle's pleasure, determined to make her come undone with just his mouth.

Wrapping his arms around each of her thighs so he could hold them apart as he feasted, Kylian got lost in his ministrations, humming and thrashing his head in approval of Giselle's reaction to his touch.

Kylian licked and suckled at Giselle's clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before drawing it between his lips to suckle gently. His hands kneaded and massaged the soft globes of her ass as he did so, occasionally dipping his head to thrust his tongue deep into her fluttering channel.

The wet sounds of his oral attentions filled the room, punctuated by Giselle's escalating moans and cries of ecstasy. Her fingers moved over his short, taper, and perfectly lined hair as she held him against her, grinding her hips to increase the pressure of his mouth against her aching sex.

"Oh fuck, Kylian! Yes, just like that!" Giselle nearly screamed, her head thrown back in bliss. "Your tongue feels so good!"

Kylian could feel her thighs beginning to tremble and quake around his head, her arousal flowing freely now as it dripped down his chin.

“Jouis pour moi,” he murmured against her core, and although Giselle wasn't quite sure of what he meant due to her lack of understanding of the French tongue, without missing a beat, her body succumbed to him.

Giselle bit down on the back of her hand as her eyes rolled shut, a singular tear slipping from her as she came hard into Kylian’s awaiting mouth.

Her eyes fluttered open as she heard the metal of Kylian’s belt buckle as he unfastened it, the sound sending another jolt of anticipation through her. Giselle was still reeling from her orgasm, the waves of pleasure gently ebbing away as she watched him, her heart racing at the sight of his hands working with eager intent.

Kylian's breath was heavy as he slid his jeans down, his muscles taut and defined, hunger gleaming in his eyes as they locked onto hers. He stepped out of his pants and underwear, revealing the impressive length of his cock, and Giselle couldn’t help but bite her lower lip at the sight.

“Giselle,” Kylian growled, the heat in his voice sending another thrill of excitement racing down her spine. “Come here,” he commanded as he slowly stroked his length back and forth in his hand.

“On your knees,” Kylian instructed, their eyes meeting as he silently looked for confirmation that she was comfortable with their current situation.

Giselle eagerly obeyed Kylian's command, gracefully sliding off the bed and onto her knees before him. She gazed up at him with lust-darkened eyes as she took in the sight of his magnificent body, her fingers aching to explore every sculpted plane and ridge of muscle.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she watched him slowly stroke his impressive erection, the thick shaft bobbing slightly with each pass of his fist. Giselle's core clenched with need, a fresh surge of arousal dampening her thighs.

"Mmmm, mon dieu," Kylian groaned, his accent heavy with desire as he took in the erotic sight of Giselle kneeling before him. "You look so beautiful like this. So perfect."

He took a step closer, bringing the swollen head of his cock to brush against her parted lips. The alluring masculine scent of his arousal filled her nostrils, making her head spin with want.

Sitting up on her knees, Giselle opened her mouth wider, letting out a moan as she tasted him on her tongue. Holding him steady in her hand, she licked a vein that traveled the underside of his length before licking her way back down, teasing him.

“Giselle,” Kylian hissed as his fingers found her hair, tangling themselves into her tresses as he roughly guided her movements. The initial sweetness of her touch sent shockwaves through him as he surged forward, his hips instinctively thrusting, burying himself deeper in her warmth.

Giselle's eyes widened at the sensation, the fullness of him stretching her mouth. She relaxed her throat, willing herself to take him fully as she focused on her movements. With every bob of her head, she worked to draw him deeper, sucking and swirling her tongue around his length, her instincts guiding her as she tuned into the rhythm he desired.

Kylian groaned, the sound vibrating through his chest as he watched her obediently take him in. “That’s it, chérie,” he encouraged his voice, a deep timbre filled with lust. “Just like that. Feel me—fais-moi un gâchis.”

He began to guide the motion, thrusting gently as Giselle matched his pace, smirking as saliva spilled from Giselle's eyes, watered slightly as Kylian thrust deeper, his impressive length hitting the back of her throat. But she didn't pull away, instead relaxing her muscles to accommodate him as she continued to suck and slurp at his cock with enthusiastic fervor.

The sounds of her oral attentions filled the room, interspersed with Kylian's deep, guttural groans of pleasure. His fingers tightened in her hair as he set a steady rhythm, slowly fucking her face as she gazed up at him adoringly.

"Oh, fuck yes," Kylian panted, his accent thickening with each thrust. "Your mouth feels incredible, taking me so deep."

He pulled back slightly, allowing her to catch her breath before surging forward again, the bulbous head of his cock pushing past her lips to rest in her throat.

Giselle whimpered around his thick shaft as Kylian held her head still, his hips rolling in a slow, sensual grind. Tears of pleasure streamed down her face as she struggled to accommodate his girth. Her fingers dug into his muscular thighs as she held on for dear life, reveling in the exquisite torture of being so thoroughly used by him.

"Mmmm, fuck!" Kylian groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You love having your throat fucked, don't you, ma belle? Love choking on my big, thick cock?"

He punctuated his words with sharp thrusts, each one driving him deeper into the tight, wet heat of her mouth. The obscene sounds of him slamming into her throat filled the room, mixing with the slick, sucking noises of her lips working his shaft.

Kylian could feel his orgasm building rapidly, his balls drawing up tight against his body as the pressure inside him reached a fever pitch. With a roar of ecstasy, he buried himself to the hilt in Giselle's mouth, his cock pulsing and jerking as he shot thick ropes of hot cum directly down her throat.

"Oh, putain! Swallow it all, Giselle!" Kylian demanded, his voice raw with pleasure as he ground against her face, prolonging his release for as long as possible.

Giselle's eyes widened as the first spurt of Kylian's release hit the back of her throat. She swallowed rapidly, gulping down each thick mouthful of his essence as fast as she could. The taste was salty, with an underlying musk that was uniquely Kylian. She breathed through her nose, determined to take every last drop he had to give her.

Kylian watched the way Giselle’s chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, her nipples hard and begging to be toyed with as she used the back of her hand that she once bit in unadulterated pleasure, to clean her face, slick with her spit and his arousal.

Giselle's body trembled with residual pleasure as she looked up at Kylian, her eyes glazed over with lust. She could feel the heat of his release still burning inside her, coating her tongue and throat. The taste was foreign yet intoxicating, and she found herself craving more.

Kylian's chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, his muscles glistening with a sheen of sweat. He gazed down at Giselle with a look of pure male satisfaction, his eyes dark with renewed desire as he took in her debauched appearance.

"Magnifique," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You took me so well."

His hands cupped her face almost tenderly as he helped her to her feet, pulling her naked body flush against his. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the firmness of his muscles pressing against her soft curves, and she wanted him.

Giselle couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips as Kylian's hands skimmed down the sides of her body, his touch igniting a fire beneath her skin. She felt boneless, yet somehow still desperate for more of him.

Kylian's lips curled into a wicked smirk as he felt Giselle's body melt against his. He loved how she responded to him; she was eager and responsive. It made him want to ravish her over and over again until neither of them could move.

"Hold on," he whispered against her ear before suddenly hoisting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet."

With that, Kylian carried her over to the bed, laying her down gently on the plush comforter. He hovered over her for a moment, drinking in the sight of her spread out beneath him like a feast waiting to be devoured.

“Wet your fingers and touch yourself,” Kylian's eyes darkened with lust as he watched Giselle follow his command, her delicate fingers delving between her legs to tease her sensitive flesh. The sight of her pleasuring herself so intently, all because he told her to, sent a fresh surge of blood rushing to his already rock hard cock.

"C'est ça, ma belle," Kylian encouraged, his voice a low, approving rumble. "Fuck yourself with your fingers just like that. Show me how much you want me."

He leaned down, trailing openmouthed kisses along the column of her neck, pausing to suckle at her pulse point. His hands roamed her body possessively, kneading and caressing every soft curve and dip, leaving a trail of tingling skin in their wake.

Kylian's breath hitched as he watched Giselle's fingers disappear between her glistening folds, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the room. He could feel his cock throbbing with the need to bury itself deep inside her welcoming heat.

"Mmmm, you're so wet for me," he murmured appreciatively, his accent thick with desire. "I can see how badly you need my cock."

Kylian's hands skimmed up Giselle's sides, cupping and kneading the soft globes of her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, tugging at the stiff peaks until they hardened even further. Leaning down, he captured one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before suckling it deeply.

"Oh fuck, Kylian!" Giselle cried out, arching her back to push more of her breast into his eager mouth.

Kylian's fingers curled inside Giselle, stroking along her inner walls as he sought that special spot that would drive her wild with ecstasy. He could feel her getting closer to the edge, her hips undulating desperately against his hand as she chased her pleasure.

"That's it, ma belle. I can feel you tightening around me," Kylian murmured, his voice rough with arousal. "You're so close, aren't you? Cum for me, Giselle. Let me feel you come apart on my fingers."

He increased the pressure and speed of his thrusts, his thumb flicking rapidly over her clit as he fucked her with deep, purposeful strokes. At the same time, he bit down on the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

"Jouis maintenant!" Kylian demanded, his accent thick and unmistakable in his lust. "Cum now, Giselle!"

Kylian's fingers pumped furiously inside Giselle's clenching heat as he felt her body tense and shudder beneath him. With a final, hard thrust, he curled his digits against that special spot deep within her, sending her flying over the edge.

"Yes, that's it! Cum for me, Giselle!" Kylian growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. He continued to work her through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure until she was a boneless, trembling mess.

As Giselle came down from her high, Kylian withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste her essence. He groaned at the exquisite flavor, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

"Mmmm, you taste divine," he purred, licking his lips. "I could feast on your pussy for hours."

Kylian's eyes flashed with renewed hunger as he settled himself between Giselle's spread thighs. He ran his hands along the soft skin of her inner thighs, pushing them further apart to expose her glistening sex.

"Tu es si belle," Kylian murmured appreciatively, his gaze fixed on her most intimate area.

Without warning, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her slit, from her entrance up to her clit, humming in approval at the taste of her arousal. He did it again, lapping at her like a man starved, savoring every drop of her essence.

"Mmmm, tu as un goût délicieux," Kylian groaned against her, his accent thick with lust. "I could eat this sweet pussy all night long."

“Please,” Giselle squeaked. “I need to feel you inside of me,” she whined, her voice laced with urgency as she arched her hips toward him, desperate for the connection they both craved. The electric charge in the air was palpable, urging him onward as their bodies thrummed with anticipation.

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire as he pulled back to meet her gaze, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You want my cock, don't you? Tell me how much you need it."

Giselle could hardly form the words through her mounting need. "So much… I need you inside me, Kylian. Please!"

With a throaty laugh, he obliged, flipping her over onto her hands and knees, readying her for himself before the head of his cock pressed firmly against her entrance before he leaned into, groaning as she took him inch by girthy inch.

Giselle reclined like a sphinx on the edge of Kylian’s bed, her back arched and her ass high in the air as her head rested atop her crossed arms as she felt a warm trail of her arousal slither down her stomach and pool onto the sheets below.

Her mind was blank as Kylian gripped her hips from behind, his thrusts slow and incredibly deep as he gave her every inch of his thick cock.

"Fuck..." Kylian groaned as he savored the feeling of Giselle's tight heat enveloping his length. "You feel so good around me."

He continued to thrust at a languid pace, relishing the way her slick walls gripped him with each movement. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he held her in place, keeping her ass high and at just the right angle to hit that spot deep within her as she creamed on his cock.

“Tu es tellement parfait,” Kylian groaned at the sight, using his hands to spread her open as he claimed her pussy as his.

Kylian's hips moved in a steady rhythm, each deep thrust pushing Giselle further up the bed. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, punctuated by their mutual moans and gasps of pleasure.

He leaned down, draping his muscular torso over Giselle's back as he licked and sucked at her neck and shoulders. One hand reached around to fondle her breast, kneading the soft flesh and tweaking her nipple between his fingers.

"That's it, ma chérie," Kylian panted against her ear, his accent thicker with arousal. "Take every inch of my cock. You were made for this, weren't you?"

Giselle could only whimper and moan in response; her mind lost to the intense sensations radiating through her body.

Pulling out of her, Kylian filled Giselle onto her back in one swift motion, pinning her legs to the bed so she lay completely open for him.

Kylian positioned himself between Giselle's spread legs, his hard cock throbbing and covered with her juices. He rubbed the swollen head teasingly along her slit, coating himself in her arousal.

"You want my cock, don't you, ma chérie?" Kylian growled, his voice low and thick with lust. "Beg for it. Let me hear how badly you need me."

He pressed the tip against her entrance, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm with need. His eyes, dark and intense, bore into hers as he waited for her to plead.

Giselle's hips bucked upwards, desperate to take him inside. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer.

"Please!" she whimpered, her voice breathy with desire. "I need you so bad. Please fuck me!"

Kylian's eyes flashed with triumphant lust at Giselle's desperate pleas. With a primal grunt, he thrust forward, sheathing his thick shaft deep inside her tight, wet heat in one powerful stroke.

"Fuck, yes! You take my cock so well," Kylian groaned, relishing the exquisite sensation of her velvety walls gripping him like a vice. "So fucking tight and perfect."

He set a relentless pace, pounding into her with deep, purposeful thrusts. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by Giselle's unrestrained moans and cries of pleasure.

Kylian hooked her legs over his shoulders, nearly bending her in half as he loomed over her, his muscular body a dominant presence. He gripped her thighs, spreading her wider as he drove into her with increasing force and speed.

"I can feel you in my stomach,” Giselle whined as she pushed at his firm pelvis, easing the depths of his thrusts as she gazed helplessly into his eyes.

“Relax,” Kylian breathed with a purposeful roll of his hips. “Let me own every inch of your body. Let me teach you.”

Kylian's hips undulated sensually, grinding against Giselle's sensitive clit with each deep thrust. His muscular torso rippled as he moved, a sheen of sweat glistening on his sun kissed skin.

"C'est si bon, mon amour," Kylian purred, his accent thick and alluring. "Tu es si belle when you surrender to pleasure."

He dipped his head, trailing openmouthed kisses along the column of Giselle's throat. His teeth grazed her pulse point before he soothed the sting with his tongue. Kylian's hand slid between their sweat-slicked bodies, finding the swollen bud of Giselle's clit. He circled the sensitive nub with deliberate slowness, applying just the right amount of pressure.

"That's it, baby. Let go for me," Kylian encouraged huskily, his voice a sensual caress against her skin.

Kylian's fingers worked Giselle's clit with expert precision as he continued his relentless thrusts. The dual stimulation had Giselle seeing stars, her body tensing and shuddering beneath him.

"Oh god, Kylian!" Giselle cried out, her nails raking down his muscular back. "I'm... I'm so close!"

Kylian could feel Giselle's walls starting to flutter around his cock, a telltale sign of her impending orgasm. He increased the pressure and speed of his fingers, rubbing tight circles around her clit.

"That's it, ma chérie. Cum for me," Kylian growled, his voice rough with lust. "I want to feel you cum on my cock. Now!"

With a few more powerful thrusts, Giselle came with a loud cry, her pussy clamping down on Kylian's shaft like a vice as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.

As Giselle came apart beneath him, Kylian continued to move, prolonging her orgasm and drawing out her pleasure. The feeling of her spasming around him was exquisite, and he groaned deeply at the sensation.

"Fuck, yes! C’est ma bonne fille," Kylian praised breathlessly, his hips never faltering in their rhythm. "You're so perfect when you come on my cock."

He leaned down, capturing Giselle's lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, swallowing her cries of rapture. Kylian's hand slid into her hair, gripping the silky strands as he dominated the kiss.

Kylian could feel his release building, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his pleasure. With a final, powerful drive of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside Giselle, groaning long and low as he came hard.

Kylian collapsed on top of Giselle, his muscular body blanketing hers as he caught his breath. He rested his forehead against hers, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

“Mon Dieu, that was incredible, Giselle,” he murmured, his voice still rough from exertion and arousal. “You are truly exquisite.”

Kylian rolled to the side, pulling Giselle with him so she could comfortably rest on his chest. His strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close as the afterglow of their lust-filled encounter washed over them.

He brushed a few strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear with a tender gesture that was a stark contrast to his earlier dominance.

“Tu m'as rendu fou, ma chérie,” Kylian confessed with a low chuckle. “The way you respond to my touch, the sounds you make when I'm inside you... it's beautiful.”

Kylian smirked as Giselle rested her head on his chest, his fingers idly tracing patterns on her smooth back. The feel of her warm, pliant body against his was utterly satisfying.

"Je suis content que tu aimes ça," Kylian purred, his deep voice rumbling through his chest. "Because I plan on giving you plenty more pleasure, I don't know how I'm going to bring you back to Elise tomorrow morning."

He placed a tender kiss on the top of her head, his lips lingering against her soft hair. Despite the intense, dominant sex, Kylian felt a kinship with Giselle; before taking an intimate turn, their evening had been filled with laughter.

Giselle's eyes fluttered open at the feel of Kylian's fingers trailing along her spine. She gazed up at him through her lashes, a coy smile playing on her kiss-swollen lips.

"You're not going to bring me back?" she teased, her voice still husky from their lovemaking. "What will Elise think if I don't show up tomorrow?"

Kylian chuckled, the sound deep and rich. He rolled Giselle onto her back, hovering over her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Let Elise think what she wants," he murmured, dipping his head to nip playfully at Giselle's bottom lip. To emphasize his point, Kylian's hand slid down her body, cupping her mound possessively.

“When are you leaving France?” he asked, his fingers tracing light patterns over her.

“I’m heading back to New York next week,” Giselle revealed, her eyes dropping to watch her hand as he leisurely played between her legs.

Kylian's fingers stilled at Giselle's revelation, a flicker of disappointment crossing his handsome features before he quickly masked it with a roguely charming smile.

"Next week? Mais c'est dommage," he murmured, his voice thickening with what sounded like genuine regret despite Giselle not knowing what he said. "We've only just begun to explore the depths of our...connection."

His hand resumed its sensual exploration, fingers gliding along her inner thigh with teasing slowness. Kylian's eyes, dark and smoldering with renewed desire, held Giselle's captive gaze.

"But perhaps we can make the most of the time we have left, non? I know I certainly intend to," Kylian purred, his deep voice resonating through his broad chest.

He leaned down, trailing openmouthed kisses along the column of Giselle's throat.

“What happened to bringing me back to Elise tomorrow morning?” she smirked, her breath hitching and eyes going round as Kylian circled her clit with his finger.

Kylian's lips curved into a slow, wicked grin against Giselle's neck. He lifted his head to meet her gaze, his eyes glinting with mischief and unmistakable desire.

"I’ll bring you back to Elise and your friends if you let me take you to dinner tomorrow night,” Kylian proposed, his voice smooth and persuasive. “Just you and me?”

Giselle's heart raced at the idea of spending more time with him—endless possibilities danced in her mind before it was wiped clean as he pushed his fingers back inside of her.

“Say yes,” Kylian murmured as he curved his digits.

"Yes," Giselle breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, I'll go to dinner with you tomorrow night."

A slow, satisfied smirk spread across Kylian's handsome face at Giselle's agreement. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he spoke in a low, intimate tone.

"Bonne fille," Kylian purred, his warm breath sending tingles down Giselle's spine. “More?” he asked breathlessly as he felt her clench around his fingers.

“Yes,” Giselle whispered. “I want you.”

Kylian's eyes darkened with lust at Giselle's breathy plea. In one fluid motion, he scooped her up into his strong arms and carried her towards the bathroom, never breaking eye contact.

He set Giselle down on the cool marble counter, stepping between her parted thighs. Kylian's hands slid up her smooth legs, pushing them further apart, his eyes hungrily on her exposed sex.

Stepping away from Giselle, Kylian turned away from her to turn on the shower before he found himself back between her legs.

Kylian's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of Giselle's glistening sex, spread open before him like a decadent feast. He licked his lips hungrily, his cock already starting to swell and lengthen at the erotic view.

"You're so beautiful," Kylian drawled.

His large hands gripped Giselle's thighs, pushing them further apart as he leaned in close, the tip of his cock resting heavily against her pussy.

Giselle gazed up at Kylian with hooded eyes, her chest heaving with anticipation. She could feel the heat radiating off his muscular body, his hard length pressed against her slick folds.

"Fuck me," she breathed out, her voice trembling with need.

Kylian's eyes flashed with primal hunger at Giselle's plea. With a low growl, he gripped her hips and eased forward, slowly sheathing himself to the hilt in one drawn-out stroke.

Lifting Giselle from the counter as if she were weightless, Kylian walked them into the shower, pressing her back against the wall as his length remained buried inside of her.

Kylian gazed down at Giselle, his eyes dark and intense as the warm water cascaded over their entwined bodies. He rolled his hips, withdrawing almost completely before driving back into her welcoming heat with a low groan.

"Tu es si serrée," Kylian praised breathlessly, his voice rough with arousal.

His hands slid down to Giselle's ass, gripping the firm globes as he set a deep, steady rhythm. Each powerful thrust pushed Giselle up the slick tile wall, the cool surface a delicious contrast to the heat of Kylian's body.

Kylian dipped his head, trailing openmouthed kisses along Giselle's neck and collarbone. His teeth grazed her pulse point before he soothed the sting with his tongue. He could feel Giselle's pulse jumping erratically beneath his lips, a telltale sign of her rising pleasure.

Giselle arched her back, pressing herself more firmly against Kylian as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Her nails raked down his back, leaving faint red lines in their wake as she clung to him desperately.

"Fuck, Kylian," she gasped, her voice high and thready with need. "You feel incredible; you're so big and hard."

She rocked her hips to meet his thrusts, relishing the way he filled and stretched her so completely. The water swashed around them, creating a symphony of erotic sounds, the slap of flesh against flesh, the hiss of steam, and their rough breaths and moans.

Giselle tugged Kylian’s head back to expose his throat. She licked and nipped at his pulse point before soothing the sting with her tongue, mimicking his actions.

Kylian groaned deeply, his voice rough with pleasure as Giselle's lips and tongue worked over his sensitive throat. The dual sensations of her hot mouth and the cool tile against his back sent sparks of electricity through his body.

Abruptly pulling Giselle’s body from the wall, Kylian clung to her as he stepped out of the shower, carelessly leaving the water running as he carried her back into the bedroom, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

Kylian guided Giselle to straddle his lap, his large hands gripping her hips as he settled her onto his thick shaft. He groaned deeply as her slick walls enveloped him, enveloping him in her tight, wet heat.

"C'est si bon," Kylian praised breathlessly. "You feel incredible."

He rolled his hips, guiding Giselle as she rode him. The new angle allowed him to reach even deeper, and Giselle let out a breathy moan each time he bottomed out inside of her.

Kylian's hands slid up Giselle's body, cupping and kneading the soft swells of her breasts. He dipped his head, his tongue circling her nipple before drawing it into his mouth as she rode him.

Kylian grunted as Giselle's walls squeezed his thick shaft, her body moving sensually above him. He thrust up to meet her movements, driving himself even deeper into her.

“Oui, just like that ma belle, ride it just like that,”Kylian encouraged huskily, with each panting breath. His hands mapped out the curves of her body reverently, memorizing every dip and swell.

He could feel the tension building rapidly in his loins, his member throbbing and pulsing inside Giselle. He lavished attention on her breasts, suckling and nipping at the tender buds until Giselle was writhing in his lap, her moans growing increasingly desperate.

“I’m going to cum again,” Giselle gasped.

Kylian's hands gripped Giselle's hips tightly as he guided her movements, helping her ride him with deep, sensual rolls of her hips. The feeling of her slick walls gripping his thick shaft was exquisite, and he groaned low and deep each time she took him to the hilt.

"That's it, ma chérie," Kylian encouraged breathlessly, his accent thicker with arousal. "Let me feel you cum on my cock. I want to feel your sweet little pussy."

He leaned in, capturing Giselle's lips in a feverish kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, swallowing her cries of pleasure as he dominated the kiss. Kylian's hand slid into her hair, gripping the silky strands as he angled her head to deepen the kiss.

Kylian could feel Giselle's body starting to tremble and quake above him, a sign that she was on the edge of another intense orgasm.

Giselle's body shuddered and convulsed as her climax washed over her, her pussy clamping down on Kylian's throbbing shaft like a vice. She threw her head back, a guttural moan tearing from her throat as waves of ecstasy washed through her.

"That's it, ma belle," Kylian groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. "Cum for me. Let me feel you."

He continued to thrust up into Giselle's spasming vagina, prolonging her pleasure and drawing out her orgasm. The feeling of her pussy quivering around him was exquisite, and he groaned deeply at the sensation.

With a few more intentional rolls of his hips, Kylian buried himself deep inside Giselle's quivering core, his cock pulsing as he spilled his hot seed in her.

Giselle gazed at Kylian, her eyes hazy with satisfaction as he spilled his hot seed deep inside her. She could feel each throb of his cock as he emptied himself, the sensation prolonging her own intense orgasm.

"That was incredible," Giselle breathed out, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against Kylian's as she tried to catch her breath.

Kylian's hands slid up Giselle's back, his fingers stroking over her damp skin soothingly. He gazed up at her, a satisfied smirk on his handsome face.

"You're incredible," Kylian purred, his deep voice rumbling through his broad chest as he stood from the bed and walked them back into the bathroom, placing her down on the counter.

“Open your legs,” he murmured softly, grabbing a washcloth.

Kylian's eyes raked over Giselle's nude form appreciatively as she perched on the bathroom counter. He stepped between her spread thighs, the warm, damp washcloth in hand.

"You're stunning," Kylian murmured, his voice low and intimate as he began to tenderly clean Giselle's sensitive flesh. "Having you like this is a gift—flushed, satisfied, and dripping with my essence."

His fingers traced idle patterns on her inner thigh as he worked, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Kylian's eyes flicked up to meet Giselle's, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Giselle gazed back at Kylian, her eyes soft and warm as he tenderly cleansed her skin. The intimate act sent a shiver down her spine, a stark contrast to their earlier, frenzied coupling.

"You're not so bad yourself," Giselle teased, her voice low and playful. She reached out, trailing her fingers along Kylian's chiseled jawline. "Having you inside me felt incredible. You filled me up so perfectly."

Kylian's eyes darkened at Giselle's provocative words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He set the washcloth aside, his hands gripping her thighs possessively.

Kylian leaned in closer, his breath hot against Giselle's ear as he whispered, "Je veux te faire l'amour encore et encore jusqu'à ce que tu ne puisses plus marcher droit."

“What does that mean?” Giselle asked curiously.

His large hands slid up her sides, coming to rest on the curve of her waist as he pulled her flush against his muscular body. Kylian's lips brushed along the sensitive skin of her neck, placing featherlight kisses from her collarbone to her ear.

"I want to make love to you again and again until you can't walk straight," Kylian translated huskily. "You've awakened a hunger in me that I don't think will ever be satisfied."

To emphasize his point, Kylian rocked his hips forward, allowing Giselle to feel the softening evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against her stomach. His eyes, dark and smoldering with barely restrained lust, held Giselle's captive gaze.

“I don't think I can take anymore tonight,” Giselle blushed, her mind craving more despite her body screaming for sweet relief.

“No more tonight,” Kylian drawled as he leaned down, his lips ghosting against hers.

Kylian's large, warm hands gently cupped Giselle's face as he deepened the kiss, pouring all of his passion and desire into it. His tongue delved into her mouth, tangling with hers in a slow, sensual dance that left them both breathless.

When they finally parted, Kylian rested his forehead against Giselle's, their noses brushing softly as they caught their breath. He gazed into her eyes, a tenderness in his expression that made Giselle's heart skip a beat.

"I should let you get some sleep," Kylian murmured, though his body language suggested he was in no rush to leave.

“I’m not ready to go to bed,” Giselle said just above a whisper, as Kylian lifted her from the counter so he could bring her back into his bedroom.

He guided Giselle to the bed, gently laying her down on the soft sheets before settling beside her. Kylian propped himself up on his elbow, his free hand trailing lazy patterns over the smooth expanse of Giselle's stomach.

His hand slid up to cup the soft swell of Giselle's breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple teasingly.

Staying up late into the night sounded better in theory, Giselle allowed Kylian’s hands to roam as she got comfortable in his bed, her eyelids growing heavier with each moment that passed.

Kylian gazed down at Giselle, his expression softening as he watched her drift off to sleep. He brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face, tucking them gently behind her ear.

"Giselle," Kylian murmured softly, his voice low and tender. "You are perfect."

He settled himself beside her, pulling Giselle into his strong arms and holding her close as they both succumbed to the exhaustion of their passionate lovemaking. Kylian's last thought before sleep claimed him was how much he was looking forward to their dinner date the following evening.

Giselle stirred from her slumber as sunlight peeked through the blinds, a soft smile playing on her lips as memories of last night's passionate encounter with Kylian flooded her mind. She stretched languidly in the luxurious bed, reaching her hand across to feel for his warm body, only to find the other side of the bed empty.

A glimpse of the bathroom revealed Kylian standing by the sink, a towel wrapped securely around his waist as water droplets clung to his freshly showered frame. Her eyes raked over his muscular form appreciatively.

As Giselle rose from Kylian's bed, a delicate tenderness spread through her thighs, a lingering echo of their intimacy the night before. The soft sheets whispered against her skin, highlighting the gentle burn that accompanied her movement, a reminder of the passion they had shared.

Sauntering over to the bathroom door, Giselle leaned against the frame, watching Kylian with a playful smile. His broad shoulders flexed as he dried his hair, droplets of water cascading down his chest and into the soft lines of his abdomen.

“Good morning,” she purred, her voice still gravelly from sleep.

Kylian turned, a towel in one hand, and his eyes lit up with a mix of surprise and delight at the sight of her. “Bonjour, ma belle,” he replied as he stepped closer, the towel falling just below his hips and exposing the muscular V that led down to where she knew he still desired her.

Giselle bit her lip at the sight of him, feeling a rush of heat flood her cheeks.

“Did you sleep well?” Kylian asked, genuinely curious as he watched her step into the bathroom, her fingers trailing along the cool marble counter.

“Like a dream,” Giselle replied, her heart racing as he took her hand, pulling her body flush against his.

“What time is brunch with Elise?” Kylian asked as his eyes traced over her body, his cock stirring beneath his towel as his hands came to rest gently on her hips. The heat of his bare skin seeped into hers, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.

"Brunch is at 11.30," Giselle replied softly, tilting her head to meet Kylian's gaze. Her fingers absently traced patterns on his muscular chest as she spoke.

Kylian's eyes darkened slightly at the mention of the time constraint, a flicker of disappointment crossing his handsome features before he quickly masked it with a roguish grin.

His hands slid down to grip her ass, pulling her even closer until she could feel the hard length of him pressing insistently against her stomach.

Lifting Giselle from her feet, Kylian set her on the edge of the bathroom sink, his body inches away from hers. The tension crackled in the air as he positioned himself between her legs, trapping her in a shared moment of intimacy that made her breath hitch.

“Just a few more minutes?” he pleaded softly, his lips brushing against hers as he leaned in closer, their breaths mingling in the warm air of the bathroom.

Giselle’s heart raced at his closeness, the world outside fading away as she gazed into his dark eyes. “And what do you have in mind for those few minutes?” she teased, a playful smile on her lips.

Kylian’s grin widened, his fingers tracing her waist as he leaned in, their lips just inches apart as he reached down pulling the towel from his waist.

Giselle let out a shaky breath as his fingertips came into contact with her clit, her eyes rounding as he wrapped her hand around his wrist stopping him.

Hopping down from her place on the edge of the sink, Giselle’s eyes remained locked with Kylian’s as sunk down onto her knees.

Kylian gazed down at Giselle, his breath catching in his throat as she sank gracefully to her knees before him. His eyes, dark with barely contained lust, followed her every move.

Giselle's slender fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, stroking it slowly as she admired the impressive length and girth. She marveled at how the smooth skin felt like velvet over the rigid heat beneath.

Maintaining eye contact, Giselle leaned forward and extended her tongue, dragging the tip along the underside of Kylian's cock from base to tip. She lingered at the weeping head, licking up the pearly precum that had gathered there.

Kylian's head fell back, a low groan rumbling in his chest as Giselle's tongue worked over his sensitive flesh. His fingers threaded into her silky hair, gently guiding her as she pleasured him with her mouth.

Kylian's fingers tightened in Giselle's hair as she took him into her hot mouth, a deep groan of pleasure rumbling in his broad chest. He gazed down at her with hooded eyes, drinking in the erotic sight of her soft lips stretched around his thick shaft.

"That's it, ma belle," Kylian praised huskily, his accent thick with arousal. "Take it deeper. I want to feel the back of your throat."

He gently urged her forward, his cockhead nudging the entrance to her throat. The sensation made Giselle's eyes water, but she maintained eye contact, determined to please him.

Kylian's hips rocked subtly, fucking her face with shallow thrusts as she sucked him off. The wet sounds of her slurping and his groans filled the bathroom, an obscene symphony of their passion.

"Yes, just like that," Kylian growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Crache dessus,” he instructed with a strained groan. “Spit on it.”

Giselle gazed up at Kylian, her eyes glazed with lust as she followed his command. She pulled back, allowing his impressive length to slip from her lips with a lewd pop. Maintaining eye contact, Giselle extended her tongue, letting a stream of saliva drip down the thick shaft, coating it in a glistening sheen.

"Putain de merde," Kylian groaned, his voice low and gravelly with arousal. "You're incredible."

He gazed down at Giselle, his eyes dark and intense as he watched her work. His cock throbbed and pulsed in her hand, the veins prominent and the head an angry red.

Kylian's free hand slid under Giselle's chin, tilting her face up to meet his heated gaze. "I want to fuck your pretty little mouth," he growled, his accent thicker than ever.

Without need for direction, Giselle sat up on her knees tilting her head back as offered herself to him.

"Putain de merde," Kylian groaned, his voice low and gravelly as he slowly pushed his thick length into Giselle's hot mouth. "You're taking it so well, ma belle."

His fingers tightened in her silky hair as he gently urged her forward, inch by delicious inch, until he could feel the tip of his cock nudging the back of her throat. Giselle swallowed around him instinctively, the muscles fluttering along his shaft.

"Oui, just like that," Kylian praised, his hips rocking subtly, fucking her face with shallow thrusts. "Relax your throat for me. I'm going to fuck your pretty mouth."

He set a steady rhythm, his cock gliding in and out of her stretched lips, coated in a sheen of her saliva. The obscene sounds of his flesh against hers and the wet, slurping noises filled the bathroom.

Giselle felt smug as she continued to suck him, her eyes glistening with lust and mischief as she flicked her tongue over the head of his cock.

Kylian’s head rolled backward as his grip on Giselle's hair tightened and he let out a low growl of pleasure, completely surrendering to the sensation. “Keep going,” he encouraged, his voice a deep rasp as he felt his end nearing.

"That's it, ma belle," Kylian praised, his voice strained with pleasure as Giselle swallowed around his throbbing shaft. "Take it all. I want to feel you swallow every last drop."

He gazed down at her, his eyes dark and intense as he watched her work. His cock throbbed and pulsed in her mouth, the veins prominent and the head an angry red.

She could feel Kylian's grip tightening in her hair, a sign that he was close to the edge. His hips jerked forward as he hit his peak, burying himself to the hilt in Giselle's hot mouth as he came with a shudder.

Allowing his length to fall from her mouth, Giselle let out a moan as she looked up at Kylian, her face and chest dripping with a combination of saliva and arousal.

Taking hold of her dainty hand, Kylian guided Giselle to her feet, their eyes lingering on one another as the last remnants of pleasure coursed through them. His fingers traced over her jawline, tilting her face up toward his as he looked into her eyes.

Giselle felt shy under his gaze, despite the near pornographic evening they'd shared the night before she couldn't help the blush of her cheeks as they held eye contact.

"You're breathtaking," Kylian said softly, his voice laced with sincerity and desire. He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers in a tender but lingering kiss. It sent warmth racing through her body, igniting a wildfire of longing beneath her skin.

Giselle melted against him, her heart racing as she deepened the kiss. She could taste the faint remnants of salt and sweetness from their earlier activities mingling on their lips, a reminder of the pleasure they had shared.

Breaking the kiss, Kylian stepped back slightly, his intense gaze raking over Giselle's flushed form.

“It’s almost time to take you back to Elise,” he smirked knowingly.

“Can I shower first?” Giselle asked.

"I'm not ready to let you go just yet," Kylian replied, a teasing glint in his eyes as he stepped closer again, cupping her face with his hands. "But of course, you can shower."

Stepping out of the bathroom to give Giselle some privacy, Kylian began getting ready for the day ahead. Pulling out a grey Nike sweatsuit for himself, he grabbed another for Giselle placing it on his bed for her.

As Giselle stepped into the shower, the warm water cascaded over her body, washing away the remnants of their passionate night and awakening her senses all over again. The steam filled the room, enveloping her like a soft embrace. She couldn’t help but smile as thoughts of Kylian flooded her mind: his deliciously deep groans, the possessive grip of his hands, and the way he made her feel both cherished and desired. He was a perfect distraction for her volatile emotions the previous evening at Elise and Juels’ engagement party.

When Giselle was done in the shower, she turned off the water before stepping out into the cool bathroom and grabbing a plush towel to wrap herself in.

As she dried off, Giselle caught sight of herself in the mirror, her cheeks still flushed from the memory of Kylian’s touch. The night they had shared felt unreal, a whirlwind of passion that had left her breathless and wanting more. With a satisfied sigh, she stepped into the bedroom, the towel still wrapped around her body, her heart pounding at the thought of what dinner with him later that evening might hold.

Kylian sat on the edge of the bed, now dressed in a snug gray sweatsuit designed for comfort. He looked up as she entered, his dark eyes widening with appreciation as they took in her freshly damp skin and tousled hair.

Kylian stood up and walked over to her with confident strides, each movement fluid and graceful. He closed the distance between them, his gaze locking onto hers with a predatory intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

“When you are ready, I will take you back to Elise,” he said softly, his voice low and inviting, almost like a promise. The warmth of his presence enveloped Giselle, and she felt an undeniable pull toward him.

“Thank you,” Giselle blushed.

“You’re welcome,” Kylian’s eyes glinted with mischief as he stepped away from her in an attempt at showing restraint, grabbing the navy blue Nike sweatsuit from the bed so he could hand it to her.

Giselle took the sweatsuit from Kylian, her fingers brushing against his as she pulled it close to her chest. The fabric was soft and warm, a comforting contrast to the cool air of the room. She couldn’t help but appreciate the way Kylian’s presence seemed to fill the space with a magnetic energy, one that made her heart race.

“Thank you,” she said again, a shy smile playing on her lips as she turned her back to him to slip into the sweatsuit. The sight of her in his clothes, albeit they were sizes too big, made Kylian’s breath hitch somewhat, his eyes lingering on her form as she dressed.

Giselle could feel Kylian's appreciative gaze on her as she pulled the sweatsuit over her head, the fabric enveloping her in a cozy embrace. It was oversized, and she found it amusing how it draped over her, accentuating her figure in all the right places. A sense of comfort washed over her, both from the clothing and the lingering warmth of their earlier intimacy.

As she turned around to face Kylian, the corners of her mouth lifted in a playful smile. "How do I look?" she asked, feigning a model's pose, her hands on her hips.

Kylian's lips curled into a smirk, a spark of admiration flickering in his dark eyes. "Absolutely stunning," he replied, his voice thick with sincerity.

Giselle laughed softly, feeling a warmth spread through her cheeks.

Once she was dressed, Giselle and Kylian made their way downstairs to the lower lever of his home and into his kitchen that looked as though it should have been in Architectural Digest.

“We were a little occupied when we got here last night, but your house is beautiful,” Giselle gushed as she looked around the sprawling state-of-the-art kitchen.

“Thank you,” Kylian smiled as he poured two cups of coffee, handing one over to Giselle.

"Here you go," he said, his eyes sparkling as he watched her take a sip. Giselle relished the rich, bold flavor of the coffee, the warmth spreading through her.

"This is perfect," she said, her voice softening with appreciation. "Just what I needed this morning."

Kylian chuckled, leaning against the counter as he observed her. "I aim to please," he replied with a playful grin. "So, what’s on the agenda for today before brunch?"

Giselle thought for a moment, her mind racing with possibilities. She wanted to savor every second she had with Kylian, knowing that their time together was limited. "Can we stop at a pharmacy on the way to Elise?" she asked, her cheeks flushing. “We didn't use any protection last night.”

Kylian's expression shifted slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his handsome features. He set his coffee cup down and took a step closer to Giselle, his tone turning serious. “Of course, we can. It's important to be safe,” he said, his voice low and reassuring.

Giselle appreciated his immediate response. It made her feel cared for, and she relaxed a little. “Thank you,” she replied, her heart racing not just from their earlier encounter but also from the thought of being responsible.

Once they were ready to leave, Kylian grabbed his keys and offered Giselle his hand, interlacing their fingers as they stepped out into the crisp morning air. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the streets of Paris, making the city look even more enchanting than usual.

As they walked side by side, Giselle couldn’t help but steal glances at Kylian, appreciating the way his confidence radiated with every step. The way he carried himself, combined with the lingering heat of their night together, sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

“So, are you excited for brunch with Elise?” Kylian asked, breaking the comfortable silence between them as they sat in his car.

“Yes, I’m so happy for her and Juels. I can't believe they're engaged,” she smiled as Kylian pushed his foot down on the clutch and his engine roared to life.

Kylian's expression softened as he glanced over at Giselle, clearly enjoying her enthusiasm. "It's a big step," he said, shifting the car into gear and pulling out onto the street. "They seem perfect for each other."

Giselle nodded, her excitement bubbling over. "They really are. I’ve been friends with Elise for so long, and seeing her happy like this just makes my heart swell. I can’t wait to celebrate with them."

As they drove through the picturesque streets of Paris, Giselle felt a sense of contentment wash over her. The city was alive with energy, and she was grateful to share this moment with Kylian. The car ride was filled with light conversation, laughter, and stolen glances that ignited a warmth in her chest.

“So, what’s your plan for the rest of your time in Paris?” Kylian asked, his eyes focused on the road but a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Giselle pondered for a moment, her mind racing. “I have every intention of just going with the flow,” she admitted.

The journey to Elise’s parents' house was pleasantly brief, and before they knew it, Kylian and Giselle found themselves parked in the picturesque driveway of a charming Parisian home. The elegant facade, adorned with intricate moldings and vibrant flower boxes, exuded a welcoming warmth. Surrounding the house were lush green trees, their leaves whispering gently in the soft breeze, setting the perfect scene for a visit filled with nostalgia and warmth.

“Last night was amazing,” Giselle softly, ignoring the warmth in her cheeks.

“And I promise to make tonight even better,” he smirked, his eyes lingering on her plump lips.

Giselle's heart raced at his words, the promise of more nights steeped in passion igniting a flame within her. Tinged with excitement and a hint of trepidation, as she sat with Kylian in his car outside of Elise’s parents' home.

Unbeknownst to Kylian and Giselle, they had attracted a small audience. Elise and Camille discreetly watched from a window that gave them a perfect view of the pair as they sat in the car, wrapped up in a world of their own.

Elise leaned in, nudging Camille excitedly as both women giggled like schoolgirls at their friend, neither of them were aware of the magnitude of her feelings toward romantic love, but they were aware of her disregard for it, so to see her embracing whatever this new connection was made them giddy to say the least.

"Look at them!" Elise whispered, her eyes wide with astonishment. "I know you said they left holding hands last night, but I didn't expect this!"

"I know, right?" Camille whispered back, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "They definitely fucked,”she continued, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, clearly relishing the juicy gossip.

Both women scrambled away from the window and towards the door as Giselle got out of Kylian’s car to scurry towards the front porch, her dress from last night in one hand and heels in the other.

A soft laughter escaped from Camille as she and Elise hurried to open the door, excitement bubbling in their hearts. They had been waiting for this moment, and seeing Giselle on the threshold, a radiant smile plastered across her face, made it all the sweeter.

“Tell us everything!” Elise exclaimed as the door swung open.

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

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 21

Since returning to Madrid the evening prior, Giselle felt as though she had been on a cloud, wholly lost in Kylian. She had barely looked at her phone, blissfully unaware of the whirlwind of messages and notifications awaited her. Each moment spent with Kylian was intoxicating, drawing her deeper into a realm of desire and connection.

It wasn't until the following morning, as Kylian prepared to head to training, that giselle discovered that Maurice wasn't done with his antics despite the distance between them.

As a well-known photographer in the fashion scene, he was known to post photo dumps, capturing and sharing snapshots of his work.

However, his most recent upload had caused a stir: a somewhat cryptic caption about love and fulfilling desires accompanied by a rather intimate picture he had taken of her for a brand she’d worked for.

The picture was intimate, showcasing Giselle as she posed nude in a bathtub filled with bubbles that covered her breasts and womanhood as she looked seductively into the camera. The picture hadn't made the final cut and, until now, sat dormant in a hard drive somewhere.

The moment Giselle's eyes fell upon the photo, her heart raced. The sultry glow of the image, though artistically captivating, felt like a violation of the trust she had placed in Maurice. What stung more was his decision to pair it with a caption that hinted at something deeper, something uninvited. It felt like he had taken a shared moment - one that should have remained intimate and private - and put it on display for everyone to see, twisting it into some grand declaration that was never meant to be.

Kylian glanced at her, reading the shift in her expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concern etching itself into his features.

With trembling fingers, she scrolled down through the comments, each one a volley of confusion and intrigue from Maurice's followers, many latching on to the eroticism of the shot. They seemed enthralled, their excitement only amplifying her discomfort. She couldn't help but imagine what Kylian might think if he saw those words paired with that image. Would he view her differently? Would this crack the perfect bubble they had created?

“Maurice posted a picture he shot of me a while back…but the caption is rather suggestive,” she revealed, her cheeks warming as she turned her phone to show him the screen.

Kylian’s jaw tightened, and his nostrils flared as he took in the image. The intimacy of the photograph, combined with Maurice's provocative words, ignited a protective spark within him. Giselle watched as the subtle change in Kylian’s demeanor shifted from concern to a mix of anger and disbelief.

“Why would he post that?” Kylian asked, his voice low and edged with tension. “Did you know he was planning to post this?”

“Kylian, I don't know why he did that on Instagram; It's an outtake from a campaign we shot a while back. I told him when he confronted me in Nantes-,” Giselle said, unable to finish her sentence before Kylian stopped her mid-sentence.

“When he what?” he frowned, his eyes burning with anger as they met Giselle’s.

“While we were in Nantes, he asked me if I was sure I should be acting so committed to you if you aren't giving me the same and a bunch of other questions,” she revealed cautiously.

“Why didn't you tell me at the time?” Kylian asked his voice a low growl tinged with frustration. He took a step closer, the tension between them palpable, as if the air was charged with unspoken emotions.

“I didn't want to upset you,” Giselle said, her voice barely above a whisper. She could see the storm brewing in his eyes, a familiar fear creeping up her spine as she stepped back from him.

“A man that isn't me is flaunting you on his Instagram and confronting you about something that is none of his business; of course, I’ll be fucking upset,” Kylian spat, the words leaving his mouth souring his mood even more so.

“This is why I didn't say anything, Kylian! You're upset, and that's the last thing I wanted.” Giselle took a deep breath, trying to steady herself against the tidal wave of Kylian's emotions. She could feel the heat radiating off him, a mixture of jealousy, protectiveness, and anger.

“Of course I am fucking upset, you didn't come to me!” Kylian roared, startling Giselle, who instinctively took a step back as the unmistakable look of fear flashed in her eyes.

“Protecting myself is all I know,” Giselle said barely above a whisper as the tears that threatened to fall finally fell down her cheeks. She felt vulnerable under Kylian's intense scrutiny, the weight of his emotions pressing heavily against her chest.

Kylian's expression softened momentarily as he watched her tears spill over, the anger in his gaze dissipating like mis.

“It's been a while since I've been with someone I can depend on, someone I'm not scared of.” At that moment, Kylian came to a sobering realization.

This was a result of her ex, of the physical and mental abuse she suffered finally beginning to show its cracks. She had been given no choice but to learn how to protect herself, with an ex who took pleasure in doing the opposite.

Kylian felt sick with guilt as he thought about all the times she’d had to protect herself from far worse than someone comforting her about her decisions.

Placing a hand on her cheek, Kylian was unable to look into her eyes as his mind ran wild with thoughts of her past. “I have to leave for training,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt torn, caught between his commitment to his sport and the need to be there for Giselle in this moment of vulnerability. The torment in her eyes gnawed at him, a reminder that her battle wasn’t just with him but with shadows of her past that continued to haunt her.

"But Kylian..." Giselle started, reaching out for him, yearning for his touch, for reassurance that he wouldn’t leave her when she needed him the most. The fear of abandonment clawed at her, a familiar echo that brought back memories she wished to forget.

"I know," he interrupted gently, finally meeting her gaze, his own heart aching at the sight of her tears. "I just... I need to clear my head. I promise I’ll talk to you about this later." His thumb brushed gently against her cheek, wiping away her tears as he fought to maintain his composure.

Giselle nodded slowly, her heart heavy. She understood that training was compulsory for Kylian, but the thought of him leaving her in such an emotional state weighed heavily on her. The warmth of his hand against her cheek was a stark reminder of the connection they shared, even as she battled her fears and insecurities.

“Just promise me you won’t shut me out,” she pleaded, her voice trembling as the vulnerability in her heart made itself known. “I don't want you to be mad at me.”

Kylian’s brow furrowed at her words. “I promise we will talk later,” he affirmed, although the tension still hung between them.

With a heavy sigh, Kylian stepped back, the space between them feeling like a chasm. His heart ached as he turned to leave, leaving giselle alone in the kitchen as he made his way into the garage.

Giselle watched as he went, her eyes filling with tears as the reality of their argument settled in. She felt a mix of dread and longing as she thought about how deeply they had let each other in, only to be confronted by the shadows of her past and the fear clinging to her heart. Each footfall of Kylian's on the wooden floor echoed like a countdown to her anxiety, amplifying the emptiness that his departure left behind.

As the sound of the garage door closing faded into silence, Giselle leaned against the countertop, her fingers tracing the cool surface as if it could ground her. She was hyper-aware of the world around her—the way the sunlight streamed in through the window, the bitter scent of coffee lingering in the air—all these ordinary moments felt deeply contrasting to the turmoil within her.

The weight of her fears began to suffocate her, cruel whispers gnawing at the edges of her mind—what if he decided he no longer wanted this with her? What if her baggage was a little too heavy?

Taking a shaky breath, she wiped her tears and cheeks in a futile attempt to regain the composure she desperately craved. She couldn’t let herself fall too deep into despair. Kylian cared for her, even if they were in this tumultuous moment. They had shared laughter, intimacy, and dreams of a future, all shadowed by the emotional scars of her past that she was still learning to navigate.

Just then, Giselle's phone buzzed on the countertop, a welcome distraction. It was Camille who also wanted answers upon seeing the picture Maurice had posted on his Instagram.

Unlike Kylian, her curiosity wasn't laced with possession as she listened to Giselle recount the awkward confrontation that took place in Nantes, followed by his suggestive Instagram post.

“Have you spoken to Maurice?” Camille asked. “Or even Elise?”

“I haven't bothered to message Elise, but I did ask her brother to delete the post, he apologized and said he would before I blocked him,” Giselle explained.

“And Kylian's pissed at you?”

Giselle bit her lip, contemplating her next words as she felt a wave of emotion wash over her. "He's not just mad at me, Camille. He's hurt. He wouldn't even look at me when he left for training; he's disappointed.”

“Gi, I'm sure that's not the case. Disappointed is a strong word,” Camille replied softly, her tone shifting to one of gentle reassurance. "Kylian cares about you. This is all just a part of the emotional rollercoaster that comes with being with someone. He’s probably just processing everything, you know?”

Giselle sighed heavily, pressing her palm to her forehead as if to ward off the impending headache that followed her emotional turmoil. “I’m the problem, Camille; it’s one thing after another,” she said as she left the kitchen to head upstairs, bypassing Kylian's room and instead slipping into one of his guest rooms.

In the stillness of Kylian's guest room, Giselle sank onto the bed, the soft fabric cradling her as she felt the world's weight press down upon her. The room, filled with the faint scent of cedar and a hint of his cologne, wrapped around her like a warm embrace, yet it felt anything but comforting in her turmoil.

As she lay back on the pillows, her mind raced through the events of the day—Kylian's anger, her own vulnerability, and the questions that swirled like a storm in her heart. How did things escalate so quickly? Why did she always find herself caught in this web of fear and doubt?

She stared at the ceiling, tracing the patterns in the plaster with her eyes, trying to anchor herself in the present, to silence the nagging voice that suggested she wasn't worthy of Kylian's love. The intimacy they'd shared, the laughter, and those fleeting moments of joy felt distant now, overshadowed by the weight of her past and the fear that history might repeat itself.

It was then that the oppressive silence of the room became too much to bear. She buried herself under the comforter, shutting her sore eyes and willing herself to sleep.

Over at Real Madrid’s training grounds, Kylian was moving through his usual routine, but everything felt different. The drills and exercises blurred into a haze as his mind replayed the conversation with Giselle over and over again. Every word, every emotional crack in her voice echoed in his skull like a drumbeat, drowning out the shouts of his teammates and the whistle of the coach.

Kylian's feet moved automatically, but his mind was miles away, fixated on the hurt that had flashed across Giselle's face when he raised his voice. He had never intended to make her cry; she was too precious to him for that. The thought gnawed at him like a festering wound, one he couldn't seem to heal.

It wasn't the picture of her that Maurice posted or even the confrontation between him and Giselle that had fueled his anger; it was a mix of jealousy, possession, the overwhelming desire to protect her, and the fact that instead of coming to him, she chose to face him alone.

The tension was thick in the air as Kylian tried to focus on the training exercises, but his heart wasn’t in it. Each practice drill turned into an exercise in futility as his thoughts continuously circled back to Giselle's tears and the sorrowful way her eyes had looked at him. He could still feel the weight of her pain, and it gnawed at him, distracting him from the sprinting, the passes, the goals.

Before setting off for training earlier, he’d called to arrange having flowers dropped off at his place for her. The gesture an olive branch to let her know that despite the tension that hung between them, he cared for her deeply.

Kylian knew Giselle well enough to know that she was more than likely back at his place, blaming herself for the situation when, in reality, she didn't need to.

All he wanted was for her to need him, to understand that he was who she could turn to when life threatened to overwhelm her. The thought of her feeling alone in her struggle sent another wave of frustration coursing through him. He couldn’t shake the image of her tears from his mind or the pain he'd inadvertently caused by not being more patient—by not offering the reassurance she needed in that crucial moment.

As practice droned on, Kylian found himself channeling that swirling mix of emotions, pushing his body harder, shooting the ball with greater force as a way to expel the tempest of frustration and guilt that plagued him. But with each strike against the ball, there was an accompanying ache in his heart, knowing that it wasn’t just the training that was suffering; it was their relationship teetering on the edge of misunderstanding.

“Hey,” Marco said, jogging over after practice, the sweat glistening on his brow. “You okay? You were out there like a man possessed.”

Kylian glanced at him, catching his breath. “I'm good,” he mumbled, though the words felt heavy and insincere on his tongue. He forced a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Marco wasn’t buying it, but it was evident that his teammate didn't want to speak about whatever plagued him.

In the confines of Kylian's guest room, Giselle stirred from her sleep to the sound of the doorbell ringing through the house.

Startled awake, Giselle blinked against the sunlight spilling through the window, confusion clouding her mind as she struggled to gather her bearings. The dreamy remnants of her sleep faded away, replaced by a gnawing anxiety that wrapped around her heart like a vice.

Her first thought was of Kylian. What if he had decided to come back and talk things over? Warmth surged through her at the possibility, but was quickly extinguished by the reminder of their earlier confrontation. No, he may not want to see her yet.

She glanced at her phone on the nightstand—no missed calls, no messages. The doorbell chimed again, pulling her from her spiraling thoughts. With a deep breath to steady herself, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, feeling the cool floor beneath her feet as she padded down the hallway toward the entrance.

She hesitated as she reached the door, her heart racing at the thought of whoever stood on the other side.

Pulling it open, Giselle's heart skipped a beat as she saw a delivery man carry two large bouquets of roses, one pink and the other deep red.

“Are you Giselle?” the delivery man asked, a friendly smile on his face.

“Yes, that’s me,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she took in the sight of the flowers.

“Delivery from Kylian Mbappé,” he announced, handing her the bouquets. The sweet scent of the roses wafted through the air, filling her lungs with a mixture of joy and confusion.

“Thank you,” Giselle managed, stepping aside to let the man leave. She closed the door, feeling the weight of the flowers' presence as she cradled them against her chest.

Kylian had sent her flowers.

She picked up the pink bouquet first, gently trailing her fingers along the delicate petals. There was something so thoughtful in this gesture, something that tugged at the corners of her heart. It felt like a bridge being built, a way to reconnect after their painful confrontation.

Setting the bouquets on the one coffee table in his living room, she arranged them in their vases, her mind still swirling with thoughts of Kylian. The way his anger dissolved when he saw her tears, the overwhelming urge to protect her while battling his own demons, and the gentle touch of his thumb brushing away her sadness.

What had begun as an argument now seemed to transform into something more potent—a deepening bond forged by pain, understanding, hope, and a desire for healing. Kylian’s actions were a silent promise that he would not turn away from her and that despite the weight of her problems, he wanted to be there for her.

She caught sight of her reflection in the window, her eyes still red from crying and a few hours of sleep. With a soft sigh, she headed upstairs to splash her face with cold water, trying to erase the remnants of her earlier distress. As she stared into the mirror, she took a moment to collect herself.

With each splash of cold water, the fog of anxiety began to lift, revealing clarity in its place. The memories washed over her—the warmth of Kylian's touch, the way he looked when he talked about his dreams with her, and the laughter they shared. They reminded her of what they were fighting for: the potential of a future that held promise, love, and connection.

After drying her face, Giselle returned to the living room, feeling the soft petals of the roses brush against her fingertips. The pink roses symbolized admiration, gratitude, and grace—qualities she desperately needed to remember in herself. The deep red ones spoke of passion and desire, qualities she knew Kylian felt for her, even when the unforgiving voice in the back of her mind told her otherwise.

Giselle wasn't sure how much time had passed as she sat lost in her thoughts, the sound of Kylian’s sluggish footsteps pulling her from her reverie. The door creaked open as he stepped inside the living room, his expression a mix of resolve and uncertainty. His eyes scan the room before landing on her.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice carrying a weight that filled the space between them.

“Hey,” she replied, her heart racing as she met his gaze. The tension that had defined their earlier exchange hung thick in the air. Giselle’s fingers fidgeted with the hem of her top, a nervous habit that had resurfaced with all the emotions swirling around them.

Kylian's gaze flickered to the flowers on the coffee table, the sight of them bringing a subtle shift in his demeanor. “I—I wanted to apologize for earlier,” he said, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of vulnerability. He took a step closer, the space between them collapsing slightly. “I didn’t mean to raise my voice. I should have handled it differently.”

“Thank you,” Giselle managed, her voice barely above a whisper as she felt tears forming in her eyes once more. “And I'm sorry I didn't come to you about Maurice while we were in Nantes.”

“Giselle, I want you. I want to protect you, but I don't know how if you won't let me,” Kylian said, his voice softening as he stepped closer, narrowing the distance between them. His eyes held an intensity that made her heart flutter, a mix of passion and vulnerability.

“It's hard for me,” Giselle admitted, her voice trembling as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. “I’ve spent so long learning to shield myself, to protect my heart. It's difficult to let someone in, especially after everything...”

Kylian reached out, his hand gently cupping her cheek, prompting her to meet his gaze fully. “I get it,” he affirmed quietly, his thumb brushing against her skin in a comforting caress. “I really do. But I want to be there for you, to fight side by side with you, not against you. You’re not alone in this.”

His words wrapped around her heart like a warm embrace, igniting a flicker of hope as she searched his eyes for sincerity. “I don’t want to push you away, Kylian. I just don’t know how to break down these walls,” she confessed.

“It’s okay to be scared,” he replied, his voice low and comforting. “I don’t expect you to have it all figured out overnight. I’m right here, ready to take it one step at a time with you.”

With a shaky breath, Giselle nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and vulnerability swirling within her. The warmth of his hand on her cheek had a grounding effect, reminding her of the safety and affection that lay within their connection.

“Can we start over?” she whispered, her eyes glimmering with unshed tears. “I want to rebuild what we had, to find our way back to each other.”

Kylian’s gaze softened, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Of course. Just promise me you’ll always come to me, no matter how hard it feels. I don’t want to be left in the dark anymore,” he said earnestly.

“I promise,” Giselle replied, her heart swelling with gratitude. “I’ll try my best.”

“That is all I ask,” Kylian said, his voice thick with emotion as he leaned in, his forehead resting gently against hers. The world around them faded into the background, leaving only the connection they shared—the unbreakable bond forged in the fires of vulnerability and understanding.

“Can I take you to dinner tonight?” he asked, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. The spark of hope flickered in his gaze, a silent promise that this time would be different.

Giselle felt a smile break through her earlier worries, lighting up her expression. “I would love that,” she replied, her heart racing in anticipation. “It sounds perfect.”

Kylian’s features relaxed, the tension that had plagued them both slowly dissipating as a sense of relief washed over him. “Great. A car will be here later to collect us, have you eaten something today?” he asked.

“I did,” Giselle said, her response only half a lie as she couldn't bring herself to eat the fruit she had prepared for herself.

Although their previous argument was based around jealously and telling the truth, she couldn't bring herself to reveal she’s spent most of the time he was at training crying.

Instead, she focused on the small victories—the warmth of his hand against her skin, the hope blooming between them. Kylian, sensing her hesitation, decided to embrace the present moment rather than linger on the discussion of their past.

“Alright, then,” he said, a playful glint returning to his eyes. “What do you want to wear? I want you to feel beautiful tonight.”

Giselle felt her heart flutter at his words. “I don’t know… Something casual, I guess?” she replied, a shy smile creeping onto her lips.

“Casual?” Kylian teased, his brow raised. “I want you in a dress and heels.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” she said, the air between them still slightly tense as they both navigated the remnants of their earlier conversation.

Kylian’s smile widened, and in that moment, she could see the boyish charm that had first drawn her to him. “You could wear anything, and you’d still look stunning,” he replied, his voice warm.

Giselle felt a blush creeping across her cheeks at his compliment, and for the first time that day, she dared to believe that everything would be okay. “Okay, I’ll wear a dress then,” she said with newfound determination. The prospect of dinner suddenly felt exciting rather than daunting.

As Kylian stepped back, the gentle touch lingering on her cheek brought a swirling mix of gratitude and anticipation. “I’ll give you some space to get ready,” he said, a hint of reluctance in his tone. “But just know that I can’t wait to see you.”

“Neither can I,” Giselle replied, her heart fluttering at the thought of their dinner together, the potential to further rebuild their connection.

Kylian flashed her a supportive smile before heading back toward the door, but he paused just before stepping outside. “One last thing,” he said, a serious note creeping back into his voice. “Remember, no more hiding things from me. We’re in this together, alright?”

Giselle nodded, feeling the weight of his words resonate deeply within her. “I promise.”

“Thank you,” he smiled softly, before stepping away from her so he could head upstairs and offload his belongings.

Giselle felt secure as far as kylian went, but the sobering fact that she was the problem still lingered

in her mind.

The fact that if they were to come to ruin it wouldn't be because of outside influence, or Kylian or even the demand of their careers. It would be because of her fear and the unresolved shadows of the past that clung to her like a heavy cloak.

As she busied herself with finding the perfect dress, Giselle couldn’t shake the nagging thoughts. Each delicate fabric she touched felt like a reminder that she needed to confront her fears head-on. More than just to be in a relationship with Kylian, she needed to understand herself—her worth, her fears, how her past shaped who she was and how to break the cycle.

With a determined heart, she rummaged through her suitcases, abandoning her usual go-to selections for something that felt more like her—a gesture of self-love and acceptance. She pulled out a soft, figure-hugging black dress. Designed to accentuate her curves without being overly revealing, it felt both elegant and comfortable. She paired it with strappy heels that would give her a little height, a boost of confidence she desperately needed as she prepared for their dinner.

By 6:30, Kylian stood patiently in his foyer, waiting for Giselle, who he noticed had moved into one of his guest bedrooms—a fact he would address later.

He heard the click of her heels before he caught sight of her. The moment he laid eyes on her, the breath caught in his throat. The black dress hugged her frame perfectly, accentuating her curves in a way that made his heart race. The simple elegance of her attire, paired with her radiant smile, erased any remnants of tension from earlier, leaving nothing but wonder and affection in its wake.

“Wow,” he breathed, unable to hide the admiration in his gaze. “You look stunning.”

Giselle blushed under the intensity of his gaze, a shy smile spreading across her lips as she shifted her weight, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. “Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself,” she teased, nodding toward and tailored pants and the rich cashmere sweater he wore.

Kylian chuckled softly, his demeanor visibly lighter as he stepped closer, closing the distance between them. “I had to make sure I looked good enough to take you out,” he replied, the playful banter easing them both into a more comfortable space.

As they stood together, the air shifted, filled with an unspoken promise of connection and understanding.

“I don't know, you look really handsome when you're dressed up, but I think my favorite might be you on match days,” Giselle smirked, feeling slightly shy under Kylian's gaze.

Kylian grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, is that so? I’ll have to keep that in mind and wear my jersey more often.”

Giselle laughed softly, the sound lightening the mood surrounding them. It felt good to share this moment, to let their playful banter weave through the remnants of their earlier tensions. But underneath her laughter, a current of apprehension still lingered, the echoes of her past whispering caution as she stepped into the unknown.

“Are you ready?” Kylian asked, his tone shifting to one of earnest curiosity, a subtle reminder that they still had unresolved feelings to navigate.

She took a deep breath, summoning her courage. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” she replied, determination shining in her eyes. “Let’s go.”

Kylian’s smile widened, his heart buoyed by her willingness to move forward together. He took her hand gently, entwining their fingers as they headed out to the car that waited outside.

As they settled into the backseat, Giselle felt a warmth envelop her, a sense of safety out in the world with him that she had yearned for. The driver navigated through the streets of Madrid.

The cityscape unfolded around them like a cinematic dream, vibrant and full of life. Lights began to twinkle as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the bustling streets. Giselle leaned her head against the window, watching as the familiar streets transformed into a magical backdrop; each turn ignited a sense of anticipation fluttering in her chest.

“Where are we going?” she finally asked, turning her gaze to Kylian, who wore an enigmatic smile.

“Just wait and see,” he replied, his playful tone igniting a spark of curiosity within her. “Trust me, it’s going to be perfect.”

As the driver pulled into a narrow street, Giselle was intrigued by the hidden charm of the area. Surrounded by quaint cafes and boutique shops, the ambiance felt intimate and inviting. They finally arrived at a stunning rooftop restaurant, its elegant entrance framed by lush greenery and glittering fairy lights.

The driver opened the door, and as Kylian stepped out, he extended his hand to help Giselle from the car. “Are you ready for the best dinner of your life?” he asked, his gaze twinkling with excitement.

Giselle chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through her. “Now I am!” she replied, feeling alive in the moment as she took his hand, their fingers intertwining as they made their way inside.

As they stepped onto the rooftop, Giselle gasped in awe. The restaurant was perched high above the city, offering breathtaking views of Madrid's skyline. The twinkling city lights sparkled like stars in the twilight, a stunning backdrop that enhanced the enchanting atmosphere. The tables were adorned with soft candlelight and exquisitely arranged flowers, creating a romantic oasis amid the bustling city below.

Kylian guided her to a private table, nestled in a corner overlooking the stunning panorama. In the soft glow of the candles, Giselle could see his eyes filled with earnestness as they sat down.

“I wanted tonight to be special,” Kylian said, his voice sincere. “I needed a place where we could just be together, away from everything else.”

“Thank you. This is breathtaking,” Giselle breathed, her heart swelling with appreciation. The ambiance, coupled with Kylian’s presence, felt more intimate than any glamorous venue could offer.

As they settled into their evening, a server approached with a menu, but Kylian waved a hand. “We’ll have a bottle of your finest white wine,” he stated confidently, earning an approving nod from the server.

With the wine served and poured, and their meals ordered a comfortable silence enveloped them for a moment, allowing them to take in the beauty of the setting and the gravity of the moment.

“Giselle,” Kylian said softly, breaking the silence as his gaze held hers. “I hope you know that what happened earlier or whatever any posts doesn't change how I feel about you. I want to support you, and I want to understand you.”

“I know,” she replied, feeling her heart flutter at his words. “I appreciate you being so understanding. I never meant to make you feel like you didn’t matter.”

“It’s just… I hate the thought of you feeling alone in any of this. I want to be your partner, in every sense, and I’d like to think you can lean on me,” he confessed, his vulnerability shining through.

Giselle nodded, her heart swelling with warmth. “I want that too. I’m just learning how to navigate my feelings and fears. Being with you makes it easier, but I know that I still have things to get over for myself.”

The server returned, presenting their first course, a beautifully plated dish that smelled divine. They shared their meals, laughter mingling with the clinking of glasses as they enjoyed the delicious offerings. Each bite was exquisite, celebrated by shared smiles and soft teasing reminiscent of the playful comfort they once knew.

As the evening unfolded, their conversation deepened, ranging from their dreams to the trivial moments of their day-to-day lives. The natural ebb and flow of their dialogue filled the air with warmth, reassuring each other that they could trust in this moment.

With dessert on the table—a decadent chocolate mousse—the sun had fully set, and the stars twinkled overhead like tiny beacons of hope. The world below felt distant, and it was just the two of them, cocooned in this intimate space.

“This is the last thing I expected during my visit to Paris for Elise and Juels’ engagement weekend,” Giselle smiled softly as she looked at their joined hands resting leisurely in the middle of the circular dining table.

“Are you happy?” Kylian asked, causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach. He leaned closer, his intense gaze fixed on her, searching for an answer beyond words.

Giselle took a moment to gather her thoughts, the ambiance of the room. The warmth emanating from Kylian sent a shiver down her spine, both thrilling and terrifying.

“I am happy,” she finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper, yet resolute. The truth lingered in the air like the intoxicating aroma of fine wine that filled the room. “You make me happy.”

Kylian's lips curled into a slow smile, one that ignited a spark of excitement in Giselle's heart. “Good,” he murmured, his voice smooth like the velvet drapes framing the window. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her hand, sending electricity coursing through her veins. “Because you make me feel the same.”

She inhaled sharply, the implication of his words wrapping around her like a warm embrace. The intimate atmosphere of the dimly lit room, the soft clinking of glasses and distant laughter from the other guests, faded into the background. It was just the two of them, suspended in a moment that felt both dangerous and enticing.

“Good,” Giselle blushed, her breath hitching. She could feel her cheeks warming as Kylian held her gaze, his eyes shining with a mixture of confidence and longing.

“I meant what I said in Nantes about wanting you to be my girlfriend,” he leaned in closer, his voice low and inviting, “I want to be the only man you look to when you need someone to make you smile, to lean on when you're feeling vulnerable.”

Giselle's heart raced at his declaration. The gravity of Kylian's words hung in the air, making her pulse quicken with a blend of desire and apprehension.

“You are,” she confessed, the truth spilling from her lips like wine from a fine bottle—rich and intoxicating.

They returned to Kylian's house later that night, a sense of warmth enveloping them in the quiet aftermath of their dinner. The atmosphere was charged with unspoken words and shared glances, a comfortable intimacy settling between them like a soft blanket.

After their first real argument knew better than to spiral back into doubt. The shadows of Kylian's earlier anger felt distant as they entered the living space, and Giselle was acutely aware of the gentle thrum of excitement coursing through her veins.

Kylian stepped inside first, holding the door open for her with a small, casual grin that hinted at mischief. “Welcome back,” he said playfully, the warmth in his voice a stark contrast to the tension of their previous days.

Giselle smiled back, a spark of joy igniting at the sight of him. The lingering aftertaste of their dinner—the laughter, the shared stories, the unguarded glances—chased away the shadows that had threatened to haunt her heart. “Thank you for tonight,” she said, feeling her cheeks warm as she stepped over the threshold.

Kylian followed closely behind, his presence enveloping her like a safe haven. “I had a great time,” he replied, the sincerity in his voice making her feel cherished. He took a step closer, the warmth radiating between them like the flickering flame of a candle, illuminating the way forward.

In that intimate moment, Giselle’s pulse quickened as Kylian’s gaze deepened. She felt an unmistakable connection—a magnetic pull that felt both exhilarating and terrifying in its intensity.

“Kylian,” she began, her voice catching slightly in her throat. “I—”

Before she could finish her sentence, his hand gently cupped her cheek, tilting her head upward, his thumb brushing against her skin with an affectionate caress. She felt her heart race as he leaned in closer, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, his voice low and tender, like a lover’s whisper cloaked in desire.

Giselle’s heart swelled at his words—the very embodiment of respect wrapped in passion. She nodded, unable to find her voice, losing herself in the depths of his gaze as she leaned in closer, closing the distance.

His lips brushed against hers softly, a tantalizing mix of expectations and shyness. It was a gentle kiss, an exploration that felt delicate yet consuming, igniting a fire within her that had laid dormant for too long.

With each brush of his lips against hers, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, as if they both sought to convey all the unspoken emotions that had haunted them. The world faded away, no longer filled with anxieties or fears, just them and the promise that lingered in the night air.

As he pulled her closer, their bodies melded together, creating a warmth that was intoxicating. Giselle’s fingertips grazed the nape of his neck, entwining themselves in his hair as she surrendered to the moment—every worry forgotten, if only for now.

Kylian’s hands roamed down her waist, anchoring her against him as he deepened the kiss. And she couldn’t help but melt into him, the intoxicating blend of longing and familiarity washing over her like a tidal wave.

After what felt like a blissful eternity, they finally pulled apart, breathless and slightly dazed, gazing at each other with wide eyes filled with newfound emotion.

“You have no idea, I have been dying to kiss you since this morning,” Kylian murmured, a playful grin lighting up his face, causing her heart to flutter.

Giselle chuckled lightly, her cheeks glowing. “I wouldn't have stopped you,” she admitted, her words spilling out in a rush as the thrill of their kiss still lingered between them.

“Not after making you cry,” Kylian replied, his expression softening. “I wanted to make things right. You deserve to feel cherished, to feel everything but pain.”

Giselle’s heart ached at his sincerity. It was true; the emotional turbulence of the past few days had weighed heavily on her, leaving scars she thought would linger. Yet here, wrapped in Kylian’s warmth, there was hope—a promise that maybe things could be different.

“I... I’m starting to realize that,” she replied softly, her fingers still brushing through his hair, grounding herself in the reality of this moment with him.

Kylian’s gaze held hers, searching for understanding, for connection. “I know it’s been tough, but I want to be here for you. I am here for you.”

His words resonated with her, echoing the thoughts she hadn’t yet put into words. She took a deep breath; the air between them charged with emotion, filled with unvoiced desires.

Giselle felt a warmth spread through her as she absorbed his sincerity. "You have no idea how much that means to me," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. There was something about Kylian that made her feel safe, as if the shadows of her past could be banished by the light of his presence.

He smiled softly, his eyes reflecting the flickering light—a blend of passion and genuine care. "I want to explore this connection," he said, his voice wrapping around her like a soft embrace. "But only if you're ready."

The tension in the air crackled with possibility, and Giselle could feel the weight of their unspoken desires pressing against her heart. “I am,” she breathed, her heart racing at the thought of exploring this newfound intimacy. The idea of sharing more than just kisses—a deeper connection that transcended the physical—thrilled her.

With a gentle but firm hand, Kylian guided her towards the living room, where the soft glow of the lamp created an inviting atmosphere. He settled onto the couch, pulling her down beside him, their elbows brushing together, sending shivers up her spine. The proximity ignited a fire within her, and she found herself leaning into him, seeking that warmth that made her feel alive.

Kylian turned to her, his expression serious but softened by the curve of his lips. "Tell me what you want, Giselle."

The question hung heavy in the air, filled with implications. Giselle’s pulse quickened, her thoughts racing as she considered his words. She wanted to feel seen, cherished, and desired. But more than that, she wanted to explore the depths of what was blossoming between them—an intimacy that felt like a long-overdue reunion.

"I want to feel everything with you," she finally said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I want to lose myself in this moment, in you, and forget about everything else.”

His gaze darkened with desire, and he leaned closer, catching her gaze with an intensity that made her breath hitch.

With that, he cupped her face in his hands again, and as he leaned in for another kiss, it was no longer tentative or shy. This time, their lips collided with urgency, a fierce hunger that reflected the passion swirling in their hearts. Kylian's hands trailed down her arms, igniting every inch of her skin he touched, sending tingles that sparked a deeper longing.

Giselle responded instinctively, her hands roaming over his shoulders, feeling the strength beneath her fingertips. The kiss deepened, becoming a dance of exploration, their mouths moving together in a perfect rhythm that spoke of desire and promise.

As they lost themselves in each other, Giselle felt barriers crumble within her. The warmth of Kylian’s body encased her like a cocoon, and in that moment, she dared to believe in the beauty of vulnerability—the kind that comes when two souls intersect, fragile yet fierce.

Kylian’s hands found her waist, pulling her closer, and she melted against him, letting go of her fears and doubts. In the embrace, there was solace; in the kiss, there was a promise of something more—a future entwined in passion, trust, and lingering devotion.

It wasn't before long Giselle was lost entirely in pleasure, her eyes glossed over with tears as she held Kylian's gaze as he feasted on her pussy, the dress she wore slung carelessly over the back of sofa.

Giselle let out a soft moan as Kylian's tongue circled her sensitive clit, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. Her fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him closer as she arched her back, desperate for more , creating an intimate atmosphere that felt both alluring and slightly sinful.

"Oh, Kylian..." she breathed, her voice trembling with a tangle of pleasure and raw emotion. His name sounded like a prayer on her lips, a silent plea for him to never stop, to never leave her side. In this moment, wrapped up in the heat of their shared passion.

Kylian's hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as his tongue delved deeper, exploring every inch of her most intimate places.

Giselle's breath hitched as Kylian's masterful tongue delved even deeper, probing her wet entrance with a hunger that ignited every nerve ending. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of his touch. "Yes, right there," she gasped, her voice a blend of plea and praise.

Kylian groaned softly against her wet flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core. His hands slid up her thighs, his roughened fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. He gripped her ass, pulling her closer, devouring her like a man starved.

Giselle's head fell back against the couch, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. The room spun, the world narrowing to the point where Kylian's mouth met her body. She could feel the heat building low in her belly, the telltale signs of an impending climax threatening to consume her.

Giselle's moans grew louder and more urgent as Kylian's tongue worked its magic, flicking and circling her sensitive nub with expert precision. She could feel her inner muscles contracting, tightening around nothing as her orgasm built, threatening to overwhelm her at any moment. "Kylian, I'm so close," she whimpered, her hips grinding against his face, seeking that final push over the edge.

Kylian hummed his approval, the sound vibrating against her most intimate flesh and sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her body. He slipped two fingers inside her, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot that made her eyes roll back. Giselle cried out, her fingers tightening their grip on his hair as she rode his face with abandon, chasing her release, as her body tensed, every muscle pulled taut.

With a final cry of ecstasy, Giselle shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her inner walls fluttered around Kylian's fingers as he continued to stroke her through her climax, prolonging the intense sensations that radiated from her core.

"Kylian!" she gasped, her voice raw with passion. She could feel her juices dripping down his chin as he lapped at her, not wasting a single drop of her essence. The sight of him, so devoted to her pleasure, only heightened her arousal even further.

As the aftershocks subsided, Giselle collapsed back against the couch, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Kylian crawled up her body, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of satisfaction. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.

“My beautiful girlfriend,” he murmured against her lips. Giselle's heart raced as she processed his words, the weight of that title settling inside her like a warm embrace. The thrill of being called his girlfriend ignited something deep within her, a sense of belonging and connection that made her feel cherished in every sense.

“Girlfriend,” she repeated softly, the word rolling off her tongue with a mix of delight and disbelief. There was an intoxicating thrill in the newness of it, a promise of all the adventures that lay ahead. She pulled away slightly to meet his gaze, her eyes shimmering with emotion. “I never thought I would get here with you.”

Kylian smiled, his thumb gently brushing across her cheek, wiping away the remnants of their passion. “Neither did I, but here we are. You make me want things I didn’t know I needed.”

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Fine as fuck! 🤤😍

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

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 16

After watching Kylian give his all on the pitch for over two hours with his Real Madrid teammates and subsequently play a key role in securing their advance in the Champions League, it was evident why he, among so many, had been chosen to captain the French national team. He was a natural-born leader whose playing style could improve those around him.

Giselle couldn't take her eyes off him as he slumped beside her on his living room sofa. Despite his body running low on energy after the evening's events, his mind was still fast at work.

“So, what does it mean to be the captain of the French national team?” Giselle asked with genuine curiosity as she settled onto the plush sofa beside Kylian. The soft fabric enveloping them in comfort after such a busy day.

“Are you a journalist?” he teased playfully, a smile creeping across his face. He tilted his head back slightly, allowing himself to relax into the cushions as he focused his full attention on her, his eyes sparkling with intrigue.

“I’m just trying to figure out how you carry so much and make it look easy,” Giselle shrugged, allowing Kylian to pull her into his lap.

“It's not easy, but I deal with it. I am living my dream,” Kylian replied, his voice barely above a whisper as his hands found Giselle's hips. Their eyes met in a lingering gaze that held unspoken thoughts and shared ambitions.

Giselle felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach, grounded by the intensity of his presence. “I can see that. It must be exhilarating, standing on the pitch, the crowd chanting your name,” she replied, allowing herself to lean closer, their faces inches apart.

“It is. But it comes with pressure,” he admitted, his thumb gently tracing the curve of her waist, a gesture both tender and electrifying. “I have to inspire my teammates, lead them through victories and defeats alike.”

“I can't think of anyone more suited for that role,” Giselle replied softly, lost momentarily in the depths of his dark eyes. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, and it was intoxicating. “You've already conquered so much at such a young age.”

“I try to keep my feet on the ground,” Kylian answered with a smile, though his expression grew more serious. “But sometimes it feels like I carry not just my dreams but the hopes of everyone around me.”

Giselle bit her lip, trying to mask her admiration. Yet there was something undeniably magnetic about him—his passion, his vulnerability, the way he spoke about the weight he bore with such grace. It pulled her in closer, the air between them thickening with a mix of desire and connection. “That’s a lot to carry,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. But you do it so well.”

Kylian's gaze flickered down to her lips before returning to her eyes, his breath hitching slightly. “It helps to have people who understand,” he replied, his tone low and inviting. There was an intimacy in the moment, heightened by the closeness of their bodies.

“Go and lie down,” Giselle whispered against Kylian’s lips, her smile curving as she felt his body relax beneath her while she straddled his lap.

“I have to pack,” he drawled as his hands moved to her waist, squeezing her gently. “We leave for Paris tomorrow afternoon.”

Giselle leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. “I can pack for you,” she persuaded, drawing circles on his chest with her fingertips. “Tonight was a tough game, I got it.”

Standing from his lap, Giselle took Kylian's hand and pulled him up from the living room sofa so they could head upstairs to his bedroom.

Hooking his finger through a loop in the back of her jeans, Kylian pulled her body back into his, his free hand resting on her stomach. He pushed his face into the crease of her neck, allowing Giselle to guide him.

As Giselle led him up the staircase, Kylian found himself captivated by the graceful sway of her hips. The denim jeans she wore clung to her curves, accentuating her figure and igniting a spark of admiration within him.

His hand instinctively settled possessively on her waist as he followed her, a silent acknowledgment of their connection. Once they reached his bedroom, he confidently kicked the door shut behind them with a soft thud while Giselle made a beeline for his walk-in closet, her movements fluid and purposeful, as if she belonged there.

Kylian leaned against the doorframe as he watched her pull his silver Rimowa suitcase into the center of the room so she could get down onto her knees and unzip it.

Kylian's eyes followed Giselle's every move, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her kneel before his suitcase. The sight of her on her knees, even in such an innocent context, stirred something primal within him. He pushed off the doorframe and stalked towards her, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet.

Taking a seat on the leather bench situated in the corner of the room, Kylian settled in to watch her, feeling an undeniable pull of desire as he took in the way her body moved with grace and intent.

Giselle looked up at him from her position, her eyes glimmering with a playful challenge. “What do you need, captain?”

“You,” Kylian replied, his voice deep and resolute, a hunger simmering just beneath the surface. The playful banter had shifted, replaced with a tension that crackled in the air like static before a storm.

Giselle's heart raced as she felt the weight of his gaze on her. It was as if he could see right through her, unraveling the layers of admiration and desire that intertwined in her chest. She bit her lip, an involuntary reaction to the raw magnetism between them.

“Me?” she repeated, her tone teasing yet laced with an unmistakable eagerness. She pushed her hair back over her shoulder, the gesture revealing the delicate line of her neck, inviting.

“Yes,” Kylian affirmed, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his posture radiating both confidence and a primal draw. “I only need the basics, I can arrange the rest back home in Paris.”

Giselle's heart fluttered at Kylian's words, a warmth spreading through her chest. She stood up slowly, closing the distance between them until she was standing directly in front of him. Her eyes locked with his, a silent challenge passing between them.

"Just the basics, huh?" she murmured, her voice low and sultry. She placed her hands on his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath his jersey. "I think I can handle that."

Kylian's hands came to rest on her hips, his fingers digging in slightly as he pulled her closer. "I have no doubt," he replied, his accent thickening with his growing arousal. "You've been handling me quite well so far."

Giselle leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I have, haven't I? Let's see how well I can pack for you then."

She stepped back, breaking the contact, and turned to the closet. Kylian watched her intently, his eyes never leaving her form as she moved with purpose. Giselle pulled out his essentials: underwear, socks, T-shirts, and a couple of sweatsuits, and olaced them into his suitcase.

Kylian stood, walking over to her. As he approached, Giselle felt his presence behind her, a silent promise of the passion to come. She continued folding his clothes, trying to maintain a semblance of focus despite the distraction of his closeness.

His hands slid around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. Giselle let out a soft gasp, her body molding to his as if they were two pieces of a puzzle finally fitting together. Kylian's lips found the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, placing a gentle kiss there before nipping lightly.

"You're distracting me," Giselle breathed, tilting her head to give him better access. Her hands faltered in their task, the shirt she was folding slipping from her grasp.

Kylian chuckled low in his throat, the vibrations sending shivers down Giselle's spine. "Am I now?" he murmured against her skin, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts through her shirt. "Perhaps that's the point."

Giselle arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Kylian," she breathed, his name a plea and a warning all in one. "We're supposed to be packing."

"You are almost done," he countered, spinning her around to face him. His eyes were dark with desire, his pupils dilated. "Right now, I want to focus on you."

He captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to tangle with hers. Giselle melted against him, her arms winding around his neck as she kissed him back with equal fervor.

Kylian's hands roamed her body, caressing and squeezing, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He lifted her easily, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed. Giselle clung to him, her fingers gripping his shirt, deepening the kiss.

As Kylian laid Giselle down on the bed, he broke the kiss to trail his lips along her jawline and down her neck. His hands slipped under her shirt, pushing it up to reveal her bare skin. Giselle gasped as his calloused fingers brushed against her sensitive flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Kylian's lips found her collarbone, placing openmouthed kisses along the bone before moving lower. He tugged her shirt off completely, tossing it aside carelessly. Giselle arched her back, offering herself to him as his mouth closed around one of her nipples, sucking and teasing the hardened peak.

Her hands fisted in his top, holding him close as waves of pleasure washed over her. Kylian's other hand slid down her stomach, popping the button on her jeans and slipping inside. His fingers brushed against her center, and Giselle bucked against his hand, a moan escaping her lips.

"You're so wet and warm for me," Kylian murmured against her skin, his breath hot and heavy. "I have barely even touched you."

Kylian's fingers teased her through the fabric of her panties, the thin material doing little to hide her arousal. Giselle writhed beneath him, her hips lifting to meet his touch, silently begging for more.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice thick with need. "I want you."

Kylian growled low in his throat, the sound primal and possessive. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and panties, pulling them down her legs in one swift motion. Giselle kicked them off the rest of the way, leaving her bare before him.

He took a moment to admire her, his eyes dark with hunger as they raked over her body. Giselle felt exposed and vulnerable, but the look in Kylian's eyes made her feel powerful and desired. She spread her legs invitingly, a silent offer.

“Play with yourself,” Kylian commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see how you're going to make yourself cum while I am away.”

Giselle's breath hitched at his words, a wave of heat flooding her core as she let her hands trail down her body, cupping her breasts before moving lower.

Her fingers brushed against her clit, and she gasped at the sensation. Kylian's eyes were glued to her touch, his breathing heavy as he watched her pleasure herself. Giselle circled her clit, teasing herself, building the heat within her body.

"More," Kylian urged, his voice a low growl.

Giselle's fingers moved faster, circling her clit with increasing pressure. She arched her back, her hips lifting off the bed as she chased her release. Kylian's eyes were riveted to her touch, his breathing growing heavier each second.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice a low rumble. "Show me how you like it."

Giselle's fingers slipped lower, teasing her entrance before plunging inside. She cried out at the sudden intrusion, her walls clamping around her digits. Kylian's eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide with desire.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful like this," he breathed, his hand moving to palm his hardening length through his sweats.

Kylian's eyes flashed with a fierce intensity as he watched Giselle pleasure herself. The sight of her fingers moving between her legs, her back arching off the bed, was almost too much to bear. He could feel his arousal pressing urgently against the confines of his sweats, demanding release.

"Let me taste," he growled, his voice low and commanding. He crawled up the bed, settling between her spread legs. Giselle's fingers stilled, her chest heaving as she looked down at him with heavylidded eyes.

Kylian didn't hesitate. He leaned in, his tongue replacing her fingers as he licked a slow, deliberate stripe up her center. Giselle cried out, her hands flying to his head, his tapered waves cut too low to grasp. Kylian groaned against her, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body.

He feasted on her like a man starved, his tongue circling her clit before sucking it between his lips. Giselle's hips bucked against his mouth, her thighs clamping around his head as she chased her release. Kylian's hands gripped her thighs, pinning her in place as he continued his assault.

"Kylian, baby, I'm going to cum!” Giselle moaned, a squeal ripping from her throat as she tensed, her walls clamping around his tongue as she came undone. Kylian didn't let up, his tongue continuing to lap at her through her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure until she was a trembling, boneless mess beneath him.

As the last waves of her orgasm subsided, Kylian lifted his head, his lips glistening with her arousal. He crawled up her body, capturing her mouth in a scorching kiss, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue.

Giselle kissed him back eagerly, her hands roaming his muscular back as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel his hard length pressing against her core, and she arched her hips, seeking friction.

Kylian groaned into her mouth, his hips rolling against hers. "I need to be inside you," he muttered against her lips, his voice strained with desire.

"I want to taste you first," Giselle breathed, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Kylian."

Kylian's eyes darkened at Giselle's request, a slow smirk spreading across his face. He rolled off her, settling onto his back and pulling her with him. "Come here then," he said, his voice low and inviting.

Giselle didn't hesitate. She crawled down his body, her nails trailing over his abs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his sweats and boxers, tugging them down his hips and thighs until his hard length sprang free.

She took a moment to admire him as she got onto her knees at the foot of the bed, acutely aware of how good Kylian looked sat before her, his strong thighs parted as his dick hung heavily between his legs, the bulbous tip oozing with pre-cum.

Giselle leaned forward, her breath ghosting over his sensitive skin. She licked her lips, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his precum before wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft. Kylian groaned, his hips jerking slightly at the contact.

She looked up at him through her lashes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she slowly licked a stripe up his length. Kylian's breath hitched, his fingers tangling in her hair as he watched her with hooded eyes.

"Fuck, Giselle," he breathed his accent thickening with his arousal and need.

Giselle hummed in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves through him. She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth as she sank down inch by inch. Kylian's head fell back against the pillows, a low moan escaping his lips as she began to bob her head.

Her tongue swirled around his tip, teasing the sensitive underside as she sucked him deep. Kylian's grip on her hair tightened, his hips lifting to meet her movements.

Kylian's eyes snapped open, his gaze intense as he stared down at Giselle. His chest heaved with each ragged breath, his muscles taut with restraint. He watched her every move, his pupils blown wide with desire.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice a low growl. "Just like that."

His hips rolled gently, meeting the motion of her mouth. The sensation of her lips wrapped around him, her tongue teasing his sensitive flesh, was almost too much to bear. Kylian's fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her movements.

Giselle's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan vibrating around his length as she took him deeper. She could taste the salty tang of his arousal and feel the pulse of his heartbeat against her tongue. The power she held over him in this moment was intoxicating.

Kylian's grip on her hair tightened, his hips jerking as she swallowed around him. "Fuck, Giselle," he gasped, his accent thick with pleasure. "Your mouth feels so good."

He held her there for a moment, his length throbbing against her tongue. Kylian's eyes darkened, a fierce intensity burning in their depths as he stared down at Giselle. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he struggled to maintain control.

"I need to be inside you," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Right fucking now."

With a swift motion, he pulled Giselle off his length and onto her feet. His hands gripped her hips, spinning her around and bending her over the edge of the bed. Giselle gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets as she felt the heat of his body press against her back.

Kylian's hands roamed her curves, squeezing and caressing as he positioned himself behind her.

The tip of his hard length brushed against her wet folds, teasing her entrance. Giselle arched her back, pressing herself against him, silently begging for more. Kylian's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he fought for control.

"Tell me what you want, Giselle," he demanded, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "Tell me how you need me."

"I want you inside me," Giselle panted, her voice thick with desire. "I need you to fuck me, Kylian. Please."

With a primal growl, Kylian thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her tight heat. Giselle cried out, her walls clamped around him as she adjusted to his size. Kylian stilled, his forehead resting against her shoulder as he fought to regain his composure.

Slowly, he began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. Giselle pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Kylian's hands gripped her hips, his fingers leaving bruises on her skin as he pounded into her.

"Yes, just like that," she whimpered. “Kylian, you're so deep.”

Kylian's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove into her with increasing fervor. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his accent thickening with his arousal. "You like feeling me deep inside you."

Giselle could only moan in response, her words lost to the pleasure coursing through her veins. Kylian's thrusts became more erratic, his pace quickening as he chased his release. The sound of their bodies coming together echoed through the room, mingling with their labored breaths and cries of pleasure.

Kylian leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he wrapped an arm around her waist. His hand slipped between her legs, his fingers finding her clit and circling the sensitive nub.

“It's perfect,” Giselle mewled, her eyes squeezing shut as she felt the head of Kylian’s cock kiss feverishly against her cervix.

Kylian's eyes flashed with a fierce intensity as he stared down at Giselle, his gaze locked onto the point where their bodies were joined. He could feel every inch of her, her walls gripping him like a velvet fist, and the sensation was almost too much to bear.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "I can feel you squeezing me, baby."

His hips snapped forward, driving into her with a newfound urgency. Giselle cried out, her fingers scrabbling at the sheets as she tried to anchor herself against the force of his thrusts. Kylian's arm tightened around her waist, holding her in place as he pounded into her relentlessly.

"That's it, take it," he urged, his accent thickening with his arousal. "Take every inch of my cock."

Giselle's body trembled beneath Kylian's, her muscles quivering with the effort to hold herself up as he drove into her. She could feel the tension coiling in her core, her orgasm building with each powerful thrust.

"Yes, Kylian," she gasped, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies coming together. "Harder, please,” she pleaded as their eyes met over her shoulder.

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire at Giselle's plea, his grip on her hips tightening as he obliged her request. He slammed into her with renewed vigor, his hips pistoning in a relentless rhythm that had Giselle seeing stars.

"Yes, fuck, just like that," she cried out, her voice breaking with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, the tension in her core coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust. Kylian's fingers continued to circle her clit, pushing her closer to the edge.

"That's it, baby," Kylian growled, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "Cum for me. I want to feel you squeeze my cock."

His words, combined with the relentless pace of his thrusts, sent Giselle over the edge.

Giselle's body convulsed beneath Kylian's, her walls clamping down around his length as she came undone. A scream tore from her throat, her fingers digging into the sheets as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Kylian's thrusts faltered, his own release washing over him as he spilled himself inside her with a guttural groan.

He collapsed onto her back, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. Giselle's body trembled beneath him, her breathing ragged and uneven.

Slowly, Kylian rolled off her, pulling Giselle with him so that she was tucked against his side. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her back.

"You're so perfect,” Giselle whispered, her lips ghosting against Kylian's jaw as she reached up to cup his face in her hands, turning his head so she could press a kiss to his mouth.

Kylian smiled against her lips, a mixture of satisfaction and affection swirling in his gaze. "You’re the perfect distraction," he murmured back, his fingertips grazing her arm softly, tracing the outline of her skin as if memorizing every curve and contour.

Giselle felt a warmth bloom in her chest at his words. Amid the chaos of their lives—the pressures of fame and the relentless pursuit of dreams—this connection felt like a safe harbor. She nestled closer, seeking the warmth of his body.

“I should pack for you more often,” she teased, her voice light and playful, though she could feel the sincerity beneath it. The afterglow of their shared moment settled around them, making everything else outside seem distant and unimportant.

After some time had slipped by, and Giselle's legs, once trembling like jelly, regained their strength, she slowly rose from Kylian's bed. The soft sheets rustled gently around her as she made her way toward the bathroom. The cool air brushed against her skin, sending a refreshing chill through her body. She felt the pressing urge to empty her bladder before indulging in a shower.

As she stepped into the bathroom, Giselle cast a glance back at Kylian, who was propped up on the bed, watching her with an expression that mixed admiration with something smoldering. The sight of him, tousled and satisfied, sent another wave of warmth through her.

She closed the bathroom door behind her, taking a moment to gather her thoughts and process the heady aftermath of their encounter. The adrenaline still hummed beneath her skin as she washed her hands, glancing into the mirror. The reflection that met her eyes was flushed and wild, hair tousled and lips slightly swollen from their kisses. A smile crept onto her face—an echo of the excitement she felt earlier.

After tending to her needs, she turned on the shower, letting the soothing water cascade over her as she adjusted the temperature. The steam quickly filled the space, enveloping her in a warm embrace. She relished the sensation, the water washing away not just the remnants of their passionate encounter but the day’s stresses as well.

The sound of the water was meditative, a backdrop to her thoughts as she lost herself in the moment. She thought of Kylian—his fierce determination, the way he led and inspired, but also the passion he had shared with her. It was a rare glimpse into a world that felt both exhilarating and overwhelming.

When she was done, Giselle stepped out of the shower, pulling on Kylian’s robe before making her way back into the bedroom. The material was soft against her skin, and it hung loosely around her shoulders, the scent of his cologne lingering, making her feel even more connected to him.

Kylian was still in the same position, his eyes following her every movement, a lazy grin spreading across his face as she returned to the room.

“Come here,” he called softly, extending his hand as if inviting her into a world that only they shared. There was something about the look in his eyes, a mixture of playfulness and intensity, that sent a shiver down her spine.

Giselle crossed the room, the plush carpet cushioning her feet as she moved toward the bed. She took Kylian's hand, and he pulled her closer, his strong fingers intertwining with hers. As she settled beside him, she could feel the heat radiating from his body, pulling her in.

“Do you trust me?” Kylian asked, his tone shifting to a more serious note. The playful glimmer in his eyes was replaced by a deeper intensity, and Giselle’s heart raced at the weight of his question.

“Of course,” she replied, a breathless assurance lacing her voice.

“Because I trust you,” Kylian continued, his gaze unwavering. "You are so important to me."

Giselle felt her heart swell at his words, the sincerity in his voice wrapping around her like a warm embrace. “I trust you more than anyone,” she managed to reply, her voice softer now as tears glistened in her hazel eyes.

“Good,” Kylian nodded, his gaze softening as he reached up to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “But you don't need to cry about it,” he smirked teasingly.

Giselle let out a soft laugh, her heart feeling lighter under the weight of his playful teasing. “I’m not crying,” she said, playfully rolling her eyes even as a warm flush crept onto her cheeks. “I just… I didn’t expect this connection when we met.”

Kylian’s expression shifted, turning serious again as he regarded her with a mix of affection and intensity. “Neither did I,” he admitted, his voice lower as he leaned in closer. “But it feels right, doesn’t it?”

“It does,” she agreed, her breath catching slightly in her throat as their eyes locked. The shared intimacy of the moment sent thrills through her as she leaned in closer, drawn by an invisible force.

He reached over to cup her face, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone. “You make me feel human,” he confessed softly, and Giselle could feel the earnestness in his words. “When I’m on the pitch, I have to lead, when I am playing for my country I am a captain. But with you…” He paused, searching her eyes. “With you, I can just be Kylian.”

Giselle felt her heart swell at his honesty. This side of him—the vulnerable, unguarded Kylian—was something she hadn’t expected to encounter. It was refreshing, intoxicating even, and she craved to explore this deeper connection.

“That’s all I want you to be,” Giselle said, her voice sincere. “You are amazing, Kylian.”

Kylian's eyes softened at her words, a gentle smile spreading across his face. "You really believe that?" he asked, that hint of vulnerability surfacing again.

"Absolutely," Giselle replied earnestly, her fingers brushing over his hand. “But I also know that you are practically running on empty, so I need you to get some rest.”

Kylian chuckled softly, the warmth of her words enveloping him like a soft blanket. “You may be right,�� he conceded, leaning back against the headboard and pulling her snugly against his side.

“I know I'm right,” Giselle smiled softly. “Go to sleep,

Kylian.”

He sighed contentedly, his arm draping protectively around her shoulders. The intimacy of the moment surrounded them, a cocoon of warmth and laughter that neither wanted to break.

As Kylian closed his eyes, Giselle felt a mixture of affection and admiration for the man beside her. He had come alive on the pitch with an undeniable passion, but now he lay vulnerable next to her, shedding the weight of expectations.

Giselle nestled closer, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath against her shoulder. She could sense the slow pull of sleep luring him under, and the sense of safety enveloping her was intoxicating.

The following morning Kylian and Giselle were woken up by the piercing shrill of his phone alarm, neither of them ready to face the reality of the day. Giselle stirred first, feeling the warmth of Kylian's body beside her and the soft outlines of the room slowly coming into focus. She smiled softly, memories of the previous night flooding her mind like a warm wave.

Kylian groaned, rolling over to reach for his phone on the nightstand, and Giselle couldn't help but admire the way the morning light cascaded over his muscles, highlighting the contours of his physique. He looked so peaceful, yet the world outside was beginning to nudge him awake.

"Five more minutes," Kylian mumbled, his voice thick with sleep as his arm fell across Giselle's waist, pulling her closer. She laughed softly, momentarily allowing herself to indulge in this little bubble of intimacy before the pressures of life returned.

"You're going to be late if you keep this up," she teased, shifting slightly to escape the spell of his strong embrace. "You've got a flight to catch, remember?"

Kylian cracked one eye open, just enough to see her mischievous smile. "You’re right," he said, reluctantly releasing her as he sat up, running a hand over his head.

“I’m always right,” Giselle added playfully, swinging her legs off the bed. She stood up, the soft robe fluttering around her thighs, her heart still dancing with the remnants of the night they'd shared.

A night where, despite conversations and verbal confirmations, it was abundantly clear that Giselle and Kylian had found themselves in the midst of something profound and undeniably deep. A bond so profound that losing it would create an emptiness in each of their lives.

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

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 19

Giselle wasn't sure if it was convenient or a punishment of nature's own doing, but within twenty-four hours of Kylian leaving to fulfill his duties as captain for France, her period came, bringing along with it an overwhelming wave of cravings and emotions.

She felt every flutter of her body, heightened and pulsing with desire as if her very essence was aching for Kylian’s warmth. Each day stretched out before her like an eternity, and she found herself lost in thoughts of him—the way he smiled, the softness of his voice, and the way his hands had felt exploring her curves.

She had spent his first game on Melissa’s living room sofa as she watched Kylian and his teammates take on Croatia’s national team in their home stadium, nursing cramps and almost unbearable nausea.

The match saw Kylian and his teammates walk away goalless while Croatia scored two goals, almost securing their place in the cup semi-final.

By the time the second leg rolled around, Giselle's period had come to an end. However, anxiety swirled in her stomach as she prepared to meet Kylian's parents and younger brother.

“Cam, what if his mom takes one look at me and decides she doesn't want me around her son?” Giselle asked cautiously, running through every possible negative outcome.

“Gi, Kylian is twenty-six, not sixteen. I'm sure what his mother thinks doesn't hold half as much weight as you think it does, so why would she not want you around him?” Camille asked.

“His parents might be really conservative and not want their son with a model or someone on television.” Giselle attempted to rationalize.

“Giselle, you're a model, not a pornstar,” Camille replied with an eye roll over FaceTime, trying to ease her friend's worries.

“You're right—,” Giselle agreed, her heart skipping a beat as the sound of Kylian's doorbell chimed through his house, signifying the arrival of his sister-in-law Melissa and his niece and nephew, with whom she was set to drive to his football match.

Pulling her coat on over the comfortable yet alluring outfit she’d decided on, Giselle took a deep breath, steadying herself as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. The soft fabric of her top hugged her curves just right, accentuating her waist, while her leggings, which fit like a glove, accentuated the curve of her ass. She felt excitement and nerves bubbling, amplifying her desire to be near Kylian.

When she finally stepped outside, the crisp air hit her, forcing her to tug her coat tighter around her shoulders. She spotted Melissa waving enthusiastically as she approached the car, her two kids bouncing with energy in the back seat. Giselle gave them a warm smile, her nerves momentarily forgotten in the joy of family.

“Ready for the big day?” Melissa asked, her smile infectious as she helped Giselle into the car.

“Yeah, I think so. Just hope I don’t embarrass myself,” Giselle replied, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

“You’ll be fine! Kylian’s family is great. They’ll love you,” Melissa reassured her as she slid into the driver's seat.

Giselle’s thoughts drifted back to Kylian as they drove toward the stadium. The ache inside her was not merely from anticipation; it had somehow morphed into something more intense. A longing that had only seemed to heighten in the absence of his touch made her feel alive in a way she couldn’t fully grasp.

When they arrived at the stadium, the excited buzz of fans filled the air, a chaotic symphony of cheers and shouts.

Giselle felt her palms become clammy and her stomach twist in knots as she trailed behind Melissa and her children into a private lounge at Stade De France. The space offered a view of the pitch set aside for Kylian's family and friends.

Sensing her nerves, Melissa turned to Giselle, offering her a warm smile. She held out her hand for her to take. “Wilfred and Faiza are both amazing people,” she explained reassuringly to Giselle, who was only seconds away from meeting the parents of a man who was essentially a fuck buddy to her.

Giselle took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of Melissa's hand enveloping hers, grounding her in the moment. The plush interior of the lounge was luxurious, but the reality of the situation was that she was stepping into the world of Kylian’s family.

“Just be yourself; Kylian adores you,” Melissa murmured, sensing her tension as they moved further into the room. Giselle nodded, though her mind raced with thoughts of her relationship with Kylian.

They had long since established that they had real and true feelings for one another, but the fact remained that their connection had started in a whirlwind of passion, filled with late-night rendezvous and stolen moments away from prying eyes. Now, standing here in the presence of his family, Giselle felt the weight of that intensity shift into something more profound and daunting.

As they approached Wilfred and Faiza, she took another deep breath, mentally preparing herself for their scrutiny.

Giselle watched as Melissa’s children embraced the man and woman Kylian had shown her countless pictures of, giggling and hugging the older man and woman before bouncing over to the door that led to a private row of outdoor seating so they could watch as the other team warmed up.

“Who do we have here?” Faiza smiled knowingly, her French accent thick, as she and her ex-husband turned their attention to Giselle, who stood awkwardly beside Melissa.

Giselle felt a rush of warmth at Faiza's welcoming smile, her heart pounding as if it were trying to break free from her chest. She could sense the kindness radiating from Kylian's mother, which eased the tightness in her gut, if only slightly.

With a soft and shaky voice, Giselle replied, “I’m Giselle. It’s nice to meet you both.” She stepped forward, extending her hand first to Wilfred, who smiled wide, a twinkle of approval in his eyes. He grasped her hand firmly, the warmth of his grip reassuring and grounding.

“Pleasure is ours, Giselle,” he replied in a deep, inviting voice. “Are you a friend of Kylian’s?”

Giselle felt the air grow thicker around her as she searched for the right words. The term "friend" felt so innocuous, stripping away the passionate connection they shared. But she forced herself to focus, trying to keep her answers simple and genuine.

“Yes, I am,” she managed, her cheeks flushing slightly. “We’ve been… spending time together.”

At that, Faiza’s eyes sparkled with intrigue. “Spending time together? Kylian doesn’t often let just anyone into his life. You must mean a lot to him.” Her words wrapped around Giselle like a warm shawl, both comforting and intimidating at once.

Giselle swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of pride and vulnerability at Faiza’s recognition. “He means a lot to me, too,” she admitted, her cheeks warming even more under Faiza's gaze. She felt the momentum shift as both parents exchanged glances, a silent communication that was both affirming and slightly nerve-wracking for her.

As far as meeting parents went, Kylian’s were incredibly warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the expectations that had loomed heavily over her mind. The tension in the room began to melt away, replaced by the gentle hum of familial warmth.

Kylian's younger brother Ethan was just as welcoming as his parents had been. Like his older brother, he had a disarming charm that immediately put Giselle at ease. He bounced over to introduce himself, his energy infectious and heartfelt.

The next person to join them was Brice, Kylian's best friend. She had met in Switzerland only days after meeting Kylian, and the familiar face further put Giselle at ease.

“You met the parents?” Brice smirked teasingly. The last time he’d seen Giselle, both she and Kylian were unsure whether they would still see one another once the trip to Switzerland came to an end.

Giselle laughed lightly, a small bubble of relief escaping as she felt the camaraderie with Brice. “Yes, I’ve just been introduced. They seem wonderful.”

“They are,” Brice confirmed, his smile genuine. “Kylian is lucky to have such supportive parents. And I think they’re pretty fond of you already.” He glanced at Wilfred and Faiza, who were now animatedly discussing the upcoming match with Melissa, clearly at ease in her company.

“Part of me half-expected them to interrogate me about my intentions,” Giselle confessed, a hint of playful self-mockery in her tone.

Brice chuckled softly. “Nah, they’ll warm up to you. As long as Kylian is happy, they are happy. He is a great judge of character, and they know that.”

Giselle felt a swell of gratitude toward Kylian’s family as Brice spoke. The fears and uncertainties that had initially twisted her stomach began to dissipate, replaced by the glow of acceptance and warmth that enveloped her.

“Kylian and I are friends; this should be easy,” Giselle muttered to herself, but even as she spoke those words, doubts crept back in. She could feel the weight of unspoken expectations lingering in the air. Brice must have sensed the flicker of anxiety behind her brave facade.

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” Brice smirked, tilting his head slightly, an amused glint in his eye. “Kylian could have sat you anywhere in the stadium, and he has you with his parents,” he pointed out.

He knew his friend well enough to understand that Kylian's choice to bring Giselle here was significant. The subtle undercurrents of their relationship were becoming clearer, and it sent a timid rush through her.

“I guess there's truth in that,” she admitted, her voice softening as she felt a spark of something deeper. For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to imagine how Kylian saw her—not just as a companion for fleeting moments but as someone who brought joy and warmth into his life.

Just then, the stadium lights dimmed as the pre-match ceremony began, and a wave of excitement pulsed through the lounge. Giselle felt her heart race, the atmosphere charged with anticipation. Kylian's family focused their attention on the pitch, and Giselle followed suit, allowing herself to get lost in the excitement unfolding before them.

Moments later, Kylian and his teammates stepped on to the pitch alongside their opponents , and the roar of the crowd seemed to sweep through the lounge like an electric wave. Giselle's eyes were drawn to Kylian, effortlessly commanding attention, his aura magnetic even from a distance. She felt a surge of pride swelling within her chest, knowing that she had a place in his life, one that held meaning beyond lust.

The game was tense from the first moment of kickoff; whilst Kylian and his teammates had a score to settle following losing in their previous matchup, their opponents were tasked with keeping the somewhat refreshed team at bay.

After 120 minutes and two goals scored by France, the game went to penalties. As the captain Kylian stepped up to take his penalty first and Giselle felt her stomach flip as he prepared to shoot, the weight of the moment hung heavily in the air. Her heart raced with every heartbeat, each pulse intertwining with the chant of the crowd that reverberated through her entire being. She could feel the intensity building not just on the pitch but in the private lounge, where Kylian's family watched with rapt attention.

The world around her faded, her focus narrowing solely to Kylian as he took a deep breath, his eyes locked on the goalpost. She could see the determination etched on his face, the fierce desire to triumph for his team, but also for everyone who had supported him, including her. A blend of pride and anxiety coursed through Giselle, the dichotomy of their relationship so starkly felt in this critical moment.

As Kylian launched himself into the kick, Giselle found herself holding her breath, time slowing as the ball soared toward the net. She could feel the collective energy of the room shift, the anticipation hanging like electricity in the air. The crowd erupted as the ball hit the back of the net; Kylian had done it. He’d scored.

In that split second, the tension dissipated, replaced by an eruption of cheers and applause from the audience. Giselle's heart soared in unison with those around her. She wanted to shout to celebrate his amazing skill and presence, but the moment felt sacred, distinct, and shared only between her and Kylian's family.

Wilfred and Faiza exchanged proud glances, their eyes sparkling with affection for their son. Melissa squeezed Giselle's hand, her warmth radiating as Kylian's younger brother Ethan bounced in excitement, cheering loudly. Brice caught Giselle's eye and gave her a knowing grin, as if he were silently acknowledging the bond that was quickly developing between her and Kylian, one that transcended the physical into something deeper.

As the penalties continued, Giselle found her focus lingering on Kylian. She thought about how much she valued their connection, the mutual respect and admiration they had for one another, and their insatiable, feverish passion.

As the match came to an end and the crowd began to disperse, Giselle followed the lead of Kylian's family as they made their way down to the stadium’s underbelly to meet up with him. Taking a step back to allow those closest to the French captain the time and space to catch up.

Giselle didn't have to voice her nerves for Kylian to know they were present as she stood observing at the back of the room.

Excusing himself from the conversation he stood amid, Kylian couldn't help but smirk as he approached her. His confident stride drew the attention of those around him, but all he saw was Giselle, her eyes wide with admiration and apprehension.

“Hi,” he said, his voice low and inviting as he stepped into her personal space, tilting his head slightly to gauge her reaction.

“Hi,” Giselle smiled softly, her cheeks warming as Kylian hooked a finger beneath her chin. She tilted her face upward to meet his gaze.

“Why are you standing back here?” he asked, his tone playful yet probing. He could feel her energy shift, her initial hesitance slowly melting away under the intensity of his gaze.

“I—just observing,” she replied, her voice a whisper.

“Did my parents bite?” Kylian asked teasingly, his hands finding her hips beneath the trench coat she wore, pulling her body closer to his. The warmth radiating from her figure sent a pulse of electricity through him, and he reveled in the closeness as he continued, “I know it should have been me making the introduction, but I trust Melissa.”

“It was fine. Your parents are welcoming and warm. But I introduced myself as your friend, and friends don't do this.” Giselle smirked, looking down at their closeness before her eyes met Kylian’s again.

“Friends don’t do this,” he echoed, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through the space between them. He tightened his grip on her hips just enough to signal he was only teasing, a playful challenge sparking in his eyes. “But what if I want to be more than just being your friend?”

Giselle swallowed, feeling the tension between them shift from playful banter to something that crackled with unspoken desire. She didn’t need to respond verbally; the way her breath hitched, and her body instinctively leaned closer spoke volumes. Kylian’s gaze flicked down to her parted lips, the soft swell calling to him.

“Are you afraid of what that might mean?” he asked, his thumb gently caressing her cheek, savoring the softness of her skin. He was acutely aware of the way their bodies were pressed together, the heat radiating off of her igniting a fire within him that he struggled to contain.

Giselle’s heartbeat quickened in response, a soft blush flooding her cheeks. “Not anymore,” she admitted, the corners of her mouth twitching into a smile despite the apprehension that wrapped around her like a shroud.

“Can I kiss you?” Kylian murmured his breath, a warm caress against her lips, hanging in the air like an intoxicating promise.

“In the same room as your parents?” Giselle whispered, her eyes darting to the gathering in the other part of the room. The chatter was a soft backdrop to the electric tension that thrummed between them.

Kylian chuckled softly, a low, rich sound that sent shivers down her spine. “They’ve seen worse,” he teased, his gaze unwavering, filled with mischief and desire.

Giselle’s heart raced at his confidence, her thoughts racing as she weighed the options. The allure of his closeness, the magnetic pull she felt toward him, was almost impossible to resist.

“Just one,” Kylian said, his tone earnest now, his fingers gently brushing the strands of hair behind her ear as he leaned in, closing the distance between them inch by tantalizing inch.

She inhaled sharply as his lips hovered mere inches away from hers, warmth enveloping them in a cocoon of anticipation. The world around them ceased to exist—there was nothing but the space they occupied, charged with an urgency that begged to be released.

“Just one,” she echoed, her voice barely above a breath, her heart pounding in sync with his sinking confidence.

And then, with that unspoken understanding, their lips met—a tentative brush that ignited a blazing fire within them both. It was soft at first, a gentle exploration, yet the undercurrent of heat surged, electrifying the air around them. Kylian deepened the kiss, tilting his head to cradle her face with both hands, pulling her body closer as if wanting to fuse them into one.

Across the room, Kylian’s mother watched on in amusement as she caught sight of her son and Giselle, a knowing smile spreading across her face.

At the time of their introduction hours prior, Faiza had an inclination that Giselle was more than just a friend to her son, and seeing them in this intimate moment only solidified her suspicions.

“So beautiful,” Kylian murmured as he pulled away from Giselle's lips, running the pad of his thumb across her plump lips as if savoring their taste as he took in her outfit beneath her trench coat.

Dressed in a camisole with a thick cashmere cardigan unbuttoned beneath, teasingly showing off the curves of her breasts, she wore black leggings on her legs that looked like they had been painted on, tucked into a pair of Chanel rain boots.

Kylian felt his breath hitch at the sight, his heart racing as his eyes traveled appreciatively down her figure—each curve perfectly accentuated, every detail intentional. The combination of elegance and allure left him utterly mesmerized.

“Giselle…” he breathed, his voice thick with a mixture of admiration and desire. “You look incredible.”

She blinked, caught off guard by his steady gaze, which seemed to undress her without touching her. Her cheeks flushed even more, the praise stirring feelings she had kept at bay. "Thank you," she replied, a shy smile tugging at her lips.

He took a moment to absorb the intimacy of their surroundings—her warmth pressed against him, the contrast between the lively gathering in the room and the quiet world they had created between just the two of them. In that moment, it felt as though they were the only two people in existence.

“Come with me,” Kylian said as he took her hand, bringing her over to where everyone else stood conversing enthusiastically, following France’s win over their opponents.

After fulfilling the last of his media duties as the captain of his country's football team, Kylian was ready to escape the chaos and be alone with those closest to him, away from the demands of the outside world.

Due to the late hour after the match, which went into overtime, penalties, and the demands of their own lives, Kylian’s family didn't stay at his place long. His mother left him and Giselle with hugs, well wishes, and the promise they'd see each other again soon.

Save for the random noises of the house and the ticking of the wall clock, Kylian's house was silent as Giselle stood alone in the kitchen, taking a moment to catch her breath. The atmosphere starkly contrasted with the vivacious energy of the football match. She leaned against the cool countertop, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions she had experienced throughout the day.

From the anxiety of meeting Kylian’s parents to sitting on the edge of her seat watching as he and his teammates went to penalty shootouts against their opponents, she was so lost in her thoughts she didn't hear him enter the room.

Coming to stand behind Giselle as she stood at his kitchen counter, Kylian wrapped his arms around her, his face seeking out the soft curve of her neck. He inhaled the light floral scent of her shampoo, a mix of vanilla and something sweet that made his heart race. Giselle leaned back into him, her body fitting perfectly against his, and he felt a shiver run down her spine.

“I missed you,” he murmured, his voice low and alluring as he brushed his lips against her shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” she replied softly, whispering between them like delicate silk. The warmth of Kylian's body enveloped her, and she could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoing through their shared intimacy.

He tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her closer. The heat radiating off them both magnified the tension in the room. As his fingers teased the hem of her shirt, the fabric fluttered against her skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. She tilted her head slightly, inviting him in further. Her breath hitched as he pressed more kisses against her neck, his lips brushing against her pulse.

“What are you doing to me?” she breathed the question, a mixture of wonder and desire.

“Nothing yet.” Kylian drawled, his lips curving into a smirk against her warm flesh. “I missed your perfect little body,” he continued, his voice dripping with playful seduction as his hands slipped to her ass.

Giselle felt her breath catch in her throat at his words, the heat from his touch seeping through the layers of her clothing and igniting a warmth deep within her core. Kylian's hands were skilled, and it was as if he knew how to elicit every possible reaction from her body.

“How are we going to make this work, considering we live on two different continents,” she smiled lazily, turning her head so she could catch a glimpse of his eyes, sparkling with mischief as he looked down at her.

Kylian chuckled softly, leaning back enough to lock eyes with her. "We’ll figure it out," he said, his tone turning more serious for a fleeting moment. He watched as a flicker of warmth danced in her gaze, and it fueled the fire of desire that simmered between them.

"What does figuring it out mean?" she replied, half-teasing, though the edges of her voice betrayed her. The idea of nurturing something more made her pulse race.

Kylian turned her in his arms, bringing her face closer until their lips were just inches apart again. A warm smile touched his lips as he replied, "It means that whether you are back in Los Angeles or Spain with me, you are mine, and we are building something together.”

Giselle's breath caught in her throat, a mix of exhilaration and nervous anticipation flooding her veins. The intensity in Kylian’s gaze made her heart race faster, igniting a fire that she hadn't anticipated when she arrived at the gathering. This was no longer just a flirtation; there was a promise lingering in the air, a hint of something deep and profound.

“Yours?” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper, almost as if saying it too loudly might shatter the beautiful tension that enveloped them.

“Completely,” he replied, his voice steady and filled with conviction. Kylian's fingers danced lightly along her arms, igniting soft sparks wherever his skin met hers. The teasing touches spoke volumes, an unspoken language of intimacy that made her heart flutter wildly.

She bit her lip, pondering the gravity of his words. The thought of being his—of fully surrendering to this connection—made her pulse quicken, but a nagging uncertainty crept in. “What if it doesn’t work? What if the distance becomes too hard?”

Kylian stepped back slightly, allowing her to absorb what he was saying, though he kept his hands firmly around her waist, grounding both of them. “Then we’ll make it work,” he promised, sincerity lacing his tone. “We’re not the kind of people who give up easily. You know that.”

Giselle felt the reality of his words sink in, and for the first time, the fear that had gripped her heart began to loosen its hold. There was something about Kylian—his unwavering confidence, the way he made her feel like the only person in the world—that made her want to take that leap with him.

“Okay,” she said, letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “If we’re going to do this, we have to be all in.”

Kylian's smile returned, bright and radiant, and she felt her own heart lift at the sight. “All in, then. Just us against the world,” he declared, leaning in to claim her lips once more. This kiss was deeper and more passionate, seamlessly melding their desires into a singular, throbbing want.

Giselle melted against him, losing herself in the warmth of his kiss—the way his lips molded against hers, the heat emanating from his body as they moved in perfect synchronicity. Her fingers found their way to his hair, the tapered waves low beneath her fingers.

Every kiss ignited a new level of desire, and when Kylian deepened their connection, pulling her body against his, Giselle felt the world around them fade away. The kitchen, with its innocent trappings and post-match chaos, transformed into a sacred space where only they existed.

“You should be tired,” Giselle whispered against his lips, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, her breath mingling with his in the charged air between them.

“Come to bed me with me,” he drawled, catching her bottom lip between his teeth, his gaze playful yet full of intent.

“Something tells me you don't want to sleep,” Giselle teased, leisurely wrapping her arms around his waist.

Kylian chuckled softly, a deep rumble that sent delightful shivers down her spine. “I don’t. But I understand if you need rest; it's been a long day,” he replied, his thumb brushing against the curve of her waist, teasing her with the thought of what lay ahead.

“Says the man who just played a two-hour-long football match and then entertained half of Paris after,” she countered, a spark of mischief lighting up her eyes.

Kylian leaned in, brushing his lips against her forehead, sending a warm tingle coursing through her. “Come upstairs so I can undress you,” he whispered, his voice a sultry murmur against her skin.

“Only if you go to sleep,” Giselle bargained.

“Fine,” Kylian huffed, tugging her into his embrace so they could head up to his bedroom for the evening.

Despite his apprehension about going to sleep, the following day, Kylian slept in; his body sprawled across the bed as Giselle made sure they both had everything they needed for the time in Nantes.

What started as a trip for Kylian, Giselle, Elise, and Jules had transpired into a larger group traveling up to spend a few days tucked away in the stunning coastal town.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Giselle smiled softly as she watched Kylian stir from his sleep and sit on the edge of the bed.

A low, tired smile crept onto Kylian’s face as he reached for Giselle, pulling her into the fold of the sheets where he could feel the warmth radiating off her body.

“Is it time to get up?” he mumbled, a hint of sleep still clinging to his voice. He buried his face into her neck, inhaling deeply as if he could absorb her essence while he tried to shake off the remnants of slumber.

“Yes, the car will be here soon to take us to Nantes,” she murmured, her fingertips softly tracing shapes on the back of his neck as he held onto her.

Their morning was slow yet intentional, followed by hours on the road that they both used to catch up on sleep before arriving at Elise’s grandparent's house, which was more of a sprawling estate than anything else.

Elise was the eldest daughter of a prominent white French businessman, known for his savvy in the corporate world and a striking Sudanese model who had made France her home. Once gracing magazine covers, her mother transitioned into a devoted housewife, nurturing their family gracefully and warmly. As the oldest of two daughters, Elise held a special place in the family dynamic, guiding her younger sister. Behind her, she also had an older brother, Maurice, who happened to be part of the group spending a few days in Nantes.

Since their introduction years ago, Maurice has playfully revealed that he has a soft spot for Giselle an open secret that had been laughed off by her on multiple occasions.

However, as Kylian watched them embrace he didn't share the same comfort as he previously would have. A mix of possessiveness and realization welled within him, but he swallowed those feelings back, choosing to let Giselle enjoy her reconnection with Elise and Maurice.

As they stepped into the expansive foyer of Elise's family estate, the grandeur of the house took Giselle's breath away. Tall ceilings adorned with intricate moldings and beautiful chandeliers spilled light over ornate furnishings. The space spoke to a level of opulence that Giselle had only seen in movies, and it left her feeling both awe-inspired and slightly out of place.

"Kylian, Giselle! Welcome!" Elise's voice cut through her thoughts as she rushed toward them, her energy infectious. She enveloped Giselle in a warm embrace before pulling back to survey her with an expressive grin. "You look fabulous, as always!"

"Thank you!" Giselle replied, the awkwardness of earlier melting away under Elise's friendly demeanor.

"And you! Congratulations on the win,” Elise gushed as she turned to Kylian opening her arms to give him a hug.

Once the rest of the guests arrived and everyone settled into the sprawling house, everyone went in their own directions seeking a slice of the peace and solitude the estate provided.

Later that evening when it came to sit for dinner, Marcus came and found Giselle and Kylian as they lounged in the conservatory that overlooked acres and acres of field, flirting with his sisters friends as he let them know it was time for dinner.

“She is a handful, no?” Maurice smiled as he reached for Giselle, pulling her body into his so he could wrap his arm around her shoulder, a poor attempt at claiming her in the presence of Kylian.

“Maybe for you,” Kylian responded, a hint of annoyance in his tone as his eyes met with Giselle’s.

Giselle felt a flutter of tension in the air as Kylian’s gaze locked onto hers. A mix of protectiveness and possessiveness danced in his dark eyes. She shifted slightly under Maurice's embrace, aware of the growing discomfort that the playful banter was sparking in Kylian.

Maurice wasn't sure what it was; he'd seen Giselle in a relationship before and even somewhat befriended her ex. But there was something about seeing her with Kylian that conjured a mild streak of jealousy in him.

As one of his younger sisters' closest friends, Giselle had been a presence in his life for a while. But seeing her bond with Kylian ignited something he hadn't anticipated: a profound awareness that maybe he didn't know her as well as he thought.

The was a hold that Kylian had on Giselle that didn't need to be visible or tangible for you to know it was there. A hold that she welcomed and he relished in.

As Giselle glanced up at Kylian, her heart raced in response to the way he studied her, his expression a mix of admiration and longing. It almost felt electrifying, this invisible tether that seemed to pulse between them. She could feel it wrapping around her, encasing her in a warmth that was intoxicating and both terrifying and thrilling.

“Giselle,” Kylian said, his voice low and smooth, cutting through the playful banter. “Are you a handful?” he asked as he held out his hands for her to take, smoothly pulling her from Maurice’s embrace.

Kylian welcomed the challenge of whatever this unspoken dick-swinging contest brought, but he couldn't take a moment longer of watching Marcus with his hands on her.

Giselle blinked, startled by Kylian’s possessive move. The way he wrapped his fingers around hers sent a jolt of electricity racing up her arm, igniting a shiver of anticipation that coursed through her. She glanced back at Maurice, who wore a mix of confusion and annoyance, caught off guard by the sudden shift in dynamics.

“A handful?” she quipped, her voice light yet laced with a playful challenge as she stepped closer to Kylian, their bodies nearly brushing. “Depends on who’s holding me.”

The subtle smirk on Kylian's lips matched the heat in his eyes. “I think I can handle you,” he replied, his tone a delicious mix of confidence and solemnity. The world around them faded into a backdrop as Kylian’s focus solely rested on her, and she felt the air thick with unspoken promise.

Maurice cleared his throat, trying to regain control of the situation. “After dinner I was thinking, we could open the bar and have a little fun, maybe get everyone more comfortable,” he suggested, his voice intentionally casual, though the tension was palpable.

“Sounds fun,” Giselle smiled in an attempt to ease the tension she stood amidst.

“But I warn you, I might be a little too much to handle after a drink or two,” she added, raising an eyebrow playfully at Kylian, her heart racing at the thought of what that might entail.

Kylian’s expression shifted, a spark of mischief igniting in his dark eyes. “I’m counting on it,” he said, his voice dipping low, filled with promise. The air between them thrummed, charged with an energy that seemed to draw them closer, like magnets.

Maurice shook his head, feigning a laugh. “Alright, alright! We’ll see who ends up having more fun later.” But there was a competitiveness in his tone, a desire not to be eclipsed completely by Kylian’s intensity.

As dinner progressed, Giselle found herself glancing between the two men, each vying for her attention in their own unique ways. Maurice was charming and playful, trying to engage her with jokes and lighthearted conversation, while Kylian remained a steady force, his hand on her thigh and his voice low in her ear.

Giselle could feel the tension in his touch, his fingers drawing soft patterns against her, igniting sparks of heat that made her pulse quicken.

“So, Giselle,” Maurice said, interrupting her thoughts as he leaned forward, trying once again to grab her attention. “The weather is getting warmer and the horses are ready to run. I was thinking I could take you for a ride tomorrow morning if you’re up for it.“

“I’m coming,” Elise chimed in, blissfully unaware of the attention, throwing of her brothers attempt to show his hand to Kylian and rescuing Giselle in the process.

Giselle turned to Elise, grateful for the interruption. A breath of relief washed over her, as the dynamic shifted slightly with the arrival of her friend. “A ride sounds perfect!” she exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over. “I haven't been on a horse in forever.”

Kylian smirked slightly, his fingers still resting on Giselle’s thigh, confident in his position.

In truth there was no competition, Giselle wasn't a prize to be won and Kylian knew that. She was a woman with thoughts and feelings who desired to have all her wishes granted and her desires fulfilled.

After dinner Maurice somewhat subdued and sipped on his drink, trying to shake off the sting of loss and being humbled in the process. He watched as Giselle curled into Kylian's side, his lips curving into a smirk against her ear as he whispered into to it.

After Giselle gently urged him to sleep the previous night without any intimacy, and after spending the day being playfully teased by Marcus, Kylian found himself eager to finally let loose his pent-up desires.

He wasn't mad at Giselle, but the most primitive part of him needed to show her that it was him she belonged to, that it was him who could take her to those heights of pleasure she had only begun to explore.

Kylian’s eyes met with Maurice’s as he led Giselle out of the lounge, a tell smirk on his lips as he guided her out the room and to their bedroom, located on the far side of the house.

Kylian was rough in his ministrations as he undressed Giselle before laying her down on the bed and feasting on her until she could no longer even form a sentence, his lips and chin covered in her arousal as he raised his head to savor the moment. He watched her gasp for breath, her body glistening with desire, and felt a surge of power in knowing he could elicit such profound reactions from her.

“I could spend all day in your pussy,” Kylian murmured, his voice thick with lust as he kissed a path from her thighs back up to her stomach. “But you're going to get on top and ride me instead,” he growled, his eyes dark with desire.

She looked down at him, breathless and captivated by the raw confidence that radiated from his every move.

Pulling her into his arms, Kylian flipped them in one swift motion, positioning her above him so she straddled his lap as his cock rested heavily against his stomach.

Giselle felt a rush of exhilaration as she settled onto Kylian, the warmth of his body beneath her igniting a fiery desire. The power of being on top stirred something deep within her, an instinctive confidence that urged her to take control of the moment.

Kylian looked up at her, his expression a mix of hunger and encouragement. "Just like that, beautiful," he whispered, his voice low and husky, coaxing her to move. "Show me what you’ve got."

With a playful smirk, Giselle shifted her weight, feeling Kylian’s hardness press against her intimately. A wave of electricity coursed through her as she raised herself slightly, only to lower herself back down slowly, relishing the delightful friction. She caught his gaze, and the heat in his dark eyes nearly made her shiver with anticipation.

“Tell me how it feels,” she murmured, her voice teasingly laced with breathlessness as she began to rock her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Perfect,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements while allowing her the freedom to explore. “You feel incredible.”

Giselle's heart raced at his praise, the thrill of being centered in his attention swirling through her body as she took her pleasure deeper into uncharted territory. The way Kylian watched her, eyes glazed with lust, only fueled her actions further. She leaned forward slightly, the warmth of his breath brushing against her collarbone, igniting a spark of desire that spread through her.

“More,” he urged, his grip tightening ever-so-slightly on her hips, a hint of gentle insistence that pushed her to surrender to the rhythm. “Ride me like you mean it.”

The command sent a rush of heat to her cheeks, but she relished the challenge. With renewed confidence, she picked up the pace, her movements becoming bolder, more assertive. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her; with every brush of his cock against her core, she could feel herself drawing closer to the edge.

“Just like that,” Kylian breathed, his voice laced with desperate need. “You’re so beautiful when you’re lost in it.”

Giselle met his heated gaze, feeling that intoxicating mix of power and desire blend into an overwhelming wave of pleasure.

“Put your hands behind your back,” Kylian instructed, a growl ripping from his throat as Giselle obeyed his command, clasping her hands together behind her back as she rode him.

Her breasts bounced softly with each thrust, the rhythm between them growing more frenzied with every passing moment. Giselle could feel the heat pooling low in her belly, igniting her senses as Kylian's gaze burned into her own.

"That's it," he urged, his voice husky with desire, "feel every inch of me."

She relished the way he spoke, the authority in his tone sending delightful shivers down her spine. With her hands bound behind her, she surrendered completely to the pleasure, her body moving instinctively, arching as she sought more of him, deeper, harder.

Kylian shifted his weight, driving up into her with a fierce passion that made her gasp. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy pulsing through her, and she could feel the intensity rising between them. The world around them faded, leaving only the two of them locked in a dance of pure desire.

“Good girl,” he praised, his breath hot against her ear as he leaned forward, capturing the delicate skin of her neck with his lips. His kisses ignited her further, a symphony of warmth and hunger, pulling her deeper into their fervent connection.

As he filled her, a primal need swelled within her, coaxing her closer to the edge. Kylian's hands gripped her waist, guiding her movements with a firm yet tender touch, coaxing her to ride him harder, faster. The sound of their bodies clashing echoed in the dim light,a captivating reminder of their shared passion.

“Don’t hold back,” he urged, his command sending a tremor of excitement through her. “Let me get deeper.”

A single tear of overwhelming pleasure slipped down Giselle's cheek as she surrendered fully to the moment, the intensity of their connection washing over her. Every thrust ignited a fire within, her body responding eagerly to his demands. Kylian's grip tightened around her waist, anchoring her as he thrust deeper, pushing her closer to the precipice of bliss.

“I can feel you in my stomach,” Giselle murmured breathlessly, the words tumbling from her lips as the sensation of him filled her completely. Each thrust reverberated through her, a visceral reminder of their union, igniting a blaze of passion that consumed her every thought.

Kylian groaned at her admission, the sound reverberating through the air like the rumble of thunder, and he responded with a deep, primal thrust that sent her reeling further into ecstasy. “Good,” he panted, his voice thick with desire. “Feel every inch of me, ma belle.”

Unable to keep her hands behind her back, Giselle instinctively reached back, seeking to touch him, to feel the muscles of his body beneath her fingertips. Kylian, sensing her urgency, seized her wrists and guided them back behind her, his grip firm but gentle.

“If it's too much, tell me, and I'll stop,” Kylian whispered, his breath warm against her skin, a mix of power and tenderness that sent a thrill through her.

Giselle shook her head, her determination ignited. “Please, don't stop,” she cried, her eyes locking with his as they glistened with tears. “I want to touch you.”

Kylian's gaze deepened, a blend of amusement and desire flickering in his eyes. "You don't need to touch me to feel me," he rasped, thrusting with renewed vigor, making her gasp as pleasure coursed through her with each movement. It was as if he was determined to make her feel every single aspect of their connection, every intimate sensation pulling her closer to her limit.

“Just ride me, Giselle,” he commanded, his tone a mixture of urgency and control that fueled her.

In an act of defiance Giselle reached up, cupping her breasts as if to emphasize her desire, the weight of them filling her palms.

“Move your fucking hands,” Kylian growled, his voice a low rumble filled with raw need. “I want to see you completely lost in what I’m doing to you.”

Giselle's heart raced at his words, the command igniting a fire in her core. She slowly lowered her hands, but not without a teasing hint of rebellion, letting them brush down her torso before placing them back behind her. Kylian's eyes darkened with lust, his expression a mix of admiration and possessiveness.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his breath hitching slightly as he felt the change in her movements. “Keep them there. Just feel me.”

With her submission evident, she surrendered fully, moving desperately against him, her body craving every thrust as they began to synchronize in a whirlwind of passion. Each powerful motion from Kylian sent electrifying shocks of pleasure coursing through her body, pushing her closer to a blissful edge.

“Can you feel that?” Kylian rasped, leaning close again to share his heated breaths with her. “Can you feel how deep I am?”

Giselle could hardly respond, lost in a blur of sensations. All she could do was nod, her breathless gasps punctuating the air as Kylian's relentless rhythm drove her further into ecstasy. Every thrust was a wave crashing over her, pulling her under, and she reveled in the sheer intensity of the moment.

“You can touch me, baby, I'm yours,” Kylian grumbled as he reached behind her, gripping her wrists bringing her hands to his chest.

Collapsing against him, Giselle’s face pressed into the hard planes of his chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps, a mix of pleasure and a dull ache. The heat radiating from him enveloped her, grounding her in this moment of unyielding desire. She could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek, a rhythm that synchronized perfectly with the desperate movement of their bodies.

“Look into my eyes,” Kylian commanded, his voice low as his movements slowed and he hooked a finger beneath her chin, tilting her head up to meet his intense gaze. The world around them faded even further, leaving only the connection forged in that moment—their breaths mingling, hearts pounding in tandem.

Giselle felt a swell of vulnerability and exhilaration as his deep, dark eyes bore into hers, each flicker of his gaze igniting something primal and powerful within her. “I want you to see how much you mean to me,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

“I see you,” she replied, her voice breathy yet firm with conviction. “I feel you.”

With that, Kylian captured her lips in a searing kiss, one that spoke volumes of their shared hunger and undeniable chemistry. As their mouths moved together, the heat between them ignited into an inferno, a storm of sensations washing over them, intensifying the cadence of their bodies.

“Hold onto me,” he instructed, wrapping his arms tightly around her as he began to thrust with renewed vigor, each thrust deliberate, drawing them both closer to the dizzying precipice they craved.

The sheets beneath them became a battleground of passion, and Giselle felt every ripple of Kylian's muscles as he moved with fierce intent. Each delightful stroke sent electric shocks through her system, igniting the fire that blazed within her.

Flipping the dynamic, Kylian repositioned them, laying Giselle on her back while maintaining their powerful connection. He hovered over her, his presence engulfing her completely, casting a spell that made her heart race even faster.

“Now it’s my turn,” he breathed, his voice a tantalizing whisper that sent shivers down her spine. His gaze darkened with desire as he pushed deeper, taking charge of their rhythm once again. She could feel his weight pressing into her, the heat radiating off his body, fueling her need.

“Please,” Giselle gasped, her hands seeking purchase on his taut muscles, fingers curling and digging into his skin as he thrust with precision. The intensity of his movements sent waves of pleasure cascading through her, every slide of him igniting fire where they connected.

“Please what?” Kylian teased, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk as he leaned down to nibble gently on her earlobe. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to—” but she couldn’t finish, a moan escaped her lips instead as he shifted angles, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her, leaving her breathless with need.

“Want me to what, Giselle?” His voice was a seductive growl, urging her as he continued his relentless pace. She could feel the coil tightening within her, growing tighter with each thrust.

“I want you!” she finally managed to plead, her words tumbling out in a breathless rush, a desperate want mixing with the sweet frustration that hung in the air.

“Good girl,” he praised, the hunger in his voice guiding her deeper into a realm of intoxicating surrender. Kylian lowered himself further, capturing her mouth with a passionate kiss, his tongue intertwining with hers, igniting every nerve ending in her body. Their breaths mingled, a testament to the urgency and need that propelled them forward.

With each thrust, the world around them blurred, and Giselle lost all sense of time and place. The only reality that existed was between them—the undeniable chemistry, the pulsing pleasure, the overwhelming heat. Kylian’s movements were precise and powerful, each thrust sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her.

“Feel that?” he whispered against her lips, his breaths coming in hot bursts as he pressed deeper. “Feel how much I want you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, tilting her hips in rhythm with his, surrendering fully to the intensity of their connection. A flood of pleasure surged within her, intertwining with every deep stroke, and she felt herself unraveling, spiraling towards a blissful edge.

“Look at me, Giselle,” Kylian urged, his command both a plea and a directive. She locked eyes with him, drowning in the dark, smoldering depths that reflected his desire. Those intense, passionate pools of emotion urged her on, igniting her deepest fantasies and making her feel utterly desired.

“Cum all over my cock,” he drawled, his voice deep and commanding, as he landed a stinging slap against her thigh, the sting mixed with pleasure sending her spiraling closer to the edge.

“Please, Kylian,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

He responded by quickening his pace, thrusting harder and deeper, driving them both closer to that euphoric peak. The intensity was nearly overwhelming; each stroke brought her closer, each movement and every sound melding into a symphony of unrelenting passion. Her body was an instrument, finely tuned to the rhythm they were creating together.

Giselle wrapped her arms around Kylian's shoulders, drawing him even closer as he continued to expertly dominate her senses. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as they danced on the brink of ecstasy together. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed in the dimly lit room, a rhythmic testament to their fervent connection.

Giselle bit down on the column of Kylian's throat as she came, stifling her moans against his skin. The wave of pleasure crashed over her with a force that left her breathless, and she felt herself surrender completely to the onslaught of unadulterated bliss. Her body quaked against him, every muscle tightening as the sensation surged through her, sending sparkles of elation cascading from her core.

“That's it, baby,” Kylian growled, clearly reveling in her release. He thrust into her with renewed intensity, the intoxicating rhythm matching the frantic beating of her heart. “Feel me filling you… feel how much I need you.”

As she descended from the intoxicating heights of her orgasm, Giselle's body continued to respond to him, her senses on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Kylian’s powerful movements coaxed her back toward that precipice, driving her into a realm of unrelenting pleasure once more.

“Yes,” she breathed, surrendering to the rhythm, her body arching instinctively on top of him as he filled her deeper, harder, harder still. Each thrust was a reminder of what they had built together—an enticing dance that ignited every facet of her being.

“Sit up,” Kylian demanded, his voice thick with need.

Giselle obeyed, rising up on her knees as Kylian guided her body, anchoring his hands on her hips to maintain control. The warmth of his skin against hers heightened the electricity sparking between them.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked, his dark gaze intense as he watched her, reaching up to cup her breasts.

“I belong to you,” she moaned, the words spilling from her lips as she felt his hands exploring her softness, his fingers teasing her taut nipples. The admission sent a shiver through her, deepening the adding depth to the fiery intimacy they shared.

Kylian grinned, a wicked glint in his eyes as he pressed deeper into her, the rhythm between them increasing once more. “Good girl,” he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through her.

“I am your good girl,” Giselle moaned, wrapping her dainty hand around his wrist as he held onto her.

“I want to hear you say it again,” Kylian demanded, his voice thick with lust as he continued to guide her movements, driving her further into ecstasy with every powerful thrust.

With each deep penetration, Giselle felt herself teetering on the edge, the primal connection binding them like wildfire. “I’m your good girl,” she gasped, feeling the delicious heat pooling low in her belly once more. “I belong to you.”

Kylian responded with a raw growl, as if her words were the fuel to his own fiery desire. He slid his hands from her waist down to her thighs, gripping tightly, ensuring she couldn’t escape the intensity of their union. “Oui, tu l’es,” he panted, eyes dark with hunger.

Giselle couldn't make out Kylian’s French drawl as her body responded instinctively, rocking against him, seeking out the rhythm that had them locked in a fierce embrace.

“Slow down and look into my eyes,” he growled as his hand splayed low on her stomach, their gazes locked as he thrust deeper, his presence overwhelming her. Every beat of their hearts seemed to synchronize with the intensity of their connection, creating a magnetic pull that drew them closer together.

“Focus on me, Giselle,” Kylian murmured, his voice a rapturous whisper that resonated deep within her. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the urgency in his tone igniting every inch of her being. Each thrust sent pleasurable ripples through her core, awakening desires she never knew existed.

“You're in my stomach,” she moaned, her breath hitching as the weight of his gaze captivated her. The world around them dissipated, leaving only their shared pleasure.

Kylian's smirk deepened at her admission, a mix of dominance and possessiveness sparking in his eyes. “I want you to feel every inch of me,” he rasped, punctuating each word with thrusts that drove deeper, harder, until she was gasping for breath, utterly lost in the moment.

“Yes,” Giselle whimpered, surrendering fully to him, allowing the tides of pleasure to wash over her. The sensation of him filled her completely—a perfect blend of need and fulfillment—and no other thought existed in her mind except Kylian and the ecstasy he was pulling from her.

“Perfect girl,” he praised, his voice dripping with lust as he leaned in, kissing the flush of color that spread across her cheeks. “Tell me I can cum in your perfect little pussy.”

Kylian's hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her down onto him, filling her completely with each powerful thrust. His eyes locked onto hers, intense and commanding, demanding her full attention.

"Say it, Giselle," he growled, his voice low and husky with desire. "Tell me you want my cum inside you."

He punctuated his words with a particularly deep thrust, grinding against her as he hit that sweet spot within her that made her see stars. His gaze bore into hers, unwavering and dominant, leaving no room for hesitation.

"You're mine, Giselle," he murmured, leaning in close so his lips brushed against her ear. "Your body belongs to me. Say it."

Giselle's breath hitched, her heart racing as Kylian's commanding presence enveloped her. The heat of his body pressed against hers, his strong hands gripping her hips with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her, filling her completely. His words, spoken with such authority, ignited a fire within her, a desperate need to submit to his desires.

"Yes," she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and surrender. "I'm yours, Kylian. My body belongs to you."

His eyes flashed with triumph, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Good girl," he praised, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now tell me what you want."

“Cum in me,” Giselle pleaded helplessly, her arousal leaking from her at the mere thought of their connection deepening even further.

A growl ripped Kylian's throat as he held Giselle still on top of him, his fingers digging into her flesh as he came, warming her from the inside out.

“You’re mine,” he breathed, the final word spilling from his lips like a vow, a promise that trembled in the air between them.

No one else mattered in that moment. Just the two of them, lost in their own world of passion and vulnerability, surrendering to the wave of ecstasy that crashed over them. It was a union built on trust and longing, one that solidified the connection they had forged amid the chaos of life.

As the tremors of Kylian’s release enveloped her, Giselle felt a sense of completeness wash over her. It was raw and exhilarating, the intimate bond they had created transcending the physical realm and pulling them deeper into each other's hearts.

Giselle leaned down, capturing his lips with her own, her heart pounding wildly in the aftermath of their shared bliss. Kylian responded with fervor, his hands gently cupping her face as they tumbled deeper into the moment.

“Are you mine?” Giselle murmured between kisses, opening her eyes to look into his.

Kylian paused, his expression shifting from the afterglow of their passion to one of deep sincerity. “I am completely yours,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion.

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

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 20

After such an exploitative night between Kylian and giselle, she made the mistake of sleeping in. She missed horseback riding with Maurice, who spent the early morning alone on his family's land.

Instead, after showering and getting dressed for the day, she planned to prepare breakfast for the house guests with Giselle. What first started as an elaborate plan to cook eggs, bacon, and all the breakfast trimmings turned into Giselle slicing up a selection of fruit while Elise and Juels drove to their favorite local cafe for coffee and pastries.

While Kylian showered upstairs, Maurice wandered into the kitchen, offering her a hand, which she accepted, hoping to dispel the awkwardness that had lingered between them since the previous day.

“What are your plans after this?” Maurice asked curiously, his eyes tracing over her body as she stood beside him, cutting up a bowl of strawberries for their breakfast.

“I’m heading back to Madrid with Kylian,” Giselle smiled softly, making Maurice’s stomach drop as he noticed the sparkle in her eye at the mention of Kylian’s name.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Giselle glanced up from the bowl, her meeting Maurice’s before they were back on the task at hand.

“No…we have been seeing each other, but we both just want to take our time and explore our connection without any labels yet,” she replied, a hint of warmth creeping into her voice as she spoke about him. Maurice couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, his heart sinking a little further.

“I get that,” he said, forcing a smile as he picked up a piece of strawberry and took a bite, trying to focus on the sweet taste instead of the bitter twist in his feelings. “Sometimes taking it slow can be the best way.”

Giselle nodded enthusiasm back in her eyes. “Exactly! We’re enjoying each other’s company and discovering new things together. It feels natural.” She blushed.

“Can I ask you a question without you getting upset?” Maurice asked, his French accent not as strong as Kylian’s but still ever-present.

“About what?” Giselle frowned curiously.

“Are you sure acting like a girlfriend to a man who hasn't offered you that kind of commitment is a good idea?” Maurice inquired, instantly dampening Giselle's mood.

“Even if it isn't, Maurice, it's none of your concern,” she bit back, offended by his words' underlying implication. “I’m not asking for your approval. I like what I have with Kylian right now, and that's enough for me.”

Maurice felt a shift in the atmosphere, the playful banter he had hoped for evaporating. “I’m just looking out for you,” he replied, his voice dropping to a more sincere tone. “I care about your happiness.”

Giselle crossed her arms defensively, her expression softening slightly but remaining wary. “We’re friends, you are one of my best friends’ brother and I appreciate your concern, but I am a grown woman. I don't like being questioned like this.”

Maurice took a step back, realizing that her feelings towards Kylian were impenetrable and that any further probing might risk their friendship.

Cutting the final whole strawberry in the bowl, Giselle sighed, the tension lingering in the air heavy around them. She set down the knife and turned to leave the kitchen.

Making her way back upstairs to the bedroom she’d been sharing with Kylian for the last few nights. As annoyed as she was, the last thing Giselle wanted to do was make a big deal out of Maurice’s probing.

Pushing it to the back of her mind as she gently eased open the bedroom door, Giselle smiled as she found Kylian dressed, his addictive scent filling the space.

Kylian looked up from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, a playful grin spreading across his face as he caught sight of Giselle. “There you are,” he said, his voice warm and inviting.

“Hi,” she replied, her annoyance fading as she stepped further into the room. The sight of him, with his tousled hair and relaxed demeanor, made her heart flutter. “How was your shower?”

“Lonely,” he said, holding out his hands for her to join him, his eyes tracing over her as she stood before him, dressed comfortably in his sweatsuit.

“I’m sure you were fine,” Giselle giggled as she climbed into his lap, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders as she straddled his lap.

Kylian chuckled, his hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her closer. “Maybe, but it’s always better when you’re around,” he said, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race.

Giselle felt a warmth spread through her at his words, the earlier tension with Maurice further fading into the background. “Kiss me,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Kylian didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a soft, lingering kiss that sent shivers down her spine.

Just then, the bedroom door knocked before Elise cautiously poked her head into the bedroom, smiling as she took in the intimate moment she’d disrupted.

Giselle's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and exhilaration at being caught in such a vulnerable moment.

Elise smiled warmly, her eyes dancing between her two friends. “Juels and I are back with coffee and every pastry the cafe had to offer.”

“Nantes has been perfect. You're an excellent host,” Giselle replied, her playful demeanor still intact as she shifted slightly, reveling in the warmth of Kylian's body beneath her. She could feel the excitement in the air, the playful tension that lingered between them.

Standing from his lap, she held out her hand to him pulling him from the bed so they could follow Elise downstairs to the dining table where their breakfast awaited them.

The air between Giselle and Maurice was awkward, to say the least. After eating, she made it her mission to steer clear of him throughout the day.

Although she appreciated that he cared, there was nothing he could do or say that would change her current feelings toward Kylian.

He was attentive and kind and ignited something within her that she hadn’t felt in a long time. She couldn’t lose sight of that, even with the jealous undercurrents from Maurice making everything a bit more complicated.

As the day unfolded, Giselle and Kylian took advantage of the estate's serenity. By the time dinner rolled around, Maurice was nowhere to be seen as everyone else sat down for a meal prepared by the family's long-time chef.

After dinner, with a sated stomach and a mind tipsy from the wine they’d indulged in—wine vinified on the property—Giselle and Kylian found themselves strolling hand in hand through the picturesque gardens before finding themselves in the wine cellar.

“You have been quiet today,” Kylian noted as he took a moment to observe Giselle. “Are you good?”

“Better than good,” she smiled softly as her cheeks warmed under Kylian's gaze. “I’m here you.”

“You are,” Kylian smirked, taking her dainty hand into his so he could pull her body closer to his. “And I’m grateful for every moment we share.”

Giselle felt the warmth radiate from his body as they stood amidst the rows of glistening bottles, the sultry atmosphere heightened by the dim lighting and the soft sounds of night outside. “This place feels magical,” she murmured, her heart fluttering as Kylian continued to hold her gaze. The intimacy of their surroundings ignited a spark between them as she leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his musky neck.

“I'm a little tipsy and very horny,” Giselle murmured against the column of Kylian's throat, her lips closing around the skin as her hands slipped beneath his top, encircling his waist as they stood in the wine cellar among dozens of bottles.

Kylian's breath hitched at the softness of her touch, the warmth of her body pressing against him, igniting a fire simmering beneath the surface all evening. The earthy scent of the wine mixed with Giselle’s intoxicating perfume filled the air, heightening his senses as he leaned into her, his hands instinctively finding their way to the small of her back.

“Is that so?” he replied, his voice low and teasing, a smirk playing on his lips as he felt her fingers dance lightly over his skin. He could feel the heat radiating from her, a magnetic pull that was impossible to resist.

With that, he tilted her chin up and captured her lips, humming into her mouth as she slipped her tongue into his.

“I like it when you wear my clothing,” Kylian whispered hotly into Giselle's ear as he pulled away from her lips, drawing down the zipper of her sweat top to reveal the white tank she wore beneath, her nipples hard against the soft cotton as Kylian toyed with her.

“I like it when you take them off of me,” she lustfully murmured back, looking up at him through her lashes.

“What else do you like?” Kylian drawled as he traced his fingers along the neckline of her tank top, teasingly tugging at the fabric to reveal the swell of her breast, taking advantage of the act that she'd forgone a bra, a playful challenge flickering in his eyes.

“I like it when you make me cum,” Giselle whispered, her voice thick with craving as she leaned closer, embodying the very essence of temptation. The words hung in the air, charged with promise and urgency.

Kylian’s breath caught at her boldness, a primal instinct surging within him. “You do?” he teased, his fingers pausing just above her soft skin, hovering as if savoring the anticipation.

“Yes,” Giselle's heart raced, and with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, she grasped his wrist, guiding his hand to her breast. “Last night was perfect,” she murmured, arching into his palm, urging him to take control.

Kylian's pulse quickened at her audacity, his fingers curling instinctively around the warm softness of her breast. A satisfied groan escaped his lips as he felt the fullness beneath his palm, her body responding to his touch with an eagerness that set his senses ablaze.

“Perfect?” he echoed, his lips curling into a smirk, reveling in the power he held over her.

“I could feel you everywhere. You made me it all, and it hurt so good,” Giselle replied, her voice sultry and commanding his full attention despite being so low in volume.

“Behave,” Kylian growled into her ear, his hands slipping from the small of her back to cup her backside in his hands, massaging her flesh.

Giselle gasped softly at the sudden shift of his hands, a mix of pleasure and surprise flooding her senses. The strength of Kylian's grip sent a delicious thrill coursing through her, heightening her arousal as he held her tightly against him.

“Or what?” she breathed out, a teasing lilt in her voice.

“I’ll make you,” Kylian warned, his voice growing husky as he pressed himself closer, their bodies molded together like two pieces of a puzzle.

“How, Daddy?” Giselle asked, her words dripping with desire as Kylian pulled down the neckline of her top to reveal her perfect breasts.

“Do you know how much your tight little pussy can take?” he inquired, his voice a low rumble filled with uncontained hunger.

“How many times can I make you cum before you beg me to stop?” The heat radiating from their bodies threatened to consume them as the bottles of wine stood as silent witnesses to their unfolding desire. Giselle's breath quickened at his words, her heart racing as she felt the primal intensity of his gaze on her.

“No,” she replied softly, her cheeks flushed as she looked into Kylian's eyes.

“Would you like to find out?” Kylian asked as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. The promise in his voice was thick with anticipation, urging her to fully succumb to the intoxicating atmosphere surrounding them.

“Yes,” Giselle replied, her voice a sultry whisper laced with urgency as she leaned into him, her body yearning for more of his touch.

“Lead the way back to the house,” Kylian instructed, thankful they were on Elise’s grandparents’ estate grounds.

Giselle’s heart raced at his command, a thrill coursing through her veins. She stepped back but kept her gaze locked onto Kylian's, her teasing smile radiating a mix of mischief and seduction. With a gentle tug on his wrist, she turned to lead the way out of the dimly lit wine cellar, her body swaying enticingly as she moved.

Kylian followed closely behind, his senses heightened by the intoxicating dance of desperation and excitement. Every curve of her body, every sway of her hips, ignited a fire within him that urged him to act on instinct. The dark stone walls of the cellar loomed behind them as they emerged into the brighter hallway, the anticipation crackling in the air.

As they stepped outside, the night air enveloped them in a cool embrace, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from their bodies. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the estate grounds, and the gentle rustle of leaves framed the intoxicating silence that surrounded them.

Giselle led Kylian through the lush garden pathways, her pulse quickening with every step. She could feel his presence looming behind her like a predator, watching, waiting, and she savored the thrill of power that came with her control.

Kylian’s hands found her waist, pulling her back against him as they reached the steps of the grand old house, a centuries-old structure that stood tall and beautiful against the landscape. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured against her ear, lips brushing softly against her skin as his accent thickened, dripping with lust.

With that, he shifted her around to face him, his fingers traveling up to grasp her chin, tilting her head back ever so slightly. Their eyes locked, and the world around them disappeared for a fleeting moment. It was just the two, desire swirling thick in the night air.

“So are you,” Giselle smirked as she leaned up to kiss him, her lips brushing against his with a teasing softness that made his breath hitch.

“Give me your tongue,” Kylian growled softly, his voice low and commanding as he leaned closer, his warm breath mingling with hers. The urgency in his tone sent shivers down Giselle's spine, igniting a fire deep within her core.

With a playful smile, Giselle parted her lips, allowing their tongues to dance together, slowly at first, savoring the taste of each other's mouth. Kylian's hand slid into her hair, gripping gently as he tilted her head to deepen the kiss, pouring all his desire into the moment. She moaned softly, the sound soothing and intoxicating, as their bodies melded together, pressing against each other with an urgency that left no room for doubt.

“Good girl,” Kylian whispered against her lips as his kiss turned more demanding, intensifying with every passing second. His hands roamed down her sides, firm and possessive, exploring the curves of her body with a sense of urgency that made her heart race ever faster.

Giselle responded, her fingers sliding over his taut muscles, feeling the heat radiating off him as she traced the contours of his body. She could feel the electric pulse of their chemistry sparking between them, urging her to take control. “I want to feel you,” she breathed, her voice thick with longing. Pulling away just enough to lock eyes with him, a daring glint shining within her gaze, she shook her head.

Giselle’s heart raced, every nerve ending alive with anticipation and desire. With a quick twist of his wrist, Kylian swung the door open, and they stumbled into the dimly lit hallway, the air thick with promise.

“Where to?” he asked, eyes dark with desire as he regarded her, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

“The bedroom,” Giselle replied, her voice a sultry whisper, as she took the lead once more, her heart racing at the thought of what would come. She led him up the staircase, the familiar wooden steps creaking softly beneath their weight, with each step carrying them closer to the culmination of their heated desires.

Kylian followed closely, his eyes never leaving her swaying hips, the tantalizing movements igniting his need. They reached the room's door, and Giselle paused for a moment, casting one last smoldering look over her shoulder before she pushed the door open.

The room was swept in shadows, illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through the window. It was a sanctuary of intimacy, and Giselle felt a shiver of excitement run through her as she crossed the threshold.

Kylian stepped in behind her, closing the door with a decisive click that echoed in the silence. In an instant, he was upon her, his hands roaming seedily as he pressed her back against the door, capturing her lips with fervor. Their bodies crashed together, a symphony of heat and urgency, each kiss igniting a deeper hunger within them.

“Take off your clothes,” he murmured against her mouth, a hungry edge to his voice that sent a thrill coursing through her veins.

“Make me,” she challenged, a playful glint in her eye as she caught his gaze. Kylian growled lowly, the sound sending a rush of exhilaration through her.

With that, he captured her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head against the wooden door, his other hand roaming down her body.

Kylian's strong hand pinned Giselle's wrists above her head, his touch firm yet gentle, a delicious contrast that sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto hers, holding her captive in their intensity.

His free hand traced a slow, deliberate path down her body, igniting a trail of fire in its wake. He paused at the hem of her shirt, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin just above the waistband of her jeans. Giselle's breath hitched, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she awaited his next move.

"Is this what you want?" Kylian murmured, his voice a low, husky rumble that vibrated through her. His fingers dipped beneath the fabric, grazing her stomach lightly, the touch featherlight yet electrifying.

Giselle arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. "I want you to make me."

Kylian's smirk widened into a predatory grin, his fingers curling around the hem of her shirt. With a swift, decisive movement, he pulled it up and over her head, tossing it aside carelessly. His gaze raked over her exposed skin, lingering on the swell of her breasts, barely contained by the thin fabric of her tank top.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he growled, his voice thick with admiration and lust. His hand slid up her stomach, his palm pressing against her breasts, feeling the warmth of her skin through the delicate cotton of her top.

Giselle's nipples hardened beneath his touch, straining against his warm hands. She squirmed against the door, her body aching for more of his attention.

Kylian let out a groan of satisfaction as Giselle's breasts were revealed to him, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her flawless skin. He drank in the sight of her, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in every curve and contour.

"You're perfect," he murmured, his voice husky with admiration. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her.

Giselle gasped, her head falling back against the door as Kylian's touch ignited a fire within her. She arched into his hands, craving more of his touch as she pulled down her sweats and panties in one swift motion.

Kylian leaned down, his lips brushing against hers as he issued his next set of instructions, intent on showing Gisells he was in control. “Get on your knees.”

Giselle's heart raced at Kylian's commanding tone, her body trembling with anticipation. She slowly sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving his, a mixture of excitement and submission in her gaze. The plush carpet beneath her knees provided a soft cushion, but the cool air against her exposed skin sent a shiver down her spine.

Kylian's eyes darkened as he looked down at her, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. He reached out, his fingers tangling in her hair, gripping gently but firmly. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through her.

His other hand moved to the waistband of his jeans, slowly unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper. Giselle's breath hitched as he pushed his jeans and boxers down, freeing his hardened length. She licked her lips instinctively, her eyes widening at the sight of him.

"Open," Kylian recounted instructed, his voice firm yet gentle, a command laced with desire. His grip on her hair tightened slightly, urging her to comply. Giselle's lips parted, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she gazed up at him, a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling in her eyes.

Slowly, she leaned forward, her breath warm against his skin as she took him into her mouth. Kylian's breath hitched at the sensation, his head falling back slightly as he savored the feeling of her lips wrapped around him. He guided her gently, his hand in her hair, setting a slow, steady pace.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take it deeper." Giselle obeyed, relaxing her throat and taking him further, her tongue swirling around his length. Kylian groaned, his hips jerking forward slightly, driven by instinct.

Saliva dripped from Giselle's chin onto her breast, meandering down her taught stomach as she continued to take him deeper, lost in the rhythm of their shared desires. Every bob of her head and every flick of her tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through Kylian's body. The world outside faded, leaving only the intoxicating connection between them.

"Yes, just like that," Kylian growled, his voice thick with lust as he guided her movements, his grip on her hair firm but gentle. "You’re perfect for me."

Giselle reveled in the praise, the heat of his pleasure intensifying her own. She flicked her tongue against the sensitive head of his cock, eliciting a deep, primal groan from him. The sound ignited a fire within her, urging her to push further, to take him even deeper.

Kylian's breaths turned shallow, each thrust into her mouth setting off an intoxicating whirl of sensations. He could feel the tension building, the undeniable need to take them both to the edge, to succumb to the wild heat that enveloped them.

"Deeper," he growled lowly, easing his length further into her warmth, feeling the unmistakable tightness of her throat around him. He caught himself, his hips grinding slightly, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of the moment.

Giselle hummed softly around him, the vibrations sending a jolt of ecstasy through Kylian as she instinctively began to take him deeper, her mouth working fervently, eager to please him.

"That's my girl," Kylian breathed, his voice strained and raw. The sight of her on her knees, eagerly taking him in, dripping with saliva almost enough to push him over the edge.

“Play with your pussy,” Kylian commanded.

Giselle's eyes fluttered open at Kylian's command, a spark of excitement igniting within her. She released him from her mouth, her lips glistening with saliva as she gazed up at him, a mixture of submission and hunger in her eyes.

"Yes, sir," she breathed, her voice husky with desire. Slowly, she slid her hand down her stomach, her fingers brushing against her slick folds. A soft moan escaped her lips as she began to circle her clit, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

Kylian watched her intently, his eyes darkening with lust as he took in the sight of her pleasuring herself. The sight of her fingers moving rhythmically, the way her back arched with each touch, it was enough to drive him wild.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. "Put my cock back in your mouth,” as he watched her, his breath quickening with anticipation. The room pulsed with a heady mix of pleasure and urgency, an unspoken promise hanging heavily in the air.

Giselle, fueled by his words, nodded eagerly, her fingers still working her clit while she leaned forward once more. Kylian's cock glistened in the dim light, anticipation swirling around them like a tangible force as she opened her mouth and engulfed him again.

Heat pooled in her belly, the combination of her fingers working her sensitive nub and the fullness of Kylian in her mouth driving her closer to the edge. She locked eyes with him, the primal connection between them intensifying as she began to bob her head again, taking him deeper and deeper with every movement.

"Good girl," Kylian growled, the praise further igniting the spark of desire within her. He could feel the tension building, both in her and in himself, and he knew they were on the precipice of a breathtaking release.

Giselle's eyes fluttered closed as she focused on the rhythm of her movements, her mouth sucking and lapping at him as her fingers found the perfect rhythm on her own body. She felt his hand tighten in her hair, guiding her movements and pushing her closer to the edge of oblivion.

"That's it, just like that," he urged, his voice low and sultry, a raw edge of desperation lacing his tone. "Feel yourself getting closer. Let go for me."

With each thrust of his hips, she could feel him hitting the back of her throat, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body. She moaned around him, the sound vibrating against his cock, igniting a fire in Kylian that drove him wild.

“Take it all,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust as he thrust into her mouth with deeper strokes, entirely consuming her. Giselle welcomed him, her breath ragged and quick, the sensations overwhelming yet intoxicating, sending her spiraling deeper into ecstasy.

"God, you're incredible," he breathed, his gaze locked onto her, drinking in the sight of her lost in pleasure, fingers moving with feverish intent. "I can feel how close you’re getting, babe."

Giselle's body was a coil of pent-up desire, each flick of her fingers against her clit intensifying the growing pressure within her. She could feel the threshold of release creeping closer. With every thrust, every whisper and moan, the line blurred between her pleasure and Kylian’s, a shared experience that bound them together in a web of raw need.

“Let go for me, Giselle,” Kylian urged, brushing his thumb against her cheek. His dark eyes were intense, making her heart race. The way he held her gaze made her feel simultaneously exposed and cherished, pushing her toward the point of no return.

With one final stroke of her fingers and a deep thrust from Kylian, Giselle's body collapsed under the weight of pleasure, her release crashing over her like a tidal wave. She cried out around him, the sound sending vibrations coursing through his length, propelling him closer to the edge as well.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Kylian groaned, watching her fall apart, the sight swirling in ecstasy as he emptied himself down her throat, their breaths mingling in the haze of climax. He held her gaze, his hand gently pulling her hair back as she swallowed every drop, savoring the moment of connection.

As they both slowly came down from the high, Kylian pulled her up gently, crashing his lips against hers, tasting the remnants of their shared passion. The kiss was slow and soft, a promise of what was still yet to come as they melted into one another, the world around them fading once more.

“Come with me,” Kylian murmured, taking Giselle's hand into his so he could guide her over to the bed before taking a seat on the edge as he gazed up at her.

“Turn around and bend over,” he instructed as Giselle stood before him, her body flushed and nipples hard as she waited for whatever came next.

Giselle's heart raced at Kylian's commanding voice, her body tingling with anticipation. She turned slowly, savoring the moment as she bent over, presenting herself to him. The cool air brushed against her heated skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

Kylian's gaze roamed over her curves, taking in the outline of her body as she arched her back slightly, exposing the perfect swell of her ass. "You look incredible," he growled, his voice thick with desire, as he leaned forward, placing soft kisses along her lower back.

Giselle's breath hitched at the sensation, each kiss igniting a fire within her. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the heat of his body behind her, amplifying her yearning. "Please," she whispered, the ache for him growing with every moment they held still.

With a wicked smirk, Kylian positioned himself behind her, his hands squeezing her hips possessively as he traced his thumbs over the soft skin of her thighs. “You want it?” he teased, voice laced with a spicy edge.

“Yes,” she breathed, a rush of pleasure coursing through her as she felt him draw closer.

“Good,” he said, his voice low and rumbling with satisfaction. He gently palmed her ass, taking a moment to savor the way it felt beneath his fingers, the softness eliciting a deeper hunger within him.

With a quick movement, he delivered a sharp smack to her backside, the sound cracking in the air, sending a delicious thrill of sensation coursing through her. Giselle gasped, her body responding eagerly to the sting, igniting a wild heat deep within her.

“More,” she urged, her voice thick with want, and Kylian complied, landing another firm slap to her cheeks, watching as they rippled with the impact. Her eagerness only fueled his desire, and he couldn't help but admire her boldness.

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmured as he stood to his feet, his hand sliding to her lower back, his fingers brushing against her skin, calming her with each soothing stroke. “Get on your hands and knees.”

Giselle's heart raced at Kylian's commanding voice, her body buzzing with anticipation. She shifted into position, the soft carpet cushioning her knees as she felt vulnerable yet exhilarated. The cool air kissed her heated skin, amplifying the sensations coursing through her.

Kylian moved behind her, his presence a magnetic force that made her ache for his touch. She could feel his eyes on her, drinking in the sight of her submission, and it only heightened her desire.

“Just like that,” he praised, his voice low and sultry as he admired her form. Kylian's hands found her hips, his fingers digging in possessively. “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”

Giselle couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped her lips at his words. She swayed her hips slightly, teasingly, eager for him to take her as she whispered, “I want you.”

“Not yet,” Kylian replied, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. He leaned forward, pressing his body against hers while trailing kisses along the curve of her back. Each touch ignited her skin, making her shiver with yearning.

He pulled back slightly, positioning himself behind her, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered, “I want you to feel everything.” Kylian took his time, teasing her by pressing his hardness against her slick folds, the friction sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

Giselle bit her lip, her body begging for more as she felt the intensity of his heat against her skin. “Please, Kylian,” she begged, a mix of urgency and need coloring her voice.

With a wicked grin, Kylian gripped her hips firmly, positioning himself to enter her. “You’re so ready for me,” he murmured, teasingly brushing the tip of his cock against her entrance, just enough to make her gasp.

“Don’t tease me,” Giselle breathed, her frustration mounting as she pushed her body back against him, urging him to fill her.

“Or what?" he taunted, his voice thick with lust.

Giselle's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. The challenge ignited a fire within her, urging her to prove her desire. "Or I'll make you regret it," she replied boldly, her voice sultry and commanding, sending a chill through Kylian.

With a chuckle, he leaned forward, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "You think you can?" he taunted, amusement dancing in his voice. Before she could respond, Kylian pressed forward, filling her completely in a swift movement.

Giselle gasped loudly as Kylian entered her, her body stretching to accommodate his size. The sudden fullness was overwhelming, a delicious ache that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, savoring the feeling of being completely filled.

"Fuck," Kylian groaned, his voice strained with pleasure as he felt her tight warmth enveloping him. He paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You're so fucking tight," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck.

Slowly, he began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as the tip of his cock kissed torturously against her cervix.

Kylian‘s movements were slow and drawn out as he savored the exquisite sensation of their bodies melding together. Giselle's breathing quickened, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, the air thick with their shared desire.

"Yes, just like that," she gasped, her voice tinged with urgency. She pushed back against him, desperate for more of his length, wanting to feel every inch of him deep inside her. The weight of his body pressing against hers only heightened the anticipation coursing through her veins.

Kylian grunted in response, increasing the pace of his thrusts as he lost himself in her warmth. His teeth clamping down on his bottom lip as he landed a sharp slap on her ass, eliciting a delightful sound from Giselle that spurred him on even more.

“God, you feel incredible,” he growled, the words a low, rumbling echo of his need. He relished in the way her body responded to him, each noise she made heightening his desire to take her even harder.

Giselle rocked back against him, matching his rhythm with fervor, chasing the wave of pleasure that pulsed between them. The connection they shared was electric, weaving a tapestry of sensations—every thrust, every moan, every whispered word fueling the fire that burned hotter with each passing second.

“Use me,” she urged, her voice barely a whisper. “I want you to use me."

Kylian's breath hitched at her words, the urgency palpable in the air between them. He leaned forward, his body descending over hers as he pressed his chest against her back, pulling her up onto her knees.

Giselle's hands instinctively reached backwards, wrapping around Kylian's kneck, holding herself up as her head fell back onto his shoulder, her breasts bouncing freely with every flex of his hips.

“Baby, you're so deep,” she whimpered into Kylian’s ear, her right arm dropping from gripping onto him for support so she could guide his hand to her lower abdomen where she could feel the force of his strokes.

Kylian's eyes widened with excitement as Giselle guided his hand to her lower abdomen, allowing him to feel the force of his thrusts. He could feel his own heartbeat racing, the sensation of being so deeply connected to her pushing him closer to the edge.

"Feel it," he urged, his voice husky with desire. "Feel how perfectly we fit together. You were made for me.”

His words sent a shiver down Giselle's spine, the possessive tone igniting a fire within her. She arched her back, pressing herself even closer to him, savoring the feeling of his strong body enveloping hers.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. "I'm yours, only yours."

Kylian's grip tightened around her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he increased the pace of his thrusts. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a primal rhythm that echoed their shared passion.

"You're so perfect. I can't get enough of you." Giselle moaned, turning her head so she could press her lips to his jaw.

Kylian's eyes flashed with intensity as Giselle's lips brushed against his jaw. He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep, claiming her with a fierce hunger. His hips continued their relentless pace, driving into her with a primal urgency that stole her breath.

"Come for me, Giselle," he demanded against her lips, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Give yourself to me."

His words, combined with the relentless pressure of his thrusts, pushed Giselle over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Her inner walls clamped down around Kylian, pulsing with each surge of pleasure.

"That's it, ma belle," Kylian praised, his voice strained as he felt her tighten around him. "Milk my cock. Take everything I have, it's yours.”

Giselle’s body went limp against Kylian's as they came together in unison, his hands gripping her hips and his low, lust-filled voice in her ear as he talked her through their shared orgasm.

Kylian’s hands cupped Giselle's breasts as he pulled her body flush against his, his cock still buried deep inside of her as they basked in the aftermath.

Once he'd regained his composure, Kylian pulled himself from Giselle and stood from the floor. He lifted her into his arms so he could lay her down on the plush bedding, then crawled over her and settled down beside her.

“You’re so beautiful,” Giselle whispered as she squeezed her thighs shut, her swollen clit pulsing between her legs as she curled into Kylian, her lips ghosting against his jaw as she cupped his face in her hands.

“You are,” Kylian murmured as he caught her lips in a heated kiss. “The most beautiful girl in the world.”

“I feel like the sweatiest girl in the world,” Giselle joked, her lips curving into a smile against Kylian's before rolled on top of her, caging her in.

“In any case, I just want you to be my girlfriend,” he murmured, causing Giselle's eyes to snap open at his admission.

Giselle's heart raced at Kylian's words. The intensity of their connection surged within her, a thrilling mix of surprise and desire coursing through her veins. She looked up at him, searching his dark eyes for any hint of hesitation, but all she found was sincerity and raw need.

“Your girlfriend?” she echoed, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Are you sure you can handle all of this?” She wiggled beneath him, her body still sensitive from their passionate encounter, and felt Kylian's desire stir again.

Kylian smirked, leaning closer to brush his lips against hers, his breath hot and teasing. “Trust me, I can handle more than you think,” he replied, his voice low and sultry. “I want you in every way, Giselle. Not just for tonight, but for every night that follows.”

The weight of his words sank into her, igniting a warmth that spread through her entire being. She felt exposed yet utterly cherished beneath him, and the notion of being his felt exhilarating.

“Okay,” she said softly, her heart fluttering. “I want that too.” The sincerity in her voice made Kylian’s expression soften, and he leaned down to capture her lips again in a tender kiss, igniting a fire that had only just begun to simmer.

As they melted into each other, the world around them faded away, leaving only the intoxicating connection they shared. Kylian's hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin, savoring the taste of their promises.

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

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 14

Kylian was no stranger to photoshoots or promotional interviews. Yet, he still found himself intrigued as he watched Giselle pose for the makeup artist who had made her face part of an ad a London-based beauty brand was paying her to post on her Instagram.

He'd spent the morning watching Giselle as she worked.

He watched Giselle with an intensity that bordered on fascination as she looked into the camera lens, her eyes both seductive and alluring as she pouted her plump, glossy lips.

Kylian leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on Giselle as she posed for the camera. He couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty, allure, and seductive charm. The way her lips glistened under the lights, and her eyes sparkled with mischief drew him in like a moth to a flame.

He watched as she pouted and posed, her body moving gracefully and confidently, adding to her appeal. The makeup artist worked their magic, enhancing her already stunning features, but Kylian knew that Giselle was a natural beauty. She didn't need all the glamour and glitz to be breathtaking.

He felt a stirring in his loins as he watched her, his mind wandering to their passionate night together. The way her body felt beneath his, the sounds she made as he brought her to the peak of pleasure... He shifted slightly, trying to adjust himself discreetly.

Outside of his carnal thoughts, as Kylian watched Giselle's every movement, he couldn't help but think about the way she seamlessly fit into his life and how comfortable he was with having her there.

Their connection had grown deeper than mere attraction; it was a shared understanding, a bond that sparked with every lingering glance and playful smile. But today, as the camera flashed and Giselle struck her final pose, Kylian couldn’t shake the electricity between them.

The shoot wrapped up, and she stepped away, her laughter ringing like music. Giselle sauntered over, her hips swaying with a rhythm that made his heart race. There was something about her that drew him in and made him weak for her.

“I didn't think this would take up the entire morning, sorry,” she said, placing her hand on his bicep as their eyes met.

Kylian smirked, feeling a rush of warmth crawl up his neck, a mix of admiration and desire. “Don’t be; I enjoyed watching you work,” he admitted his voice low and teasing.

Kylian's smirk grew wider as he watched Giselle's reaction to his admission. He could see how her eyes lit up, a spark of excitement and flirtation dancing in their depths. The hand on his bicep tightened slightly, her fingers digging into his muscle through the wool of his sweater.

"You did, huh?" she purred, leaning in closer. Her breath was warm against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "And what exactly did you enjoy about it?"

Her voice was low and husky, dripping with suggestion. Kylian felt his heart rate pick up, his pulse throbbing in his ears. He turned his head slightly, their noses almost touching. He could smell the sweet scent of her perfume and the faint taste of her lip gloss.

“Everything," he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips. "The way you command attention, the way you own the camera's focus. It's... Sexy."

Giselle's lips curved into a seductive smile, her eyes never leaving his. "Is that so?" she breathed, her hand sliding up his arm to his shoulder.

“It is,” Kylian confirmed with a soft nod as he gazed down at her. In all honesty, he could have spent the entire day with Giselle locked away in her hotel suite, but as amazing as their chemistry between the sheets was, sex wasn't all he wanted of her.

“But today, I have plans for us that don't include keeping you locked away in your hotel room,” he teased, his voice barely above a whisper. The playful glint in his eyes betrayed the intensity of his feelings.

Giselle arched an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Oh really? I’m intrigued. Do tell," she leaned in even closer, her breath brushing against his skin, igniting a fire within him.

Kylian took a deep breath, steadying himself against the magnetic pull she had over him. "It’s a surprise, so you'll have to trust me," he said, the corners of his mouth curling into a sly grin mirrored her intrigue.

"Trust you?" Giselle echoed, her tone teasing yet laced with genuine curiosity.

He chuckled softly, enjoying the light banter. “You trusted me last night, didn’t you? When you—”

"Okay, okay, point taken," she interrupted a playful glimmer in her eyes. The memory of their night together, full of tangled sheets and whispered secrets, painted an intimate backdrop against their flirtation.

Giselle saw the makeup artist out of her suite as Kylian went to make a phone call in the bedroom, his heart still racing from their charged exchange. He could hear her laughter trickling through the door, a melody that echoed in his mind, heightening his anticipation for what was to come.

After a few moments, Kylian stepped back into the main room, leaning casually against the doorframe as Giselle reentered. Her face was still glowing from the photo shoot but now tinged with the thrill of their playful banter.

“Ready for an adventure?” he asked, his tone playful yet filled with promise.

She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with excitement, a hint of mischief dancing on her features. “I’m all yours. What’s the plan?”

Kylian couldn’t help but grin at her response as he walked over to where she stood, wrapping his arms around her so he could pull her petite frame flush against his.

“I like the way your body feels in my hands,” he murmured as his hands slipped to her backside, cupping it in his hands as their eyes met.

“My body or my ass?” Giselle smirked teasingly.

Kylian chuckled, the playful banter only intensifying the heat between them. “Both,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly. “But it’s definitely your ass that’s captivating me right now.”

Giselle raised an eyebrow, an amused smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Really?” she teased, leaning into him, her body molding against his. “And what do you plan to do about it?”

“Hmm," he mused, letting his fingers linger for a moment longer on the soft curve of her backside before pulling back slightly, allowing the tension to hang in the air. “I plan to make the most of this day—the car will be here soon to take us where we are going.”

Unbeknownst to Giselle, Kylian had pulled a few strings and limited the public's afternoon access to the London Zoo.

As a public figure and arguably one of the brightest stars of modern football, Kylian couldn't live as freely as he wanted to. Even the idea of closing off public spaces for himself didn't feel right, but more often than not, it was the only option he had to avoid crowds and cameras.

But with Giselle, things felt different. The thought of sharing the day with just her, away from the prying eyes and incessant flash of cameras, ignited a fire within him that both thrilled and scared him. He wanted to protect this connection they had; their privacy felt sacred in a world that often bared him to the masses.

“What’s the surprise?” Giselle asked, her curiosity bubbling to the surface once more as he led her out of the suite.

Kylian grinned, watching her excitement radiate as they walked hand in hand. “Patience,” he teased, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “You’ll see soon enough.”

Avoiding the bustling lobby, Kylian and Giselle made their way towards the hotel's private entrance to meet with Kylian's driver, who would also be his security for the day.

As they stepped outside, the crisp London air enveloped them, a refreshing contrast to the warm embrace of the hotel. Kylian glanced down at Giselle, her smile radiant against the backdrop of a cloudy sky, and felt an overwhelming sense of affection.

The sleek black car pulled up, the driver opening the door with practiced ease. Kylian gestured for Giselle to enter first, secretly enjoying how her figure moved, her legs gracefully navigating the slight elevation. He slid in after her, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air, igniting the desire that had been simmering between them since their first encounter.

Once settled, Kylian’s heart raced with the city's rhythm outside the window. “Are you ready for a bit of fun?” he asked, turning slightly to catch her eye, his voice low, teasing.

Giselle leaned forward, her curiosity palpable. “Fun? You have my attention." She brushed a stray hair behind her ear, her lips curling into a playful grin. "What kind of 'fun' are you talking about, Kylian?”

He chuckled softly, relishing how her playful tone quickened his pulse. “The best kind: an adventure. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” He watched as she bit her lower lip, the gesture igniting a flicker of heat in his stomach.

The car began to pull away from the hotel, navigating through the bustling streets of London. Kylian leaned closer to her, their shoulders brushing, amplifying the charged atmosphere that pulsed in the confined space. “But first,” he said, his voice low and conspiratorial, “you have to promise me you’ll keep an open mind and enjoy it.”

“I promise,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “But you better not make me regret that promise.”

As they navigated the city, Kylian discreetly reached for Giselle’s hand, intertwining their fingers. He felt her pulse quicken as their palms connected, the heat of her skin igniting a fire deep within him. Her grip on him tightened ever so slightly, and he felt an intoxicating combination of confident possession and pure delight.

The journey to the zoo was punctuated with light banter and laughter, their playful exchanges drawing them closer. Kylian felt exhilarated. At that moment, with Giselle by his side, the world outside seemed distant, the city's noise fading into a dull hum.

Finally, the car came to a stop. Kylian glanced at Giselle, his heart pounding with anticipation. “We’re here,” he announced, unable to contain his grin as he opened the door for her.

As she stepped out, he took in the beauty of the moment. The lush greenery of the private zoo was a stark contrast to the hustle of the city, offering a serene, dreamy escape. “Welcome to our playdate,” he said, gesturing grandly.

Giselle's eyes widened, the delight evident on her face. “You really pulled some strings, didn’t you?” she marveled, taking a step forward, her excitement palpable. “This is incredible!”

“I figured it would be nice to have some time away from the rest of the world,” he admitted, stepping closely beside her. “Plus, I thought we could make some unforgettable memories here.”

“Unforgettable memories, huh?” she repeated, glancing at him with a mix of mock suspicion and playful interest. “What are you planning, Kylian?”

He captured her gaze, his expression shifting from playful to sincere. “Just you and me, exploring together. No distractions, just us.”

Giselle looked around, absorbing the atmosphere before her gaze met his. “I love it,” she said simply. Her voice was warm and genuine, igniting a flutter in his chest.

As they walked deeper into the park, hand in hand, Kylian felt the tension between them shift, dissolving into a comfortable intimacy. Every shared glance and lingering touch sent sparks through the air, weaving an invisible thread.

“What is your favorite animal?” Giselle asked as they followed the carefully mapped-out pathways of the zoo.

Kylian took a moment to consider, his thoughts momentarily drifting away as he observed the joy radiating from Giselle. “I’d have to say the tiger,” he replied, a playful smirk crossing his lips. “There's something about their strength and grace that intrigues me. What about you?”

Giselle’s eyes lit up, clearly enthusiastic about sharing her thoughts. “I adore dolphins! They’re so playful and intelligent. Plus, they just seem so free in the water.”

“Ah, the embodiment of joy,” he noted, matching her energy. “I can see why you’d resonate with them.”

As they strolled past different enclosures, the world around them faded into the background. Kylian felt the easy rhythm of their conversation, the synchrony of their movements creating a comfortable bubble that felt almost magical.

With a sudden burst of spontaneity, Giselle exclaimed, “Let’s go see the big cats first! I need to see if they’re as majestic as you say!”

Kylian chuckled, allowing her excitement to lead the way as they approached the tiger exhibit. They paused in front of the large glass enclosure; their cheeks flush with the exhilaration of being in this moment together.

“Look at him!” Giselle exclaimed, her eyes wide as they observed the tiger lounging lazily on a rock. “He’s breathtaking.”

“Just like you,” Kylian murmured softly, his gaze lingering on her features as she admired the creature. The tension between them crackled again, intensified by their playful dynamic and lingering touches.

Giselle turned to him, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Kylian,” she quipped, nudging him lightly with her shoulder.

“Good to know,” he replied, leaning closer and lowering his voice. “I can’t help but think it’s the truth.”

Their playful banter swirled around them, but there was also a budding intensity simmering just beneath the surface. Kylian felt drawn to her, wanting to close the space between them. It was as if the outside world had disappeared entirely; it was just them, lost in their little realm of flirtation and excitement.

Giselle’s laughter rang out like music as they wandered the zoo, wrapping around him in a warm embrace. Kylian cherished these moments, the way they flowed with ease and joy, illuminating the spark between them.

“What’s next on your grand adventure plan?” Giselle asked as they lingered at the giraffe enclosure, her gaze transfixed on the long-necked animals munching on leaves.

“We are going to feed them their lunch before we get some food of our own,” Kylian grinned as he watched Giselle's eyes light up with realization.

“We’re going to feed the giraffes?!” Giselle exclaimed, her excitement infectious.

Kylian chuckled at her enthusiasm, feeling the warmth spread through him. “I thought you might enjoy it,” he said, his tone playful yet sincere. He led her into the indoor area of the enclosure, where they met with two members of the zoo’s staff.

They were greeted warmly. The zookeepers explained the process and handed them small bundles of leaves for the giraffes. Giselle practically bounced on her heels, her palpable excitement igniting Kylian's enthusiasm as they took their places at the feeding station.

“You do the honors,” Kylian said, placing one of the leaf bundles in her hands with an encouraging grin. He stepped back slightly, allowing her to approach the towering giraffe while capturing the awe in her expression.

Giselle held out the leaves, her eyes broad with anticipation. The giraffe leaned down gracefully, its long neck stretching toward her, the softness of its muzzle brushing against her fingertips. “Oh my god, Kylian! Look at how gentle it is!” she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of amazement and delight.

Kylian smiled, watching her interact with the animal, her joy radiating like sunlight. It struck him just how beautiful she looked in that moment, her laughter filling the air, making everything around them seem more vibrant. Under the light of the day, there was something particularly enchanting about her, a natural charm that captivated him even more.

“Come here, let me take a picture!” he called out, pulling out his phone. She spun around, still holding the leaves, and struck a playful pose with the giraffe leaning in beside her. Kylian snapped the photo at just the right moment, capturing her joy and the whimsical nature of the experience.

“Did you get it?” she asked, bounding back toward him, her face shining with excitement.

“Of course,” he laughed, pushing his phone back into the pocket of his sweats before trying his hand at feeding the giraffes.

Giselle left the zoo with a wide smile, her body tucked beneath Kylian’s arm, leaning into him as they drove to their next destination.

For lunch, they indulged in pizza and salads. Much like the zoo, the restaurant they dined in was pretty much empty, baring an elderly woman who paid them no mind as she sipped on her coffee.

“Come here,” Kylian instructed as he leaned back in his seat, beckoning Giselle over to him so he could pull her into his lap.

She obliged eagerly, fitting snugly against him, her laughter ringing out like music that filled the air between them. Kylian wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the warmth radiate off her body as she settled into his lap, playfully leaning back against him.

“Do you think she’s judging us?” Giselle whispered, glancing toward the elderly woman at the corner table, who watched them with an expression that felt a little disapproving.

“Let her,” Kylian murmured, his lips grazing her ear as he tightened his hold, hooking a finger beneath her chin to bow her head and press a lingering kiss to her lips.

Giselle melted into the kiss, her lips parting slightly to deepen it. Kylian's hand slid from her chin, tracing the delicate line of her jaw and neck before resting on her shoulder. He could feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress, igniting a fire within him.

When they finally broke apart, Giselle's cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling with desire. "You're insatiable," she breathed, her voice husky.

Kylian smirked, his thumb brushing against the pulse point on her neck. "Only for you."

The elderly woman cleared her throat loudly, clearly displeased with their public display of affection. Kylian and Giselle shared a mischievous grin, unapologetic in their connection.

“Ignore her,” he murmured as his lips brushed against her neck, and he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind as they sat at their table. “You came so fucking hard last night I almost lost control.”

Paying no mind to the elderly woman's disapproving gaze, Kylian nuzzled Giselle's neck, his hot breath tickling her skin as he pulled her flush against his athletic frame. He inhaled her intoxicating scent, the memory of their night together still fresh in his mind.

"You were incredible," he whispered, his voice low and raspy with desire. "The way you moaned my name, the way your body trembled beneath me..."

His hands trailed possessively over her waist, fingertips grazing the soft fabric of her top as he indulged in the feel of her curves.

“Kylian, stop,” Giselle giggled as her eyes met the elderly woman's, and Kylian whispered feverishly into her ear.

"You think she knows you’re a good girl for me?" he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear as he taunted Giselle and their one-woman audience. "That you like it when I fuck you hard and deep..."

Giselle's breath hitched at Kylian's provocative words, her body trembling slightly in his arms. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as his hands roamed her curves possessively. The elderly woman's disapproving stare only seemed to fuel their desire, adding an exhilarating edge to their public display.

"You're going to get us kicked out," Giselle whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of amusement and arousal. "Or at least, a stern talking to."

Kylian chuckled lowly, the vibrations rumbling through his chest and against her back. "Let her try," he murmured, nipping at her earlobe. "I'll just tell them I can't control myself around you."

His hands slid down to her hips, gripping them firmly as he pulled her even closer, leaving no space between their bodies. Giselle could feel the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against her backside, sending a surge of heat straight to her core.

"I have one more surprise for you,” Kylian said as he leaned in to speak directly into her ear. “When you're ready, we can leave.”

“I'm ready now,” Giselle confirmed, and Kylian called the waiter over to pay their bill before they left again.

Giselle had no idea what Kylian had up his sleeve as they drove through the streets of London, coming to a stop outside of a white building that stood out amongst the brick and glass that surrounded it.

“Ready?” Kylian asked as he opened the car door to step out of it before helping Giselle out and leading her toward the building.

Stepping inside, Giselle was utterly at a loss for words. Much like the exterior, the interior was completely white, but what it contained had her in complete and utter awe.

“Good afternoon!” a blonde woman smiled as she entered the room from a side door. Welcome to an exhibition on Marie Antoinette's style. You guys are some of the first people in the world to see this,” she explained excitedly.

Giselle looked up at Kylian in awe, her eyes widening with excitement. “You really did pull some strings for this,” she marveled, a smile brightening her face.

Kylian grinned, feeling a rush of satisfaction at her reaction. “I thought it would be fun to do something a little different. Besides, I know how much you love fashion.”

“Are you kidding? This is amazing!” Giselle exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious. As the staff member led them through the exhibition, Kylian couldn’t help but revel in how she absorbed everything around her—the intricate details of the garments. These lavish decorations evoked the opulence of the past.

As they walked from one exhibit to the next, the air was filled with a palpable energy. Giselle chatted animatedly with the guide, asking questions and eagerly soaking in the stories behind each piece. Kylian couldn't take his eyes off her; the way her passion ignited her expressions drew him in even further.

After a while, they found themselves in a small alcove showcasing some exquisite tiaras and intricate jewelry inspired by Marie Antoinette’s era. Giselle’s eyes sparkled with delight as she stepped closer to admire the fragile craftsmanship.

“Can you imagine wearing these?” she mused, turning to Kylian with a dreamy look. “The weight of the history behind them… they’re like little pieces of art!”

Kylian stepped closer, leaning against the display beside her. “You’d look incredible in something like that,” he said, his voice low and earnest.

“Oh, stop,” she chuckled, brushing off the compliment modestly, but the flush on her cheeks told him she enjoyed it.

“I’m serious,” he countered, lowering his head slightly to look into her eyes.

For a brief moment, Giselle seemed lost in his gaze, the intensity between them flickering to life again. Kylian felt the urge to close the distance, to nourish that delicate tension simmering just below the surface.

Instead, he took a step back, breaking the spell as the guide continued their tour. But the chemistry between them lingered in the air, palpable and electric.

Giselle, clearly enchanted by the exhibition, leaned closer to the glass display, her fingers barely grazing the surface as if she could absorb the history through touch. Kylian felt the weight of her excitement, a kind of warmth radiating from her that stirred something deep within him. He admired her passion; it was yet another reason he felt drawn to her.

“This was beautiful; thank you for bringing me here,” Giselle smiled as she turned to Kylian, taking a step towards him to wrap her arms around his waist.

Kylian felt his heart race at the soft press of her body against his, the warmth of her touch igniting the familiar thrill that simmered between them. Her sincerity, paired with the excitement in her eyes, made him feel like the luckiest man in the world.

“I could think of no one better to share this with,” he replied, his voice husky as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Something about her felt surreal at that moment, as if they were wrapped in their little bubble, separate from the outside world.

“That means a lot to me,” Giselle said, her eyes sparkling with gratitude and affection. She pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, and their connection felt deeper as they searched each other’s eyes.

“I meant it,” he replied earnestly, his hands resting on her hips. “It’s nice to experience things together, to just… enjoy each other’s company.”

The warmth between them had nothing to do with the weather as they returned to the awaiting car.

They settled back into the car, and a comfortable silence enveloped them, broken only by the engine's hum and the soft music playing in the background. Kylian glanced at Giselle, who was still excited about the exhibition. Her eyes sparkled, and a smile played on her lips, making his heart race.

“Before we head back to the hotel, can we make a stop?” Giselle asked, her eyes flashing back and forth between Kylian and the car's driver.

“Of course. Where to?” Kylian asked, intrigued by her sudden request.

“It's a surprise,” she smirked, her voice full of mischief. Pulling up the store's name and address on Google, she handed her phone to the driver, her cheeks flushing as he glanced back at her with a knowing smile.

She knew Kylian would enjoy the store in question, and after the day he had given her, the time and care he had taken, he was more than deserving of it.

The quaint adult store nestled in a corner in Soho was a place she had visited once before to put together a Halloween costume.

As they arrived, Kylian raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. "I didn't expect this as part of our adventure," he teased, glancing at Giselle.

Giselle laughed, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Trust me, you'll love it. It's not just any store; they have the most unique things here. Plus, I thought it would be fun to explore something a little… different together."

Kylian's pulse quickened at her words, a thrill shooting through him. The anticipation of being in such an intimate space with her sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Lead the way," he said, stepping out of the car and offering her his hand.

Giselle's hand trailed along the shelves, pausing to examine a few items before settling on a sleek, black box containing a pair of nipple clamps and a chain to tether them together.

Kylian's eyes widened slightly as Giselle placed the box in his hands, a smirk playing on his lips. "Nipple clamps, huh?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You have excellent taste."

He flipped open the box, revealing the shiny silver clamps and delicate chain. A surge of excitement coursed through him at the thought of using them on Giselle, of seeing her reaction as he tightened the clamps around her sensitive nipples.

"I thought you might appreciate these," Giselle said, her voice barely above a whisper. "They say the pain can be quite... pleasurable."

Kylian's gaze flicked up to meet hers, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Is that so? Well, I'm always eager to explore new sensations with you."

He closed the box and slipped it into the basket Giselle held dangling from her forearm, his hand lingering on Giselle's waist as he guided her further into the store. The air was thick with the scent of leather and the quiet murmur of shoppers browsing the aisles. Kylian felt a sense of excitement building within him, a hunger to try out the new toys with her.

As they wandered through the store, Kylian's hand remained possessively on Giselle's waist, his fingers occasionally brushing against the curve of her hip. He couldn't help but imagine how the clamps would look adorning her perfect breasts, the chain glinting in the soft light as she moved.

"What else catches your eye?" he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'm open to trying anything you desire."

Giselle's breath hitched at his words, a shiver running down her spine. She scanned the shelves, her eyes landing on a sleek, metal anal plug. "This," she said, picking it up and turning it over in her hands. "I want to try it with you."

Kylian's eyes flicked up to meet hers, a mischievous glint in his gaze as he took the vibrator from her. "It's perfect," he agreed, his voice low and husky. "I can't wait to see you wearing it."

He added the anal plug to their basket, his hand lingering on Giselle's waist as he guided her further into the store. The air was thick with the scent of leather and the quiet murmur of shoppers browsing the aisles. Kylian felt a sense of excitement building within him, a hunger to try out the new toys with her.

As they wandered through the store, Kylian's hand remained possessively on Giselle's hip, his fingers occasionally brushing against the curve of her ass. He couldn't help but imagine how the plug would look buried deep inside her, the metal warming to her body heat.

"Let's go" he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “I need you back at the hotel.”

Giselle felt a rush of exhilaration at Kylian's words, her heart racing with anticipation. She looked up at him, the heat of his gaze igniting a spark within her. "Lead the way," she teased, her voice playful yet laced with desire.

Kylian, still holding onto their basket filled with toys, grinned and guided her back toward the door, his hand resting firmly at the small of her back. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement as they made their way out of the store and into the crisp London air.

The drive back to the hotel was charged with an irresistible tension, the anticipation of their impending rendezvous sending shivers down Giselle's spine. She could barely contain herself, her mind racing with thoughts of all the possibilities that awaited them behind their hotel room door.

As they arrived, Kylian wasted no time in ushering her inside. The familiar warmth of their private space enveloped them, a stark contrast to the flurry of excitement outside.

Once inside, Kylian set the basket on the bedside table, turning his gaze toward Giselle with a look that sent a thrill of anticipation through her. "Are you ready for another little adventure?" he asked, his voice low and sultry.

"Absolutely," she replied, her pulse quickening as she stepped closer to him, her heart racing at the thought of their newfound purchases. There was an undeniable electricity in the air, a magnetism that connected them on a deeper level than mere attraction.

Kylian moved closer, his hands finding her waist as he pulled her flush against him.

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire as he gazed down at Giselle, his hands tightening possessively on her hips. "I'm going to unwrap you like a gift," he murmured, his voice husky with anticipation. "Slowly, savoring every inch of you."

His lips crashed against hers in a feverish kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to claim her completely. Giselle melted into him, her hands fisting in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor. The kiss was a promise of things to come, a spark igniting the fire that burned between them.

Kylian broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he trailed his lips along her jawline and down the column of her neck. His hands slid beneath the hem of her top, pushing the fabric up to reveal her breasts. Giselle shivered at his touch, her skin tingling with anticipation.

"Lift your arms," Kylian commanded softly, his fingers hooking under the hem of her dress. Giselle complied, allowing him to slowly peel the garment off her body and toss it aside before doing the same with her jeans.

Giselle stood before him in nothing but a lace thong, her chest heaving with each breath. Kylian's gaze raked over her, his eyes burning with hunger as he took in every curve and contour of her body. "You're absolutely beautiful," he breathed.

His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing against her nipples. Giselle arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as he teased her. Kylian leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the swell of her breasts.

“Climb into the bed and kneel,” Kylian instructed, his voice dripping with sex as he walked over to the night stand to grab the nipple clamps.

Giselle obeyed, crawling onto the bed and kneeling in the center, her back straight and her hands resting on her thighs. The cool air kissed her bare skin, making her nipples harden into tight peaks. She watched Kylian approach, the silver clamps glinting in his hand, and felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine.

Kylian stood before her, his eyes dark with desire as he gazed at her kneeling form. He reached out, gently grasping one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "These are perfect," he murmured, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers.

He brought the clamp closer, the cold metal brushing against her heated skin. Giselle gasped, her body tensing slightly as Kylian carefully attached the clamp to her nipple.

Giselle inhaled sharply, her body instinctively leaning towards Kylian as he secured the clamp snugly around her nipple while she knelt upright.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he repeated the action so both nipples were clamped.

The sensation caused a moan to rip from Giselle's throat as she looked down at her chest, completely in awe of the way her body responded to his touch. Each clamp felt like a spark, intensifying the heat that pooled low in her belly. She shivered at the mix of pleasure and slight pain, her pulse quickening as she surrendered to the sensations washing over her.

Kylian's gaze was heated, filled with a hunger that made her feel vulnerable and empowered. The way he watched her, focusing intently on her reactions, turned the moment into something more profound—a silent agreement that they were exploring uncharted territory together.

“Are they okay?” Kylian asked, his voice silky smooth as he traced a finger down her arm, igniting a firestorm of goosebumps along her skin. She bit her lip, nodding breathlessly. There was no need to put her feelings into words; her body spoke volumes.

“Fingers or mouth?” Kylian asked, his eyes glossed over with lust as he stood before Giselle. His hand found its place between her thighs as he pulled the crotch of her panties aside, hissing as he felt how warm and wet she was.

Giselle's breath hitched as Kylian's fingers brushed against her folds, sending shivers down her spine. She looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes; her lips parted slightly as she struggled to respond coherently.

"Mouth," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I want your mouth on me."

Kylian's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes flashing with desire. Without hesitation, he knelt in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs firmly. He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh, making her shudder.

"You're so wet already," he murmured, his fingers spreading her open. "Lay back and show me your pussy."

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire as Giselle leaned back, presenting herself to him completely. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him—her pink folds glistening with arousal, the clamps on her nipples adding a touch of kinkiness to the scene.

Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in and ran his tongue along her slit, savoring the taste of her. Giselle gasped, her hips bucking slightly as he explored her with his mouth. Kylian gripped her thighs tighter, holding her in place as he continued his assault.

He focused on her clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue, knowing exactly how to drive her wild. Giselle's moans filled the room, her hands fisting in his top as she held him against her.

Kylian's tongue delved deeper, penetrating her entrance and fucking her with long, drawn-out strokes. Giselle's legs trembled, her body tensing as he brought her closer to the edge. He could feel her walls tightening around his tongue, her essence coating his chin.

"Cum for me, Giselle," he commanded, his voice muffled against her pussy. "I want to taste your orgasm, and then I am going to train your ass for my cock."

Kylian's carnal words sent a chill through Giselle's entire being, her body responding instinctively to his dominant tone. The thought of him training her ass, preparing her for him, made her clench with anticipation.

"Yes, Kylian," she gasped, her hips grinding against his face as he continued to devour her. "I'm going to cum. Don't stop."

Kylian doubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster and harder against her clit. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them in a come hither motion that hit her G-spot perfectly. Giselle's back arched off the bed, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her orgasm crashed over her, the curve in her spine causing the clamps of her nipples to strain.

Waves of pleasure washed through her, her pussy spasming around Kylian's fingers as he pumped them in and out of her. He continued to lick, suck, and tongue, drawing out her orgasm until she was a trembling mess beneath him.

As Giselle came down from her high, Kylian stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes dark with lust, his cock straining against his pants.

"Roll over," he ordered his voice firm.

Kylian's eyes raked over Giselle's exposed form, his gaze lingering on the curve of her ass and the way the clamps pulled at her nipples. He reached out, his hand connecting with her flesh in a sharp slap that echoed through the room. Giselle gasped, her body jerking forward from the sudden impact.

"Such a beautiful body," Kylian murmured, his voice low and husky. "You're so responsive to my touch."

He slapped her ass again, harder this time, watching as the red handprint bloomed on her skin. Giselle bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as the pain morphed into pleasure, her pussy throbbing with need.

“Sit up and give me your mouth,” Kylian instructed hoarsely, reaching for the metal butt plug he had her choose earlier.

Giselle's body trembled as she slowly sat up, her movements hesitant and unsure. The clamps on her nipples pulled taut, sending jolts of sensation through her. She looked up at Kylian, her eyes wide and vulnerable yet filled with excitement.

Kylian's gaze softened slightly as he took in her expression, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. "You're doing so well, Giselle," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "Thank you for trusting me."

He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Giselle melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back fervently. Their tongues danced and tangled, the taste of her own arousal still lingering on Kylian's lips.

As they broke apart, Kylian held up the metal butt plug, letting it catch the light. “Spit on it,” he insisted, holding the toy to her lips.

Giselle hesitantly opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before she leaned forward and spat on the metal plug. The saliva coated the toy, making it slick and shiny. Kylian's eyes darkened with desire as he watched her, his gaze intense and commanding.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and approving. "Now, bend over the bed and spread your legs."

Giselle's heart raced as she complied, bending at the waist and placing her hands on the mattress. She spread her legs wide, feeling exposed and vulnerable but also incredibly turned on. The cool air hit her wet folds, making her shiver.

Kylian stepped behind her, his hand resting on the small of her back. He traced the curve of her ass, his fingers dipping between her cheeks to tease her hole. Giselle gasped, her body tensing instinctively.

Kylian's touch was gentle but firm as he circled her entrance with his finger, applying a light pressure that made Giselle's breath hitch. "Relax," he murmured, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on her lower back. "I'll take care of you."

Slowly, he pressed the tip of the plug against her hole, coating it with the saliva she had provided. Giselle felt a pang of nervousness and an overwhelming sense of trust in Kylian. She knew he would guide her through this, ensuring she enjoyed every moment.

Kylian began to push the plug in, inch by inch. Giselle's body resisted at first, but with each gentle thrust, she felt herself opening up to him. The metal was cold against her heated flesh, contrasting with the warmth of Kylian's hands.

As the widest part of the plug passed her entrance, Giselle let out a shuddering breath. Kylian paused, allowing her to adjust to the foreign sensation. "You're doing so well," he praised, his voice thick with arousal.

Giselle felt a surge of pride at Kylian's words, her confidence growing with each passing moment. She pushed back against the plug, taking it deeper into her body. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced—full, stretching, and incredibly intimate.

Kylian continued to praise her, his hands roaming over her back and ass as he slowly worked the plug in and out of her. "That's it, baby. Take it all," he encouraged, his voice husky and desireful. "You're going to look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your ass."

Giselle's pussy clenched at his words, a fresh wave of arousal coating her thighs. She could imagine the scene he described—her bent over, filled with his thick length as he pounded into her. The thought made her dizzy with need.

With a final thrust, Kylian seated the plug fully inside Giselle. She let out a low moan, her body trembling with a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort. Kylian gave her ass a gentle slap, the sound echoing through the room.

"There," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You're all ready for me now." He stepped back, admiring the sight of the plug nestled between her cheeks. "Stand up and turn around.“

Giselle slowly straightened, the plug shifting inside her and sending waves of sensation through her body. She turned to face Kylian, her eyelids heavy with desire. Her nipples were still clamped, the metal digging into her sensitive flesh and adding to the overwhelming stimulation.

Kylian's gaze raked over her, taking in every inch of her exposed, vulnerable body.

Kylian's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of Giselle, her body adorned with nipple clamps and the plug nestled between her cheeks. He reached out, his hand gripping her chin firmly as he tilted her head up to look at him.

"Tu es un spectacle à voir," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "So beautiful and obedient."

His other hand trailed down her body, his fingers ghosting over her collarbone and the swell of her breasts. He paused at the clamps, giving them a gentle tug that made Giselle gasp. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure mixed with pain straight to her core.

Despite the multiple sensations coursing through her, Giselle couldn't help but notice the bulge in Kylian's sweats, her mouth all but watering as thoughts of pleasuring him with her lips and tongue consumed her.

Her gaze was almost predatory, and she sunk onto her knees in front of him, her movements cautious to avoid aggravating the nipple clamps she wore.

Kylian's eyes flashed with surprise and desire as Giselle sank to her knees before him. He watched her with a heated gaze, his hand still gripping her chin possessively.

"You want to suck my cock?" he murmured, his voice low and dripping with lust. "You want to please me with your pretty little mouth."

Giselle nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She could see the outline of his erection straining against his sweats, and the sight made her mouth water with anticipation.

Kylian's other hand moved to the waistband of his sweats, slowly pushing them down to reveal his thick, hard cock. Giselle's breath caught in her throat at the sight of him, her eyes widening with a mix of awe and hunger.

He was perfect—long and thick, with a slight curve that never failed to hit all the right spots inside her.

A groan tore from Kylian's chest as Giselle pressed a kiss to the bulbous tip of his cock, humming at the taste of him.

Kylian's eyes fluttered shut as Giselle's warm breath ghosted over his sensitive flesh. He gripped her chin tighter, his thumb pressing against her bottom lip. "Open," he commanded, his voice strained with barely contained desire.

Giselle obediently parted her lips, her tongue darting out to lick a slow stripe up the underside of his shaft. Kylian hissed through his teeth, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Fuck, just like that," he groaned, his hand tangling in her hair.

She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth as she sank down inch by inch. Kylian's grip on her hair tightened, his fingers curling into her locks as he guided her head. "That's it, baby. Take it all."

Giselle relaxed her throat, allowing him to slide deeper until the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, her muscles contracting and massaging his length. Kylian let out a guttural moan, his head falling back as pleasure coursed through him.

The sight of Giselle on her knees, saliva meandering down her chest and dripping from the nipple clamps as she looked up at him.

Kylian's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto Giselle's as he pulled her off his cock. A smirk played on his lips as he watched her pant, her chest heaving with each breath. "Stand up," he ordered, his voice firm but gentle. "I want you on the bed, on your hands and knees."

Giselle nodded, her movements slightly unsteady as she rose to her feet. She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself as instructed. The plug in her ass shifted with the movement, reminding her of its presence and sending a shiver down her spine.

Kylian followed her, his eyes roaming over her body appreciatively. He crawled onto the bed behind her, his hands gripping her hips possessively. "You look so fucking sexy like this," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

His hands slid up her sides, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist and the dip of her lower back. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the base of her spine before trailing his lips along her back, his teeth grazing her skin gently.

Giselle arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. She felt Kylian's erection pressing against her thigh, hot and heavy. The anticipation was killing her, her body aching for him to fill her.

Kylian's hand slid between her legs, his fingers finding her clit and circling it slowly. Giselle gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. He chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her skin. "So, so responsive," he murmured.

His fingers continued their assault on her clit, his other hand reaching up to tug at the clamp on her nipple.

Giselle's body trembled with pleasure, her breath coming in short gasps as Kylian's fingers worked on her sensitive flesh. The clamp on her nipple sent jolts of pain and pleasure coursing through her, making her squirm with need.

"Kylian," she whimpered, her voice thick with desire. "Please... I need you inside me."

She pushed her hips back, grinding against his erection, desperate to feel him filling her up. The heat between her legs was unbearable, her core throbbing and aching to be stretched by his thick cock.

Kylian groaned, his fingers leaving her clit to grip her hips tightly.

Kylian's hands gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he positioned himself at her entrance. He teased her, the tip of his cock brushing against her wet folds, coating himself in her arousal. Giselle whimpered, her body trembling with need.

"Patience, ma chérie," Kylian murmured, his voice strained with barely contained desire. "I want to savor this."

He slowly pushed forward, his thick length stretching her as he filled her inch by inch. Giselle gasped, her head falling forward as she felt him slide deeper. The sensation was overwhelming—his size, the plug in her ass, the clamps on her nipples, all conspiring to drive her wild with pleasure.

Kylian paused when he was fully seated; his hips flush against her ass.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Kylian groaned, his voice low and husky. He stayed still for a moment, allowing Giselle to adjust to his size. His hands roamed over her back, his touch gentle and soothing.

Giselle's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort. She felt incredibly full, stretched to her limit by Kylian's thick cock and the plug in her ass. It was an intense sensation, one that left her feeling vulnerable and utterly at his mercy.

Slowly, Kylian began to move, his hips pulling back before thrusting forward again. His pace was steady and deliberate, each stroke hitting deep inside her and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Giselle moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly as she pushed back against him.

"That's it, baby," Kylian murmured, his voice encouraging as his eyes lowered to the anal plug nestled inside of her, preparing her body.

Kylian reached for the metal plug, slowly easing it out of Giselle, the sight of her usually tight and puckered asshole gaping for him almost sending him over the edge entirely.

Giselle gasped as Kylian slowly removed the plug, her body clenching around his thick cock in response. The sudden emptiness left her feeling hollow but also incredibly sensitive. She could feel every inch of him inside her, his length and girth stretching her in ways she had never experienced before.

"Fuck, look at you," Kylian groaned, his eyes glued to the sight of her exposed hole. "So beautiful and open for me." He tossed the plug aside, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to thrust harder and faster.

Giselle cried out, her body rocking forward with each powerful snap of Kylian's hips. The new angle allowed him to hit even deeper, his cock brushing against her cervix with every thrust.

Letting out a roar of a moan as he pulled himself from her, readying himself to claim her in a way he hadn't before, or rather anyone else.

Kylian's eyes were dark with lust as he positioned himself behind Giselle, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He could see her hole, stretched and gaping from the plug, and the sight made his cock throb with anticipation.

"Remember, breathe, and relax," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. He pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance, feeling the tight muscle resist at first. "Push back against me, baby."

Giselle nodded, taking a deep breath as she pushed her hips back. Kylian groaned as he felt her body yield, the head of his cock slipping inside. The sensation was incredible—tight, hot, and incredibly intense.

Slowly, he pushed forward, inch by inch, giving Giselle time to adjust to his size. Her body resisted at first, but with each gentle thrust, she felt herself opening up to him. The pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced—full, stretching, and incredibly intimate.

"You're mine," he growled possessively, his voice dripping with dominance. "Every inch of you belongs to me."

Kylian's thick length pressed against her back entrance, the sensation foreign yet thrilling. She felt a mix of nervousness and excitement as he began to push forward, his girth stretching her uncharted territory.

"Yes, Kylian," she breathed, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. "I'm yours. All yours."

As he sank deeper, Giselle focused on relaxing her muscles, allowing her body to accommodate his size. The pleasure was intense, bordering on pain, but she trusted Kylian completely. She knew he would care for her, guiding her through this new experience.

Kylian's hands gripped her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he slowly filled her. His breathing was ragged, and his control was evident in how he held himself back, allowing Giselle to adjust to his presence.

"You're doing so well, ma chérie," he praised, his voice strained with desire. "So tight and perfect."

Giselle moaned, her body trembling as Kylian bottomed out, his pelvis flush against her ass. She could feel every inch of him, his length and girth stretching her in ways she never thought possible.

As Kylian began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, Giselle's world shattered into a kaleidoscope of sensations. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, her body singing with a mix of pain and ecstasy.

"Fuck, Kylian," she gasped, her head falling forward as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. "It's... it's so much."

Kylian's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers leaving imprints on her skin. "Shh, I've got you," he murmured, his voice low and soothing despite the primal hunger in his eyes. "Just feel, ma chérie. Let yourself go."

His thrusts became more urgent, his hips rolling forward with increasing force. Giselle's body rocked with each impact, her breasts bouncing and the clamps on her nipples sending ripples of pain-infused pleasure through her.

As Kylian's fingers found Giselle's clit, she let out a loud moan, her body convulsing with pleasure. He rubbed the sensitive nub in tight circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, pushing Giselle closer and closer to the edge.

"Yes, Kylian! Right there!" she cried out, her voice hoarse and desperate. Her inner walls clamped down around him, squeezing his cock like a vice. Kylian groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his release.

"I'm going to cum," he growled, his fingers pressing harder against Giselle's clit. "Come with me, baby. Milk my cock with your tight little ass."

His words pushed Giselle over the precipice, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She screamed his name, her body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. Kylian followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her, filling her with his hot seed.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies entwined and covered in a sheen of sweat.

Kylian pulled Giselle into his arms, holding her close as they both struggled to catch their breath. He pressed kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips—soft, tender gestures that contrasted sharply with the intense passion of moments before.

"That was..." Giselle trailed off, her voice muffled against Kylian's chest. She nuzzled into him, savoring the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

Kylian smiled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. "You were amazing, ma chérie," he replied, his voice filled with admiration and affection. "I'm so proud of you for trusting me and letting me explore this with you."

“Anytime,” Giselle smirked as their eyes met, her cheeks flushed and body tingling as it tried to make sense of all the sensations she’d been made to feel.

“May I remove them?” Kylian asked softly as the tips of his fingers ghosted over her nipple.

Giselle nodded, her breath hitching slightly as Kylian's fingers brushed against the clamps. "Yes, please," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his.

Kylian gently removed the first clamp, his other hand cupping her breast softly. Giselle gasped as the blood rushed back into her nipple, the sensation a mix of relief and lingering pain. Kylian leaned down, his tongue flicking out to soothe the sensitive bud, drawing a moan from Giselle's lips.

He repeated the process with the other clamp, his touch tender and caring. Once both clamps were removed, Kylian pulled Giselle into his arms, holding her close as she shuddered against him.

"That was intense," Giselle murmured, her voice still breathless. She nuzzled into Kylian's chest, inhaling his scent deeply. "I never knew it could feel like that."

Kylian smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "There's so much more I want to explore with you, Giselle.”

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

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 17

Although Kylian and Giselle still chose to navigate the waters of their connection without a title, they acted just as any couple would.

After arriving in Paris the afternoon before, Kylian had Giselle accompany him as he sat in a Parisian hotel room and addressed the French media ahead of meeting his teammates for the national team in a few days' time.

Wherever he was, he wanted Giselle there, and wherever she was, that’s where he wanted to be.

Despite the lack of clarity over their situation, as they sat across from Elise and Juels, there was no denying that what they were currently in the midst of was, by definition, a double date.

While they addressed each other as ‘friends,’ the picture that Elise had taken revealed so much more than that, Kylian tucked his face into the crease of Giselle's neck, his lips curving into a smirk against her as she tucked under his stubbled chin, holding him in place as she bit her bottom lip, gazing into the camera.

“This picture is so sexy!” Elise gushed as she turned the screen toward Kylian and Giselle to show them the photograph. “If it gets posted on Instagram, I need photography credits.”

“Instagram is the very last place I want this picture to end up.” Giselle laughed as she took back her phone while Kylian kept his face tucked into her warm, fragrant neck.

Kylian wasn't just anybody. As humble and down to earth as he tried to remain to the world, he was more than just a man. With that ideology came the surveillance of his moves on and off the football pitch.

Giselle's heart fluttered as Kylian's breath tickled her neck, his stubble grazing her skin and sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, pressing against her most enticingly. The way he held her, possessive yet tender, made her feel cherished.

“How long are you guys going to lie?” Elise asked, making Juels laugh as they sat across from Kylian and Giselle.

“Lie about what?” Kylian asked, feigning innocence as he pulled away slightly to meet Giselle’s gaze. The playful glint in his eyes hinted at the undeniable chemistry swirling silently between them.

Elise rolled her eyes dramatically, her enthusiasm barely contained. “Come on! This is more than sex!” she said bluntly, her finger pointing back and forth between them, taking advantage of the fact that they were tucked away in a private room in one of the most renowned Italian restaurants in Paris.

Giselle swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as she felt the weight of Elise's words. The restaurant buzzed around them, but in that moment, it faded away, leaving only the tension hanging in the air between her and Kylian. They were 'friends'—that’s what they told themselves, yet the intimacy shared in the photograph spoke volumes that their lips had yet to utter.

"Kylian and I are just... close," Giselle replied, her voice steadier than she felt, yet she couldn't hide the warmth creeping up her neck.

“Close? Is that what you call it?” Elise asked, unable to contain her smirk.

Giselle met Kylian's gaze, and for a heartbeat, the world beyond their little bubble faded once more. His dark eyes sparkled with mischief, and the corners of his mouth quirked in a way that made her stomach flutter. “Yes, just close,” she repeated, but her voice wavered, betraying her uncertainty.

“Close,” Elise repeated, her response cut short as their waiters entered the room with their dishes in hand.

Kylian sat up, pulling his face from Giselle's neck as the door swung open. He placed his hand on her thigh as each of their meals was set down in front of them.

“We’re close,” he murmured into her ear as he reached for his fork, and the room fell into a comfortable silence as dinner got underway.

The aromas of pastas and sauces filled the air, but Giselle's attention was entirely focused on the warmth of Kylian’s hand on her thigh, the way his thumb gently caressed her skin, sending exhilarating sparks of electricity along her leg. She glanced at him sideways, and the way he caught her gaze sent her heart racing. There was an unspoken language between them, one that thrived in glances, brief touches, and the lingering intimacy of their shared moments.

As the conversation flowed around them, with Elise and Juels animatedly discussing their plans for the next day, Giselle barely heard a word. Instead, she was completely captivated by Kylian—his intense focus as he spoke, the way his lips curled into a smile, and the subtle confidence that radiated from him. Each time he squeezed her thigh slightly, she felt as though he was tethering her to him, grounding her amidst the chaos of the world outside.

“You should try this,” Kylian said, tilting his plate toward her. “It's good.”

Giselle looked down at the dish he was offering, but the warmth of his hand, lingering just above her knee, kept her captivated. “I’m sure it is, but I’m okay,” she blushed, aware of the fact she was being watched closely by their friends.

“Giselle, I asked you a question,” Elise teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t think you can ignore me just because you’re lost in Kylian’s eyes.”

Kylian chuckled, his gaze flicking between Giselle and Elise, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Are you lost in my eyes?” he teased.

Giselle felt her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink as Kylian's words hung in the air, his playful tone sending a shiver down her spine. She glanced away, trying to hide her smile, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her amusement.

"I am not," she laughed, her voice slightly breathy. But the smile on her face gave her away, and the warmth from Kylian's hand on her thigh felt like a gentle flame that threatened to ignite.

“Oh, please,” Elise scoffed, dramatically rolling her eyes. “You are, and that's okay,” she winked teasingly, picking up her glass of wine and bringing it to her lips.

“Are you excited to be back with Le blues?” Juels asked Kylian, a knowing smirk on his face as he purposefully took the reigns from his fiance and changed the topic of conversation.

Kylian had been away from International duties for the better part of a year, during which time he had been shrouded in speculation and criticism. His return to the team was one that had been anticipated for months, and while Juels was excited as a fan and as a friend, he cared so much more about Kylian as a person.

Juels and Kylian had met in their teen years and been good friends ever since, as adults they were business partners and occasionally butted heads over their ambitions, but their bond always remained strong.

“Excited? Definitely,” Kylian replied, with a hint of seriousness that contrasted the lighthearted banter swirling around the table. “It feels good to finally be back home playing for my country.”

Giselle admired the passion in his eyes as he spoke of his love for football, a fire that always drew her closer to him.

As she sat and watched Kylian, Elise sat silently watching her. The way her friend's eyes sparkled with admiration for Kylian was unmistakable.

Once dinner ended, the atmosphere in the room shifted, noticeably more relaxed, as the plates were cleared away and laughter bubbled back to the surface. The intimate setting of the restaurant, with dim lights casting a warm glow around the table, added an undeniable layer of charm to the evening.

Elise leaned in closer to Juels, clearly pleased by the chemistry unfolding before her eyes, while Kylian and Giselle shared fleeting glances that spoke volumes.

“Are you guys still coming out with us?” she asked, her voice laced with excitement.

Kylian gave a slight nod, his gaze shifting from Giselle to Elise. "Of course, we wouldn't miss it," he said smoothly, his voice low and rich.

"Good," Elise replied, her enthusiasm palpable.

After dinner, they had made plans to stop by a party being held by a mutual friend, but after watching Giselle and Kylian hold back from one another for the entire evening, she felt the need to confirm their attendance.

As they left the restaurant, the cool Parisian air wrapped around them. The streets were alive with the hum of laughter and everyday life as they quickly made their way into the awaiting chauffeur-driven car.

Their evening so far had been nothing short of amazing, but much like most good things, it had to end.

Rosalie didn't hate Kylian, but to see him out in the open with a woman that wasn't her was bruising to the ego.

Kylian met her at a peculiar time in her life. She was confused about where her marriage was heading, and that confusion led her to make a decision that cost her everything.

Upon entering into an affair with Kylian, who still played football in Paris at the time, she minised her marriage and reduced it to nothing more than a situation she wanted out of.

However, when her husband came to realize he was being cheated on, it was he who filed for custody of their two younger daughters and subsequently divorced the ex-model.

Rosalie kept a low profile as she sat and drank alone in the upscale Parisian bar; however, when she saw that the woman Kylian had arrived with parted from their group and headed toward the bathroom, she took her chance to strike.

She didn't know what she was going to say to the young woman whose striking features felt oddly familiar, but she felt venomous as she trailed behind her into the bathroom and waited patiently as she used the toilet.

As Giselle finished her business and exited the stall, she was momentarily startled to find Rosalie waiting for her, leaning casually against the sink as if she belonged there. The tension in the air was thick, charged with an unspoken animosity that sent a chill down Giselle's spine.

“Kylian is an interesting man,” Rosalie said, her voice smooth but laced with a barely concealed edge. There was a glimmer in her eye that made Giselle feel like prey, and she instinctively straightened her posture.

Giselle swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. "Excuse me?”

Rosalie smirked as she took a step closer, the echo of her heels on the marble floor slicing through the silence. “Kylian…that is who you are here with, right?”

“That is none of your concern,” Giselle replied, her voice firmer than she felt, strengthen by the protective instinct that flared within her. Her heart raced, a mix of adrenaline and uncertainty coursing through her veins.

“Oh, but it is,” Rosalie said, that infuriating smirk never leaving her lips as she leaned against the sink with an air of easy confidence. “Consider me a voice of reason.”

“I don't even know who you are,” Giselle countered, her voice trembling slightly despite her effort to stay composed.

Rosalie chuckled, an almost melodic sound that carried an undercurrent of disdain. "You will come to know me soon enough. I've had my share of Kylian’s time, and trust me, he can be quite... charming, but there’s more to him than meets the eye."

“You are not special; you are new and pretty. It won't be long before you're just another girl who thought she was the one.” Rosalie spat.

“Are you speaking from experience?” Giselle asked, her voice soft despite the metaphorical bite it held in its depths.

“I'm speaking as the woman whose marriage he ruined,” Rosalie retorted, her eyes flashing with anger and betrayal. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the dimly lit room, and Giselle could feel the tension crackling between them.

“Is that why you’re so hostile?” Giselle pressed, taking a step closer, her heart racing. “Because you feel threatened?”

Rosalie scoffed, crossing her arms defensively. “Threatened? Hardly. I'm simply trying to protect you from making the same mistakes I did. He loves the chase, sweetling. Once the thrill fades, you’ll be just another trophy in his collection.”

Giselle tilted her head, studying Rosalie's face for signs of pain masked by bravado. “And what do you want? To save me from heartbreak or drag me down with you?”

Rosalie's frown deepened, the vulnerability in her eyes betraying the hard exterior she had built. “I want you to see him for who he is. He isn’t charm and passion; he’s a storm that leaves destruction in his wake.”

The air between them simmered as Giselle felt a strange knot of sympathy and defiance forming in her stomach.

“What makes you so sure?” Giselle challenged, her voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions swirling within her.

“Because if this relationship between you and Kylian happens to be more than two weeks old, he's been fucking both of us,” Rosalie's words hung in the air, heavy with accusations that felt sharp enough to cut through the tension. Giselle's breath caught in her throat as the realization began to seep in, staining the vibrant emotions she had built so carefully around the whirlwind that was Kylian.

“Don’t act naive,” Rosalie continued, her tone shifting from bitter to almost pleading. “He’s a man who thrives on attention, on the thrill of new affection. You’re just a new flavor, that’s all.”

Giselle’s heart raced, a mix of anger and disbelief coursing through her veins. “You don’t know that. You’re just projecting your pain onto me.”

“No,” Rosalie snapped, her voice sharp. “I know him. We don’t just fall for him; we become part of his game. The moment he sees us losing interest, he moves on. He feeds off our emotions, a collector of hearts. And when he’s done? He leaves us shattered.”

Giselle swallowed hard, her heart pounding as Rosalie's words sliced through her bravado like a knife. She had been swept away by Kylian's charm, entranced by the way he made her feel—alive, desired, and unique. But now, in the flickering candlelight, doubt crept in, whispering its cold truths.

“Why should I believe you?” Giselle challenged, though the confidence in her voice quivered. “How do I know you aren't just bitter, trying to sabotage what I have?”

Rosalie stepped forward, her intensity palpable, her vulnerability now bare. “Because I’ve been where you are. I was the pliable one, thinking I could change him, thinking I could be what he needed. I wanted to believe the fairytale he spun—a lover who was solely mine. But the truth is, Kylian sings the same shit to every girl he lays his eyes on.”

“You are not special, and Kylian will never care about anyone more than he cares about himself,” she continued, watching as the confidence Giselle once wore began to crumble as her words took effect.

The room felt smaller, the air thick with the weight of Rosalie's revelations. Giselle's heart raced, caught in a tempest of confusion and intrigue—cheap fireworks that sparkled brightly momentarily before leaving only smoke in their wake. Her mind flickered to Kylian's laugh, the way he had leaned in close to whisper secrets that felt only for her. Was it all part of the act?

“I wanted to be special, too,” Rosalie continued, her voice softer now as she stared at the flickering candle flame, the soft glow reflecting the storm in her own eyes. “I wanted him to choose me, to be the one he’d fight for. But the deeper I fell, the more lost I became in his shadow. It was intoxicating, yes, but it always left me craving more—more affection, more validation, more everything… until it was too late.”

Giselle hesitated. The warmth that Kylian had wrapped around her was beginning to feel like chains instead of a comforting hug. “But what if he’s different with me?” she asked, her tone now uncertain, a sliver of hope battling the creeping doubt.

Rosalie’s gaze snapped back to Giselle, fierce and unyielding. “That’s the illusion he creates. He makes you believe that there’s a spark, that you’re the one who ignites his fire. But that fire is just for show—it’s never about you. It’s about him, about the thrill of being desired and the rush of seduction.”

Giselle’s heart fluttered in her chest, her hands growing clammy as her eyes prickled with tears. This was it, the other shoe she had been waiting with bated breath to drop.

Kylian was too good to be true.

The bathroom door pushed open to reveal Elise, the smile dropping from her face as she walked into the midst of Rosalie’s confession.

As someone who knew the ins and outs of the city’s in-crowd, Elise knew of Rosalie’s previous fling with Kylian and the mess that had followed. The air was thick with unspoken words, and her instinct was to pull back, to avert her gaze from the brewing confrontation, but she pressed on, knowing she couldn't ignore the storm that swirled before her.

“Is there trouble?” Elise asked lightly, though her eyes darted between Rosalie's fierce stance and Giselle’s pale face, recognizing a pivotal moment unfolding.

Rosalie’s expression softened slightly, her defensiveness ebbing as she crossed arms over her chest, revealing a hint of vulnerability in her posture. “Just a little reality check,” she replied, her voice steady but weary. “Giselle is under the impression that Kylian is something special.”

Elise’s brows knit together. “And you’re trying to convince her otherwise?”

“I’m trying to save her heart,” Rosalie shot back, the intensity still present but now laced with a touch of desperation. “You know how he is, Elise. You’ve seen it. He charms every girl and leaves them shattered. I don’t want that for her.”

“Rosalie, stop!” Elise interrupted, her tone sharp.

“Elise, it's fine. I just want to leave.” Giselle interjected softly, her voice quaking with uncertainty. The weight of the conversation hung heavy in the room, and she felt her resolve crumbling under the harsh light of Rosalie’s revelations and Elise’s concerned gaze.

“No, you shouldn’t go,” Elise insisted, stepping forward into the charged atmosphere. “Please, Giselle. Let me get Kylian; you should hear his side of things.”

“Elise, please. I don't want to hear anything; I just need to leave,” Giselle said, willing herself not to crack in the presence of Kylian’s past.

She had no fight left in her, not enough to continue arguing with Rosalie or even hearing what Kylian had to say for himself. She wanted out.

“Elise, this isn’t just some misunderstanding,” Rosalie’s voice carried an edge, a fierce protectiveness that bristled in the air. “This is about knowing the truth. She deserves to make an informed choice about Kylian, not fall for the same trap I did.”

Giselle could feel the tightness in her throat, a mixture of shame and confusion tugging at her insides. She had been enchanted, caught in a whirlwind of fleeting moments and intoxicating feelings, but now the fantasy felt as fragile as glass.

“Shut the fuck up!” Elise roared, her voice laced with anger; taking Giselle’s hand into hers, she led her out of the bathroom and towards the exit of the private bar, using her free hand to order a cab.

Back inside, feeling triumphant with her handy work, Rosalie made her way to the bar to order herself a glass of wine before going in search of Kylian, who was blissfully unaware of the chaos that had just erupted in the private bar.

As Rosalie sipped from her glass, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of satisfaction. In truth, she hadn't seen or heard from Kylian in months, not after her divorce was finalized or her ex-husband kicked her out of their family home.

But seeing him with someone he so clearly claimed conjured something sinister inside her.

Rosalie's lips twisted into a smirk as she twirled the deep red wine around her glass and approached an unsuspecting Kylian, who stood with his back to her.

“Hey there, Kylian,” she called out, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. He turned at the sound, his charming smile instantly brightening his chiseled features.

“Rosalie,” he greeted, feigning surprise. “It’s been a while.” His tone was light, casual, completely unsuspecting, masking the tension in the air.

She stepped closer, relishing the way he flinched at the sight of her. “Has it? I suppose you’ve been too busy charming the next unsuspecting girl to notice.”

The neutral expression Kylian wore quicky transformed into a look of worry as he glanced around the room failing to see Giselle among the rest of the guest.

“What did you do?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave as concern edged into his features. The playful demeanor he wore melted away under the weight of Rosalie's accusatory gaze.

“What do you think I did, Kylian?” she challenged, stepping closer until the warmth of their bodies almost touched. “I just gave her a little reality check. You know, a warning about your charming ways and your marvelous knack for collecting hearts.”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” he replied, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes.

“You were able to put fucking someone's wife and ruining their marriage out of your mind so quickly?” she asked growing offended.

Without another word, Kylian roughly took hold of Rosalie’s wrist, briskly walking into the hallway where a dim light flickered overhead, creating an almost surreal ambiance. The chatter from the private bar faded into the background as they stepped away from the prying ears.

“Let go of me,” Rosalie snapped, pulling against his grip, but he tightened his hold.

“You need to listen,” he insisted, his voice low and urgent, a stark contrast to the light banter they once shared. “You don’t understand what you’re doing.”

“Oh, I understand perfectly,” she shot back with a fierce glare. “I’m exposing the truth. You’ve played your games for long enough, Kylian. It’s time someone stood up to you.”

“Is that what you think this is?” he asked incredulously, his eyes narrowing. “A game? Rosalie, you were fucking me while you had a husband and children at home,” Kylian spat. “The commitment you believe I owe you is what you should have given to your husband.”

“How dare you!” Rosalie shouted her face red with a mixture of hurt and embarrassment she had ultimately brought.

Kylian's eyes narrowed as he listened to Rosalie's outburst. He stepped closer, his voice low and menacing. "How dare I? How dare you, you fucking hypocrite. You're the one who was riding my cock while your husband and kids were at home. You're the one who broke your vows, not me."

He stepped towards her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. "You think you deserve my commitment? After everything you've done? Do you think I’d choose you over Giselle or anyone else? A woman who was willing to break her vows without thinking about her family.”

Kylian knew he was cutting into Rosalie; he knew his words were harsh, but Rosalie’s feelings didn't matter, especially not when she had caused the current rift between him and Giselle intentionally because of her own bitterness.

Rosalie's eyes welled up with tears as Kylian's harsh words sank in. She tried to pull away from his grip, but he held firm. "Please, Kylian," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you or Giselle. I was just... angry."

Kylian scoffed, releasing her chin and taking a step back. "Angry? You think anger gives you the right to interfere in my life? To try and manipulate Giselle?" He shook his head in disgust. "You're pathetic, Rosalie. I never took you for someone who'd stoop so low."

With that, Kylian turned on his heel and left Rosalie alone in the vacant hallway. He then made his way back into the lounge, where everyone else congregated, completely unaware of the tension.

“Elise took Giselle home with her,” Juels explained to Kylian. “She sent me a message,” he continued.

Kylian's jaw clenched as he listened to Juels, his fists balling at his sides. Giselle had left without even speaking to him. Without giving him a chance to explain or defend himself against Rosalie's lies. The thought of her hurting and blaming him made his chest ache.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He needed to talk to Giselle, to make her understand the truth. But he knew Elise wouldn't let him near her in this state.

"Juels," Kylian said, his voice low and urgent. "I need you to take me to her. I have to talk to Giselle tonight."

Juels hesitated, glancing around the room nervously. "Kylian, man, I don't know if that's a good idea. Giselle... she's really upset."

"I don't give a fuck," Kylian snapped, his patience wearing thin. "I need to see her.”

He felt panicked as he stood in the bar, the low murmur of voices and clinking glasses doing nothing to calm his racing heart. Across the room, Rosalie quickly made her way toward the bar's exit, her face reddened from the tears she’d shed as a result of Kylian's harsh words.

Kylian's heart raced as he watched Rosalie leave, her shoulders slumped in defeat. He knew his words had been harsh, but the thought of Giselle believing those lies made his blood boil. Without hesitation, he turned to Juels, his eyes blazing with determination.

"Let's go," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Juels sighed, knowing there was no stopping Kylian when he was like this. "Alright, alright. But you have to promise me you'll keep your cool, okay? The last thing you guys need is more drama."

Kylian nodded, his jaw clenched tight. He knew Juels was right, but the thought of seeing Giselle hurt and confused made it difficult to reign in his emotions.

With a curt nod, Kylian followed Juels out of the bar and into the cool night air. The streets were quiet, the only sound being the distant hum of traffic. As they walked, Kylian's mind raced, replaying the events of the evening and trying to formulate a plan to win Giselle back.

"She's staying at Elise's place tonight," Juels said, breaking the silence.

Kylian nodded, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of his stomach. What if Giselle refused to see him? What if she believed everything Rosalie had said? He didn't even know what Rosalie had said.

As they reached Juels' car, Kylian hesitated before getting in. "Thanks, man," he said, his voice barely audible. "I owe you one."

Juels clapped him on the shoulder, offering a small smile. "Just don't fuck it up, okay? Giselle is a great girl."

“The most perfect,” Kylian corrected.

“My Elise holds that title; that's why she is my fiance,” Juels grinned, teasingly nudging Kylian as they settled into the car. The banter did little to lift the heaviness in Kylian's heart, but he appreciated Juels' attempt to ease the tension.

The drive felt like an eternity, each minute stretching longer than the last. Kylian's mind raced with thoughts of Giselle—the way her laughter lit up the room, her hand felt in his, and how she looked at him like he was the only person who mattered in the world. He couldn't bear losing her to Rosalie's manipulative schemes.

As they pulled up to Elise's parents’ house, Kylian's heart started pounding in his chest. ”You’ve got this," Juels offered, sensing Kylian's apprehension.

Kylian nodded, pushing open the car door and stepping out into the cool night air. He took a deep breath, grounding himself before making his way up to the door. The soft glow of lights from the windows cast long shadows across the hallway, amplifying the sense of urgency coursing through him.

He knocked softly at Elise's door, his heart racing as he waited for a response. The door swung open to reveal Elise, her expression a mixture of concern and tiredness.

"Kylian," she said, her voice tinged with worry. "What are you doing here? Giselle wants a little space.”

With a deep breath, Kylian forced himself to remain calm. “I know. But I need to talk to her. Please, just give me a minute.”

Elise narrowed her eyes, weighing her options. “She’s upset, Kylian. The things Rosalie said—”

“I know,” he interrupted, his voice steady and firm. “That’s why I need to talk to her. To explain... everything.”

After a moment's hesitation, Elise sighed and stepped aside. “Alright, fine. Fix it.”

Kylian stepped into the familiar house, his heart racing as he made his way toward the living room. The sight of Giselle sitting on the couch, the dress she wore earlier that evening was replaced by an oversized hoodie and leggings.

The truth with Rosalie was that he had, in fact, slept with her while she was married, but based on what she told him, her marriage had been over for a while with only pieces of paper binding her to her husband legally.

He had heard about her divorce months after their fling had fizzled out, and while he felt bad, he had done nothing wrong in the situation aside from trusting Rosalie.

Kylian explained everything to Giselle, his voice low and unsteady as he recounted his past with Rosalie. Each word was carved with honesty and regret as he stood before her, feeling the weight of each revelation pressing down on him.

“I didn’t know she was married at first,” he began, his gaze locked onto hers, searching for understanding. “When we were together, it felt normal, but I didn’t know the extent of what was happening in her life. By the time I found out, things had already stopped between us. It wasn’t until I saw the fallout—the damage she had caused—that I realized who she really was.”

Giselle remained silent, her eyes mirroring the conflict raging within her. She was torn between the hurtful things Rosalie said and Kylian’s earnestness.

“I care about you, Giselle,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion. “I would never compromise what we have. I would never do anything to hurt you. It… it kills me to think you might believe her.”

Kylian took a tentative step closer, his heart pounding as he reached out to touch her arm. “I don’t want to lose you. You’re not just another name on a list for me; you mean so much more than that.”

“Kylian, I'm scared,” Giselle confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in her eyes cut through him like glass, unveiling the turmoil that had taken root in her heart ever since Rosalie's stormy revelations.

“I get it,” he replied, his thumb brushing over her skin, an anchor in the tempest. “Everything you’re feeling is valid. But please, believe me when I say she’s not the truth—I am. What I feel for you... it’s real, and I’m here, willing to fight for us.”

“Is it?” she challenged, the slight tremor in her voice betraying her strength as she searched his gaze for the answers she desperately sought. “How can I be sure that we won’t end up hurting?”

He took a breath, determined to bridge the chasm between them. “Because all I want to do is make you happy, Giselle.”

He moved closer, the space between them charged with emotion, a palpable tension hovering like a whisper in the dim light. "I want to show you the kind of respect and admiration you've never known—the kind that doesn’t take from you. What Rosalie said tonight isn't true. Please allow me to show you that.”

Giselle believed him, but the ugly little fears that swirled in the back of her mind made her second-guess her instincts. “What if it doesn’t work?” she murmured, the vulnerability in her voice causing Kylian's chest to tighten.

“I can’t predict the future,” Kylian answered, earnestness painted across his features, “but I can promise to be transparent and genuine. I don’t want to just fade into another fleeting moment of desire—I want a connection that can withstand whatever storms might come our way.”

Giselle searched Kylian's face, looking for signs of deceit, but all she found was unwavering determination. The remnants of doubt began to dissipate, leaving behind a flicker of hope. Kylian stepped closer, his presence enveloping her in warmth and comfort.

“I confess that I’ve made mistakes,” he continued, the weight of his words hanging heavily between them. “But I’ve learned from them. From Rosalie, from my past. I know who I want—who I need—and that’s you. I’m here to prove that to you.”

The distance between them was reduced to mere inches as Kylian's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes deep and searching. “Let me show you,” he whispered, closing the gap between them as he brushed his lips against hers, the touch soft yet electrifying, igniting a spark that sent shivers racing down her spine.

Giselle responded instinctively, melting into the kiss, her heart racing as she battled the remnants of confusion lingering in her mind. In that moment, everything else faded away—the doubts, the fears, and the echoes of Rosalie’s accusations vanished, leaving only the two of them wrapped in warmth and desire.

Kylian’s hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, transforming from tentative exploration to a passionate embrace. She tasted the mixture of urgency and sincerity on his lips, a promise in every brushed caress that he would always choose her above the rest.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless and wide-eyed, Giselle's heart raced with uncertainty and exhilaration. “What now?” she asked, her voice a mix of hope and caution.

“Now,” Kylian replied, his voice a low rumble, “we take it one day at a time. We talk, we build trust, and we don’t let the past define what we can become together.”

Her heart swelled at his words, the possibility of a future—albeit uncertain but filled with hope—sparking a warmth in her chest. “Do you want this?” she asked, seeking reassurance in the depths of his unwavering gaze.

“I want this,” Kylian replied, his sincerity radiating through the warmth of his gaze. “I’ve never wanted something so much before.”

A mixture of apprehension and excitement danced in Giselle’s chest, thrilling and terrifying her all at once. The ghosts of Rosalie’s warnings still lingered in the corners of her mind, but Kylian’s unwavering presence came above all else, soothing the doubts that had threatened to overwhelm her.

“Okay,” she breathed, her heart pounding as if eager to embrace this leap of faith. “Let’s start fresh. No secrets, no past… just us.”

“Just us,” he echoed, his voice imbued with a promise as he cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing her jawline tenderly.

Kylian leaned in, capturing her lips once again. The kiss igniting yet another spark of undeniable chemistry rolled through her like a wildfire. This time, it felt different—not just a rush of passion but a grounding, building connection. Every brush of his lips against hers sent shivers dancing down her spine, awakening something deep within her she hadn't realized was waiting to be touched.

She surrendered to him willingly, leaning into his frame, feeling safe in his arms as their mouths moved in synchrony—a rhythm that felt both familiar and exhilarating. The doubts began to disperse like mist in the sun, leaving clarity in its wake. With Kylian, she felt alive, seen, and wanted in a way that transcended the superficiality of ephemeral connections.

“Are you spending the night here, or coming home with me?” Kylian asked as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her forehead as her hands slipped beneath his sweater.

Giselle met his gaze, searching for any flicker of deceit, but all she found was a deep yearning mirrored in his eyes, an intensity that swept away the last remnants of her doubt. “I… I want to be with you,” she confessed.

Kylian's expression softened, his eyes lighting up with a mixture of hope and excitement. “Then let’s do this,” he said, his voice deep and reassuring. He leaned down, capturing her lips again in a sweet kiss that promised new beginnings.

With a gentle tug, he led her toward the door, their fingers intertwined.

“Kylian, I need to get my dress and heels,” Giselle reminded him, glancing back towards the living room where her belongings lay strewn across a couch, remnants of a night that had unexpectedly turned tumultuous.

"Don't worry about that right now," he urged, pulling her closer to his side.

Giselle’s heart fluttered at his words, the mixture of possessiveness and tenderness sending shivers down her spine. But a part of her felt heavy with practicality. “But my things—"

"We'll get everything you want later," Kylian assured her, his voice low and coaxing like honey. "Tonight, it’s just about us. No distractions, no ghosts of the past lurking around. Just us, making our own memories."

She could feel the warmth radiating from him, a comforting presence that wrapped around her like a soft blanket; the chaos of the evening receded into the background.

Kylian led Giselle into the other room where Elise and Juels sat, waiting on the outcome of their conversation, observing the closeness of their bodies and the fact that they were hand in hand.

“All good?” she smiled, holding up her thumbs to them.

“All good,” Giselle confirmed as Kylian pulled her body against his, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as he stood behind her.

“Juels and I were thinking, when Kylian is done with international duty, we should all go and spend a few days at my grandparent's house in Nantes; we are thinking about hosting the wedding there,” Elise explained.

Giselle's heart swelled at the thought of spending time away from the chaos, nestled in the serenity of Elise's grandparent's house. It presented an escape, a chance to escape the tension that lingered in the air and to focus on forging new memories with Kylian.

"That sounds amazing," she said, her voice brightening. “I could use a getaway, and I’m sure Kylian would enjoy it too."

Kylian's grip around her tightened as he leaned down, pressing a light kiss against her temple. “I’d love to be somewhere relaxing with you, away from all the drama,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin, igniting a flurry of butterflies in her stomach.

Elise raised an eyebrow playfully, clearly noticing the chemistry between them. "I promise it will be a drama-free zone.”

Kylian chuckled, his gaze dancing between Elise and Giselle, his lips curving into a playful grin. "Well, how much drama could we avoid with you two around?"

“Oh, please,” Elise said, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. “You are the most dramatic of us all, Kylian.”

The air between Giselle and Kylian held a different kind of tension as they left Elise and Juels. They wanted to be as close as possible despite being in the presence of Kylian's driver.

His hand rested firmly on her backside as she tucked her face beneath his chin, pressing soft kisses against the column of her throat as they drove through the empty streets of Paris.

“I only want you,” Kylian whispered into her ear as his grip on her ass tightened slightly, sending a ripple of desire through her. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

Giselle could feel his warm breath against her skin, and her heart fluttered at his words. She had never imagined this whirlwind romance could lead to something so profound. "I want you, too," she whispered back, relishing the way he made her feel—desired, cherished, and safe.

When Kylian arrived at his house, he wasted no time. He freed Giselle of the clothes she wore before ushering her into the steamy confines of the shower.

They kissed hungrily as the water cascaded down, a curtain of warmth enveloping them. The sound of the water echoed around them, mixing with their soft moans as they melted into the embrace, the world outside forgotten.

Giselle gasped as Kylian's hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every dip, with a reverent touch that ignited her senses. He pressed her back against the cool tile wall, the contrast of temperatures sending shivers racing through her. “You’re stunning,” he murmured against her lips, his voice deep and husky, as he captured her mouth once more.

Giselle could hardly think straight under the pleasurable assault of his kisses, but the heat building between them was undeniable. As they tangled together, the water slicked their skin, making every touch feel electric. She arched against him, her body responding to his every caress.

Kylian’s hands slipped lower, tracing the curve of her waist, thumbs dancing along the small of her back, trailing lightly until they reached her thighs. "I have wanted you from the beginning," he breathed, his eyes dark with primal need as he met her gaze.

“You have me,” she whispered against his lips before carefully lowing onto her knees, fully submitting to his every desire as his cock hung heavily before her.

Kylian's breath hitched as Giselle's lips parted, her tongue darting out to taste him. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down his spine and causing his grip on her hair to tighten. "Fuck, Giselle," he groaned, his head falling back against the shower wall as she took him deeper.

She moved slowly at first, savoring the feel of him against her tongue, the weight of him filling her mouth. Kylian's hips jerked forward involuntarily, seeking more of her warmth. Giselle responded by taking him deeper, her hands gripping his thighs for support as she began to set a rhythm.

The sight of her on her knees, water dripping down her face and body, was almost too much for Kylian to bear. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she pleasured him. "That's it, baby," he urged, his voice strained with pleasure. "Just like that."

Kylian let out a growl as he rolled his hips into Giselle's mouth, his fingers moving her her hair to slot between hers as he pinned her arms above her head, utterly lust-drunk as she took him into her throat.

Giselle's eyes watered as Kylian's cock hit the back of her throat, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she relaxed her jaw and breathed through her nose, taking him even deeper. The sound of his grunts and moans echoed off the tile walls, spurring her on as she bobbed her head, taking him in and out of her mouth with practiced ease.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," Kylian groaned, his hips thrusting shallowly as he fought the urge to fuck her face. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as Giselle's tongue swirled around his shaft.

She could taste the slight saltiness of his precum on her tongue, and it only served to heighten her arousal. She could feel her own arousal dripping down her thighs, the heat between her legs building with each passing second.

As Kylian's grip on Giselle's hair tightened, he felt the familiar tightening in his core, signaling his impending release. "I'm gonna cum," he growled through gritted teeth, giving her one last chance to pull away if she wanted to.

But Giselle didn't, she looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes filled with a devicive mixture of lust and desire, silently urging him to let go. With a final, desperate moan, Kylian's hips jerked forward as he exploded in her mouth, his hot seed filling her mouth and dripping down her chin.

Giselle swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste of him as she gently milked his cock with her lips and tongue, drawing out his pleasure. When he finally pulled back, panting and sated, she licked her lips clean before rising to her feet.

Kylian's chest heaved as he caught his breath, his eyes dark and heavylidded as he gazed down at Giselle. He pulled her flush against him, his hands roaming her curves possessively. "You're incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "I don't think I've ever wanted anyone as much as I want you."

Giselle shivered at his words, her body still tingling from the aftermath of their encounter. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself closer to him. "I want you too," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "More than anything."

Kylian's hands slid down to her ass, squeezing the firm flesh as he lifted her up. Giselle wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt his hard length pressing against her core. "Let's continue this in the bedroom," he suggested, his voice low and commanding.

Giselle nodded, her fingers gripping his wet,

muscular flesh as he carried her out of the shower and into the adjoining bedroom.

Kylian laid Giselle down on the plush bed, his body covering hers as he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. His hands explored her body, caressing every inch of her soft skin as if committing it to memory. Giselle arched into his touch, her own hands roaming over the hard planes of his chest and back.

"Kylian," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. "Please..."

He smiled against her lips, his fingers trailing down her stomach and slipping between her thighs. Giselle gasped as he found her center, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. "Please what, ma chérie?" he murmured, his fingers circling her clit teasingly.

"I need you," she pleaded, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking more of his touch. "Inside me. Now."

Kylian let out a grunt, his control snapping at her words. He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, filling her completely.

“So perfect,” Kylian groaned as their eyes met.

Giselle let out a cry of pleasure as Kylian entered her, her nails digging into his back. He felt incredible, stretching her, filling her in a way no one else ever had. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

Kylian began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as he thrust into her. The sensation was overwhelming, each movement sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect sync.

"So tight," Kylian gasped, his forehead pressing against hers. "You feel so fucking good, Giselle."

His words spurred her on, and she tightened her legs around him, pulling him even closer. "Harder," she demanded, her voice breathless. "Fuck me harder, Kylian I'm yours."

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire at Giselle's words, a primal growl rumbling in his chest. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to pound into her with increased fervor. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their moans and cries of pleasure.

"Yes, fuck, you're mine," Kylian snarled, his voice strained with exertion and passion. "Say it again, Giselle. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," Giselle cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Only yours, Kylian."

Her words seemed to unleash something within him, and he redoubled his efforts, his hips moving at a frenzied pace.

Giselle could feel the pressure of his thrusts in her stomach, as their eyes met and her jaw went slack. Kylian was all-comsuming as she loved every second of it. Her body was his to ruin.

A mixture of their arousal gathered on root of Kylian's cock as he fucked Giselle, her breathy moans urging him on, a sweet confirmation of how deeply she felt every thrust. The intensity swelled between them, every movement igniting a flame that burned hotter than anything either of them had ever known.

Giselle’s back arched as he hit that perfect spot deep inside her, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. “Kylian!” she gasped, her fingers clutching at the sheets, feeling the tension building within her.

“Let go for me, baby,” he urged, his voice low and gravelly as he quickened his pace. The rhythm of their bodies became a symphony of passion, a melody that echoed throughout the room, drowning out the outside world.

“I’m so close,” Giselle whispered, her breath coming in desperate gasps as she neared the edge. Kylian’s grip on her hips tightened, his pace relentless as he drove her closer to her climax.

“Just a little more,” he coaxed, his eyes dark with desire as he leaned down to capture her lips once more. The kiss was deep and hungry, a connection that sent shivers of electricity racing between them.

With each thrust, Kylian pushed her higher, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they chased the same goal. “Look into my eyes as you cum for me,” he murmured against her lips, his breath hot against her skin.

Giselle felt the heat pooling in her core, swirling like a tempest as Kylian’s words sank deep into her mind. She locked her gaze onto his, the intensity of his dark eyes igniting a fire within her. The world outside faded away; all that mattered was the two of them, entwined in this moment of raw passion.

“Now, Giselle,” Kylian urged, his voice a thick whisper as he drove into her with fervor. The sensation was overwhelming, the friction sending shockwaves through her body.

With a final thrust, the pressure inside her shattered like glass, sending her spiraling into ecstasy. “Kylian!” she cried, her voice breaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Every nerve in her body tingled, electrified by the intensity of her release.

As her orgasm crashed over her, she felt Kylian’s movements grow frantic, his own release imminent. Just as the aftershocks of her pleasure began to wane, Kylian found his climax, the warmth of his release filling her—a contrast that sent her spiraling back into bliss.

“Giselle!” he groaned, his fingers digging into her flesh as their bodies connected in a primal celebration of desire. The room was filled with the sounds of their labored breaths, the slickness of their bodies against one another testament to their shared passion.

They froze in that moment, lost in the connection that bound them together, both breathing heavily as their hearts raced in sync. Kylian’s forehead pressed against hers, his eyes still searching hers for any hint of uncertainty.

“I am yours…,” he murmured softly, his words a promise that resonated in the fading echoes of their shared ecstasy. Giselle felt a warmth spread through her, a mixture of satisfaction and budding affection that began to weave a deeper bond between them.

“I’m yours too,” she replied breathlessly, the admission slipping out as easily as her heart had surrendered to him.

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

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 15

When Giselle first met Kylian at Elise’s engagement party a few months prior, she never imagined their connection would lead her to this moment with him.

She had yet to voice her ever-growing feelings for Kylian to anyone, but they didn't make them any less real as she gently traced his features with the tip of her finger

The soft hum of the private jet filled the otherwise silent cabin as he slept with his head resting in her lap, his arms wrapped securely around her waist as they journeyed from London to Madrid.

As tired as she was, Giselle couldn't close her eyes. The warmth of Kylian’s body against hers provided a sense of comfort that made the miles fly away, and she found herself captivated by the way his dark lashes brushed against his cheek, the relaxed curve of his lips, and the gentle rise and fall of his back as he breathed.

The cabin was dimly lit, casting a warm glow over them. She let her fingers glide softly across the stubble along his jawline, feeling a thrill pulse through her body at the moment's intimacy. Every brush of her skin against his felt electric, igniting a longing within her that was impossible to ignore.

He stirred slightly, a low groan escaping him as he nuzzled closer into her lap, his breath warm against her skin. Giselle’s heart raced. It was moments like this that made her realize just how deeply she felt for him, how more than just a fleeting, lust-fueled connection was developing. Something intense was brewing between them, and the more time they spent together, the harder it became to hide from the truth.

Raising her hand to his back, Giselle felt Kylian's body melt against hers, his breathing deepening. A soft, tired smile spread across her lips.

“Baby,” Giselle said in an attempt to wake him as the overhead light instructing passengers to fasten their seatbelts flashed. The endearment tumbled from her lips before she could completely register it herself; a rush of warmth enveloped her at the unintentional confession as she continued to stroke his hair.

Kylian stirred again, blinking slowly at first, then finding her gaze with a sleepy smile. His eyes were like molten chocolate—deep and inviting, filled with a mixture of confusion and affection.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Hey,” she replied softly, her heart fluttering as he shifted to lean beneath her touch, the warmth of his body setting off a warmth within her. “We're about to land.”

Instead of offering her a worded response, Kylian tucked his face into the crease of Giselle's neck, reaching for his seatbelt to secure himself. The feel of his warm breath against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, heightening the tension that crackled softly in the small confines of the jet.

Giselle let out a deep breath through her nose, the soft cotton of her t-shirt ghosting over her sore nipples, still tender from the clamps Kylian had used the evening prior.

Kylian's eyes fluttered open, his gaze slowly focusing on Giselle's face. A lazy smile spread across his lips as he took her in, his hand gently reaching up to cup her cheek.

His thumb brushed lightly over her bottom lip, his touch sending a spark of electricity through her. Kylian's eyes darkened slightly as he noticed the way her shirt clung to her curves, the fabric outlining the swell of her breasts, and the hardened peaks of her nipples.

“Are you uncomfortable? Last night was intense,” he murmured as he straightened his posture.

Giselle's cheeks flushed at the mention of their previous night's activities, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through her. She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress a smile as she recalled the intimate details.

"Not uncomfortable," she whispered, her voice husky and with a hint of desire. "Just... sensitive."

Kylian's gaze intensified, his eyes roaming over her body with a hunger that made her heart race. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke.

"I like knowing that I marked you," he murmured, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "That you're still feeling my touch."

His hand slid down from her cheek, trailing along her neck and collarbone before coming to rest on her breast. He gently squeezed, relishing in the way her nipple hardened beneath the thin fabric of her shirt as the plane began its descent, the cockpit announcing their imminent arrival in Madrid.

Kylian kept Giselle close once they landed, her body tucked against his side as they disembarked the jet. The world outside was bustling with activity, but all she could focus on was the heat radiating from him, the way he made her feel consumed and cherished.

The drive to Kylian's mansion was filled with stolen kisses and tenderness. Though neither of them acknowledged it, a shift had taken place.

Regardless of titles, whatever took place between them began to mean much more than just pleasure.

He wanted her around, and she wanted to be wherever he was. As they came to his estate, the enormity of their unspoken connection hung thick in the air, waiting to be explored.

Once inside, Kylian led her through the marble foyer, their fingers entwined, the touch sending ripples of anticipation coursing through her. They paused at the entrance to the living area, where the familiar walls were adorned with football memorabilia and art.

“Make yourself at home,” he said, his voice low and sultry as he gestured toward a plush sofa lined with fluffy cushions. Giselle sank into the softness, and Kylian joined her, his presence warming the space beside her.

Every glance exchanged carried an underlying tension, a silent acknowledgment of the night they had shared and what it had awakened in them both. Kylian turned slightly; his body angled toward her as his intense gaze searched hers.

“What happened last night,” he began, his thumb absentmindedly tracing the curve of her knee, “wasn’t just a moment, was it?”

Giselle felt her cheeks burn as she bit her lip, knowing she had to tread carefully. “No, it wasn’t,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “It felt… different.”

Kylian leaned in closer, his breath mingling with hers, igniting every nerve ending in her body. “Different, how?” he pressed, his fingers lingering on her skin, teasing the edges of her unease.

Her heart raced as she met his gaze, the vulnerability of the moment amplifying the pulse of desire that thrummed between them. “More… meaningful, I guess. It felt like we crossed a line.”

“Good,” he replied, his tone deepening with resolve. “I want to keep crossing those lines with you, Gigi.” The nickname rolled off his tongue smoothly, and her heart skipped a beat at the endearment.

“Every single one,” he murmured, leaning closer until his lips brushed against her ear. “I want to take my time with you. Make this about us.”

Giselle’s breath hitched as he pulled back slightly, his warm gaze holding hers captive. The weight of his words settled over her like a soft blanket—emotionally charged, intimate, raw.

As if sensing her hesitation, Kylian reached out, and with a deft touch, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “We don’t have to rush this,” he reassured her. “I want to know all of you—the heart beneath the surface, the desires hidden away.”

“I want to know all of you,” Giselle echoed softly, her heart swelling with the gravity of the moment. The air around them crackled with an electric anticipation, a combination of desire and vulnerability that left her breathless.

Kylian studied her face intently, his dark eyes shimmering with affection and intensity that made her pulse quicken. "Good," he replied, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. I have to head to training, but when I return, we can continue this conversation.”

Giselle watched as he stood up from his seat, stretching his muscles before leaving her alone in the living room to head upstairs and prepare for training with his teammates.

As Kylian disappeared down the corridor, Giselle was left with a flurry of emotions—excitement, anticipation, and a lingering need that pulsed within her. She sank deeper into the plush sofa, letting the softness envelop her, her thoughts a chaotic mix of their intimate moments and what lay ahead.

The playful banter they shared danced through her mind, and she couldn’t help but smile at the memory of him whispering sweet nothings as he held her tightly. The connection was undeniable, and each second that passed without him felt like an eternity, her body and mind yearning for the comfort of his presence.

With a soft sigh, she rose from the couch, the luxurious fabric slipping against her skin. She turned to the grand windows overlooking the sprawling backyard, where the winter sun glinted off the pool's surface.

Giselle's mind drifted to Kylian as she stood gazing at the landscape. So much had taken place between them in so little time, and while it terrified her, she couldn't pull away.

She'd travelled with and to him, experienced things and seen places she’d never imagined, yet there was still so much about the superstar footballer she didn't know.

So much she was scared to know.

Once Kylian left for training, Giselle went upstairs to his bedroom. She stripped down to her underwear before crawling into his bed, allowing the plush comforter and cloud-like mattress to lull her to sleep. Her body was still feeling the effects of their night together.

Giselle wasn't sure how long she’d been asleep as she stirred from slumber to her phone's ringtone.

Smiling as Camille's name slowly rolled across the screen, Giselle answered the FaceTime call without a second thought to her best friend, who was also lying in bed, almost 6,000 miles away and eight hours behind in Los Angeles.

Although Giselle was happy to see and speak with her best friend, the lingering thoughts soon became the topic of conversation.

“Cam, I only know what he tells me,” Giselle explained.

“Then ask,” Camille pointed out. “He said he doesn't want to share you, but if you're sharing him with anyone else, that is something you should know.”

“I don't know if I want to know; at this point, ignorance is bliss,” Giselle said, earning an empathetic smile from her best friend.

Camille raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But isn’t it better to confront the truth? What if he’s with someone else? Wouldn't you want to find out before you invest more of your heart?”

Giselle fidgeted with her fingers, her gaze darting to the comforter that covered her legs as conflict flickered across her features. “It’s complicated,” she finally replied, biting her lip. “What if finding out just leads to heartbreak? I can’t handle that right now.”

“But if something were to go wrong, it is you that's prolonging it.” Camille countered gently. “You deserve to know where you stand. It’s about protecting your heart, not just blindly falling deeper.”

Giselle sighed, glancing at Camille with uncertainty flickering in her bright eyes. “I know you’re right. But it’s terrifying. What if he’s perfect on paper but entirely different beneath the surface?”

Camille reached across the space between them, squeezing Giselle's hand reassuringly. “Then, at least, you’ll have clarity. And clarity can be a powerful thing, even if it hurts.”

Taking a deep breath, Giselle weighed Camille's words, her thoughts racing. She felt an unfamiliar heaviness settle in her chest, a mixture of fear and resolve. “Okay,” she whispered at last, her voice trembling slightly. “I’ll ask him. But what if I uncover something I’m not ready to face?”

Camille smiled encouragingly, her eyes bright with understanding. “Then you lean on me. We get through it together, no matter what happens. That’s what friends are for.”

With a nod, Giselle felt the warmth of Camille's support wrap around her like a comforting blanket. She needed that strength, especially as thoughts of her relationship with him swirled chaotically in her mind.

“What if I find out he’s with someone else?” Giselle whispered, half afraid to even voice the possibility.

“Then you move accordingly; if he sees other people, your options should be open to doing the same.” Giselle’s heart raced at the thought as she processed Camille’s words. The idea of him being with someone else sent a sharp pang through her chest but also stirred a rebellious fire within her.

“You’re right,” she conceded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper as she wrestled with her thoughts. Giselle's mind raced, a swirl of apprehension and desire. She had no clear idea of what she was truly prepared for, yet deep within her, a longing pulsed—a deep-rooted yearning for Kylian. The mere thought of him ignited an electrifying sensation that coursed through her veins, filling her with warmth and possibility. It was as if he held the key to a door she ached to open, though she didn’t yet understand what lay beyond.

“I’m about to get up and head to the gym. Can we talk again later, girlie?” Camille tilted her head to the side, taking in her best friend's worried eyes and pouting lips over FaceTime.

“Of course,” Giselle replied, smiling despite the tangled emotions within her. “I’ll be here, probably overthinking every possible scenario.”

Camille chuckled softly, her voice soothing. “Just remember, no matter what happens, I’ve got your back,” she reassured her. “Just take it one step at a time. You got this.”

As the call ended, Giselle felt the weight of Camille’s words settle over her. She knew she had to speak to Kylian and ask about his feelings—about their feelings—but the uncertainty gnawed at her.

Would he still want her if the truth didn’t align with the dreams she’d begun to weave in her heart?

Rising from the bed, she began to pace the spacious room, glancing around at the glamorous surroundings. His clothes were strewn across a chair, his scent lingering. The thought made her stomach flip. Kylian was undeniably captivating, and he had stirred something unyielding within her. A dangerous intimacy that both thrilled and terrified her.

Determined to hold onto that ever-growing feeling, she reminded herself of their connection—how effortlessly they clicked during Elise’s engagement party, how his laughter drew her in, and how every shared moment felt like a dance teetering on the edge of something extraordinary.

As she drifted toward the closet, her fingers brushed against the fabric of one of Kylian’s hoodies. Looking around for something to wear, she hesitated before slipping it over her head, letting it envelope her. The fabric carried his scent, fresh and addictive, and she savored it; it made her feel he was closer to her.

With her heart still racing, Giselle decided to pour herself a glass of water before trying to calm her nerves downstairs. The mansion was eerily silent; the only sounds were the soft hum of the heater and the gentle rustle of her clothes against her skin as she moved around the space.

Giselle had been so wrapped up in her thoughts she hadn't noticed the time passing. It wasn't until she heard the front door close that she snapped back to reality, the sound echoing through the expansive hallway. Her heart quickened, anticipation coursing through her veins. Kylian was home.

She paused, taking a steadying breath, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of the oversized hoodie. The soft fabric slid over her thighs, a comforting reminder of him—his warmth, his essence. With each step that echoed through the corridor, she felt a mix of excitement and anxiety building within her.

Hearing his voice travel effortlessly through the house, she made her way to the living room, where she found Kylian shaking off the chill of the outside air, his athletic frame silhouetted against the grand windows. A casual black hoodie hugged his broad shoulders, accentuating his toned physique. The sight of him sent a rush of warmth through her, igniting every nerve in her body.

“Hey,” he greeted, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her. “How was your day?”

“Quiet,” Giselle replied, her voice soft but steady. “I was just... thinking.”

Kylian approached her, his expression shifting from playful to serious as he studied her closely. “What about?”

The familiar tension crackled between them, the air thick with unspoken words. She felt his gaze penetrating, urging her to reveal the swirling thoughts passing through her mind. “My feelings,” she began.

Taking her hand into his, Kylian led Giselle to the plush sofa and settled beside her. The warmth of his body radiated against hers, grounding her as she attempted to articulate the turmoil within.

“I’ve been thinking about us,” she continued, her heart racing. “Please don't think you have to protect my feelings, but are you seeing anyone else?” Giselle asked with bated breath, unsure of how he would respond. Vulnerability flared within her, threatening to overwhelm, but she pushed through, wanting clarity amidst the swirling uncertainty.

Kylian’s expression softened, a mixture of surprise and contemplation flickering across his features. He exhaled slowly as if weighing his words carefully before speaking. “No,” he replied, his voice steady and resolute. “I’m not seeing anyone else. Only you, Giselle.”

Relief washed over her, mingling with a warmth that stretched from her chest down to her fingertips. She searched his gaze, desperate for assurance and clarity.

“Do you want to see other people?” Kylian smirked, somewhat amused by the look of relief on her face.

Giselle felt her heart skip a beat at his playful tone, but she didn’t let his teasing distract her from the moment's seriousness. “No,” she replied firmly, shaking her head. “I want you. I don’t want anyone else.”

Kylian’s smirk softened into a genuine smile, and the warmth of his gaze made her pulse quicken. Leaning a little closer, he brushed his thumb across her knuckles, igniting warmth under his touch. “Good. Because this is only for me,” he said as his fingers found the hem of the hoodie Giselle wore, gently tugging at it as if to draw her closer.

“Kiss me,” he whispered, that playful glimmer in his eyes inviting her in. The request sent a rush coursing through her, igniting the unsteady desires that had been simmering just beneath the surface.

She didn’t hesitate. Leaning in, her lips met his, as shs crawled into his lap, feeling the strength of his arms wrap around her as he deepened the kiss. It was a merging of heat and urgency, the world around them fading as their hearts raced in unison. Kylian's mouth tasted like the afternoon sun, warm and tantalizing, igniting every nerve in her body.

As they kissed, the fabric of the hoodie slipped slightly off one shoulder, exposing a glimpse of her skin that Kylian's lips instinctively followed.

Giselle gasped softly at the sensation of his warm lips trailing along her collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The kiss quickly transformed from playful pecks into an intense exploration, as if they were trying to consume each other wholly.

Kylian’s hands found their way to her lower back, gently pulling her closer, while his other hand tangled deeper into her hair, keeping her anchored to him. She melted into the embrace, her body responding eagerly to his every touch, as if they were meant to fit together this way.

“Je te veux,” Kylian drawled as his hands moved to cradle her face, the intensity in his eyes reflecting the yearning that mirrored her own. The intimacy of the moment enveloped them, making the outside world feel like a distant memory.

Giselle’s heart raced at his confession, the French words rolling off his tongue like a sweet melody. “What does that mean?” she breathed, her lips brushing against his as she spoke.

“I want you,” he replied, his voice thick with desire, as he leaned in to capture her lips again. The kiss deepened, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume them both. She could feel the undeniable chemistry between them pulsating like a living entity, and every kiss only intensified her need for him.

Just then Kylian's doorbell rang through the mansion, jolting them back to reality. Giselle froze momentarily, the sound slicing through the heated atmosphere they had created.

“Are you expecting someone?” Giselle asked as she noticed Kylian’s lips curve into a knowing smirk.

“It’s for you,” he grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Giselle’s curiosity piqued, but she found herself reluctantly pulling away from his embrace. Kylian’s grip around her waist tightened for a brief moment, as if he was reluctant to let her go, before finally releasing her, watching her with an amused expression as she hopped off his lap.

With a playful push from him, she made her way to the grand door, her heart still racing from their heated exchange. As she opened the door, Giselle was met by two women dressed in white, both holding folded massage tables under their arms.

"Ah, bonjour mademoiselle," the taller of the two women greeted Giselle with a warm smile. "We're here for your massage appointment. Mr. Mbappé arranged for us to come to his residence."

Giselle blinked, momentarily stunned. She hadn't expected Kylian to arrange a massage for her, especially not at his own home. The gesture was thoughtful and intimate, sending a flutter through her chest.

"Oh, yes, of course," she replied, stepping aside to allow the women entrance. "Please, come in."

As the masseuses set up their equipment in the living room, Giselle turned to find Kylian watching her with a smug grin, his arms crossed over his chest.

"What's this about?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light despite the butterflies in her stomach.

“Us,” he answered simply.

Giselle felt a warmth spread through her chest at Kylian's simple yet profound response. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile as she watched him lean against the doorframe, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Just you and me," he clarified, pushing off the frame and walking towards her. His movements were slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. "I want to take care of you, Gigi. Every part of you."

He stopped just inches away from her, his presence overwhelming and intoxicating. Giselle's breath hitched as he reached out, his fingers grazing her arm lightly. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her entirely.

"You deserve to be pampered," Kylian murmured, his voice low and husky. "And I want to be the one to do it."

Giselle's heart raced as she looked up at him, losing herself in the depth of his eyes.

After guiding the masseuse through his house and to the home gym, Kylian took Giselle’s hand leading her upstairs to his bedroom so they could undress.

Kylian closed the bedroom door behind them, his hand still clasped around Giselle's. He turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of her.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his free hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "I can't believe you're mine."

Giselle's heart skipped a beat at his words, a rush of warmth spreading through her. She leaned into his touch, savoring the feeling of his fingers against her skin.

"And you're mine," she replied softly, her hand coming up to rest on his chest. She could feel his heart beating beneath her palm, strong and steady.

Kylian's lips curved into a smile, his eyes never leaving hers as she slowly began to pull up his hoodie.

His smile widening as Giselle slowly lifted his hoodie higher, revealing the toned muscles of his abdomen. He raised his arms, allowing her to remove the garment completely. The cool air of the bedroom prickled his skin, but the heat in Giselle's gaze warmed him instantly.

He watched as she took in the sight of his bare chest, her eyes roaming over every inch of him appreciatively. Kylian's heart raced at the desire he saw reflected in her gaze, the air between them thickening with tension.

Gently, he took her hand and placed it on his chest, guiding it slowly downward. "You can touch me," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I'm all yours."

Giselle's fingers traced the contours of his muscles, exploring the hard planes and ridges of his physique.

Kylian's breath hitched as Giselle's fingers danced along his abs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He watched her through hooded eyes, his pupils dilating with growing arousal.

When her hand reached the waistband of his sweatpants, he sucked in a sharp breath, his abdominals contracting involuntarily. Kylian's hips twitched forward, seeking more of her touch.

"Do you think I can make you cum in five minutes, Giselle?” Kylian asked, his voice strained with desire.

Giselle's breath caught in her throat at Kylian's bold question, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She looked up at him through her lashes, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Five minutes is ambitious," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're certainly confident."

Kylian smirked, his hands sliding down to her hips and pulling her flush against him. She could feel the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against her stomach, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

"Always," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "But I'll let you be the judge of that."

With that, he spun her around and guided her to sit on the edge of the bed.

Kylian knelt before her, his hands gently parting her thighs. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her knee before trailing his lips slowly upward. Giselle's breath hitched as his mouth inched closer to the heat between her legs, the anticipation almost unbearable.

When his lips finally met her center through the thin fabric of her panties, Giselle gasped, her fingers threading through his hair. Kylian hummed against her, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear and slowly peeled them down her legs, his eyes never leaving hers. Once they were discarded, he settled back between her thighs, his warm breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh.

Kylian began with gentle kisses, his tongue flicking out to taste her. Giselle's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking him. He responded by parting her folds with his fingers and delving deeper, his tongue circling her clit.

"Oh fuck," Giselle moaned, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her.

Kylian continued to feast, alternating between long, slow licks and quick, flickering motions. His fingers joined in, sliding easily into her wet heat as he pumped them in and out, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside her.

Giselle's moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath his skilled touch. She could feel the tension building within her, her orgasm approaching rapidly. Kylian seemed to sense it too, doubling his efforts and sucking her clit between his lips.

"That's it, baby," he murmured against her, the vibrations pushing her closer to the edge. "Cum into my mouth. Let me taste you."

His words, combined with the sensation of his lips and tongue on her, and his stubbled jaw tickling her inner thighs sent Giselle spiraling over the edge. She cried out his name as her climax hit her, her body convulsing with pleasure.

Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over Giselle, her vision blurring as she rode out her orgasm. Kylian didn't let up, continuing to lick and at her sensitive flesh, drawing out her pleasure until she was a trembling mess beneath him.

Finally, when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he slowed his movements, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs as she came down from her high. Giselle collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Kylian crawled up her body, his lips trailing along her stomach and between her breasts. He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.

"You’re so sexy," Giselle panted against his lips, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Kylian grinned, his eyes shining with pride and desire. "I need five more minutes," he growled, his hand sliding down to grip her hip possessively.

He rolled them over so that Giselle was straddling him, his hard length pressing against her.

Giselle looked down at Kylian, his muscular body sprawled beneath her, his eyes burning with desire. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and it sent a fresh wave of arousal through her.

She leaned down, capturing his lips in a heated kiss as she reached between them to wrap her hand around his length. Kylian groaned into her mouth, his hips jerking upwards at the contact.

Giselle stroked him slowly, savoring the feel of his warm, smooth skin and the way his body responded to her touch. Kylian's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he guided her movements.

She broke the kiss, trailing her lips along his jaw and down his neck.

Giselle gasped into Kylian’s ear as his hand left a sharp, biting slap on her backside, marking her as she lined his cock up at her dripping entrance.

“I can feel how wet you are on my stomach,” he growled, the warmth and wetness of her maddening.

Kylian's eyes darkened as he watched Giselle position herself above him, her wet heat hovering just above the tip of his throbbing erection. The anticipation was killing him, his hips twitching upwards involuntarily, seeking her warmth.

"You're playing with fire, Gigi," he warned, his voice low and gravelly with desire. "You keep teasing me like this, and I won't be able to hold back."

Giselle smirked, her eyes flashing with mischief as she slowly lowered herself onto him. Kylian's breath caught in his throat as her tight walls enveloped him, inch by inch. She was so wet, so hot, and he felt like he was being consumed by her.

"Then don't," she challenged, her voice breathy as she took him to the hilt. "I want you to lose control."

Those words were his undoing. “We have guests downstairs,” Kylian warned, his resolve weakening with each second that passed.

“So make me shut up and take it,” she whispered into his ear, rolling her hips against him.

Kylian's eyes flashed with a primal hunger at Giselle's bold words. In one swift motion, he flipped them over, pinning her beneath him on the bed. His hand clamped over her mouth, muffling any sounds she might make.

"You asked for it," he growled, his hips snapping forward, burying himself deep inside her. Giselle's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and pleasure filling her gaze as he began to move, his thrusts hard and relentless.

Kylian set a punishing pace, his body slamming against hers with each powerful drive of his hips.

Giselle's muffled cries of pleasure vibrated against Kylian's palm as he continued his relentless assault on her senses. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, punctuated by his guttural groans and her stifled moans. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his muscles rippling with each thrust as he chased their release.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice strained. "I want to see your face when you cum on my cock."

Giselle's eyes locked onto his, her pupils dilated with lust. Kylian's hand slipped from her mouth, allowing her cries to fill the air unrestrained. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing her screams as he drove into her with renewed vigor.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge. Giselle's nails raked down Kylian's back, urging him on, her hips lifting to meet his every movement. The tension in her core coiled tighter and tighter, her inner walls fluttering around his length.

"Kylian," she gasped against his lips, her voice trembling. "I'm... I'm gonna..."

"Cum for me, baby," Kylian urged, his voice a low, commanding growl.

With a final, powerful thrust, Giselle shattered, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed beneath Kylian, her inner walls clamping down around him like a vice as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure.

Kylian followed her over the edge, his own release ripping through him with the force of a hurricane. He buried himself deep inside her, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled himself into her welcoming heat.

Their bodies remained entwined, chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. Kylian collapsed onto the bed beside Giselle, pulling her into his arms and holding her close.

"Kylian, you're so perfect..." Giselle panted, her voice hoarse from her cries of ecstasy.

When they returned back downstairs to the masseuse, both draped in robes and still basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, they exchanged fleeting glances, a shared secret hanging in the air between them. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken words, an acknowledgment of the boundaries they had crossed as things between them shifted from mere physical attraction to something far more profound.

As they entered the living room, the two masseuses had already set up their equipment, glancing up with polite smiles that masked their surprise at the state of the two lovers. Their professional demeanor returned swiftly, and the women gestured for Giselle and Kylian to take their places on the tables.

“You can lie down together,” one of the masseuses suggested, her accent soft and inviting. Giselle felt a rush of warmth at the idea, feeling shy yet exhilarated at the same time.

Kylian raised an eyebrow at her, an amused smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “What do you think, Gigi? A little post-coital massage together?” he teased, not missing the chance to lean in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.

Her skin tingled at his touch, the lingering sensation from their earlier encounter still pulsing through her. “I think that sounds incredible,” she replied, unable to resist the temptation of his playful banter paired with the promise of relaxation.

They settled onto the adjacent massage tables, fully aware of how intertwined their lives had become in such a short period. Each stroke of the masseuses’ hands against their bodies felt amplified by the connection they shared, heightening every nerve ending as they both succumbed to the soothing manipulation of their muscles.

As Giselle felt the gentle hands working out the tension from her back and shoulders, her mind wandered to the thoughts that had clouded her earlier. The passionate connection she felt with Kylian transcended the physical, weaving a tapestry of emotions that was intimidating yet intoxicating.

Kylian let out a deep, contented sigh beside her, the vibrations echoing through the air as if they were both sharing in a moment of mutual understanding. It was a rare intimacy that layered itself beneath the surface of mere physical attraction—a blend of trust, desire, and the uncertainty of what the future might hold.

Giselle turned her head slightly, stealing a glance at him. Kylian caught her eye and flashed her a reassuring smile, his expression softening as he seemed to sense her internal struggle. A comfortable silence enveloped them, their hands brushing ever so slightly as they both surrendered to the moment.

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

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 13

A mini press tour in London to promote an upcoming Amazon Prime series that she was set to feature provided the perfect distraction for Giselle.

It allowed her a chance to clear her mind and be in the moment in a city that also felt like somewhat of a safe haven from the drama that insistently seemed to follow her.

As things were, Giselle was unsure if she would see Kylian in Madrid; although she knew she didn't owe Natalia so much as an explanation, her words started to gnaw at her.

In figuring out her feelings, Giselle didn't feel she was at fault, but Natalia's look of disgust and the venom in her voice as she spoke made her question how she made people feel.

The last thing she wanted was for things to sour with Kylian; as they were, everything was good, and despite what her heart had come to want, Giselle was coming around to the idea of walking away before things went bad.

Although they continued to keep in touch, things were undeniably beginning to slow down. As much as the thought of Kylian being nothing but a distant memory made Giselle’s stomach drop, she wasn't naive to the idea that maybe it was for the best.

The balls of Giselle's feet were numb as her open-toe wraparound heels clicked against the marble floors of the Mayfair hotel she had been staying at since arriving in the capital.

It had been a lengthy day for her. Beginning at 6 a.m. with an on-air interview for the BBC, she followed that with a guest appearance on a talk show that evening. In the hours between, she’d spent her day capturing content for her social media, which felt like a job within itself.

As Giselle sluggishly made her way to her room, she tried to rid her mind of all the day's events, instead thinking about what food she would order to bring to her room after a long, hot shower.

The peace of solitude in her hotel room was a thought that coaxed a small smile onto Giselle's lips. She could feel the weariness settling into her bones as she stepped through the door, grateful for the sanctuary it provided.

A curious and slightly startled frown tugged on Giselle’s eyebrows as she stepped into the suite to find a trail of soft pink rose petals leading into the dimly lit living area. A flutter of intrigue and a tingle of anticipation spread through her as she followed the path, her heart racing with curiosity and a hint of apprehension.

Petals crunched beneath her heels as she followed the trail that led through the suite and into the bedroom.

Slowly easing open the door, Giselle stepped into the room, and almost instantly, her eyes welled with tears.

“Kylian?” she gasped as he stood from the chair on the far side of the room. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you,” Kylian explained as he crossed the room, closing the distance between them.

The warmth of his presence enveloped her, and Giselle felt the familiar rush of emotion wash over her, stirring feelings she had tried to contain. Something about the way he looked at her, with an intensity that made her feel cherished and understood, sent her heart into a furious beat.

“What about your training?” Giselle asked, her voice barely a whisper as she reached out to touch his arm, needing the reassurance of his solidity.

“We have a few days off,” Kylian explained as his eyes traced over Giselle before finding hers again, watching as a single tear fell. “Are we okay?” he asked cautiously.

Kylian didn't need to see Giselle to know that something was amiss between them. It was evident in what she said whenever they spoke on the phone and in the way she rushed to end his calls and FaceTimes. There was a sudden shift in her attitude towards him, and he wanted to know why.

“Kylian, I hurt someone I cared about, and I don't want the same thing to happen between us,” Giselle explained, the dam she had forged to conceal her emotions tumbling down as her voice cracked and more tears fell.

“Who?… Giselle, talk to me,” he urged.

“I had a friend back home called Natalia,” she confessed, her voice trembling. “We were messing around for a while.” she paused, swallowing hard. “I told her what we had couldn't continue, and she said some things.”

Kylian's brow furrowed in concern, his eyes darkening with intensity as he absorbed her words. He stepped closer, the warmth of his body almost overwhelming her senses. "What did she say?" He needed to understand, to grasp the root of Giselle's turmoil. Her hurt was palpable, and he felt a fierce protectiveness stir within him.

Giselle took a shaky breath, folding her arms over herself for protection and self-preservation. “She said that I hurt her and that I deserved everything that happened with my ex because I’m selfish and only care about myself.”

“What if she's right about me?” she continued, her voice cracking as her eyes met Kylian’s.

“Giselle,” Kylian murmured, taking another step closer. He reached out, brushing his thumb across her cheek to wipe away the remnants of her tears. “You're not selfish. You’re human. You made a choice, one that you felt was right for you at the time. She may be hurt, but that doesn’t define who you are.”

Feeling the warmth of his touch seep into her skin, Giselle leaned into him instinctively, searching for the comfort he'd always offered. “But what if I hurt you too? What if this—what we have—ends up causing me more pain, or worse, causing you pain?”

Kylian’s gaze softened, his expression a mixture of empathy and determination. “We can't predict the future, Giselle. All we can do is choose to be honest with each other. You know that’s what I want. Just promise me you won’t shut me out.”

Giselle nodded slowly, the shimmer of vulnerability in her eyes. “I promise to try,” she whispered. “But sometimes it feels easier to keep everything bottled up.”

“Does it help you in the long run?” Kylian lifted her chin gently, forcing her to meet his unwavering gaze. “Or does it just make everything feel heavier?”

Giselle considered his words, the weight of her hesitation pressing on her shoulders. “Heavy,” she admitted, her breath shaky.

Kylian's expression shifted, a touch of steely resolve mingling with his tenderness. “So stop,” he said softly as if his words were a lifeline thrown to her amidst turbulent waters.

“I have been protecting myself for so long; what if I'm a fucked up person because of it?” Giselle asked, her face red and tinged with anxiety.

“You’re not ‘fucked up,’” Kylian stated firmly, taking both of her hands in his. “We are all a product of our experiences—good and bad. You have the power to rewrite your story. Right now, we are here, together.”

His words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, igniting a flicker of hope that she had almost forgotten; her vulnerability was beginning to give way to something deeper.

Kylian planned to surprise Giselle with a late dinner after a long day, but it was evident she needed a little more than to be wined and dined by him tonight.

“Go shower and put your mind at ease; I will handle everything else,” Kylian murmured as he wrapped his arms around Giselle in a warm, comforting hug before letting her go.

He watched as Giselle reached for the leather string that wrapped around her ankle, kicking it off before removing the heel from her other foot, sighing as her feet met with the cool floor.

Giselle felt lighter as she walked away, her heart still racing but her mind beginning to settle. The warmth of Kylian's hands lingered on her skin, igniting a fire she hadn’t realized had been dampened by her worries. She stepped into the bathroom, grateful for the solitude it provided, but even there, thoughts of Kylian flooded her mind.

As she turned on the shower, the sound of the water rushing down the tiles quickly masked the murmurs of anxiety that had become all too familiar.

Stepping under the warm stream, she let the water cascade over her, washing away not just the day’s weariness but the emotional turmoil that had built up.

With each droplet, she felt as though she was shedding the layers of doubt and guilt that clung to her. The steam filled the room, and she closed her eyes, replaying the moments she had shared with Kylian—the ease of their laughter, the electric connection that sparked between them, and the way he made her feel seen.

After rinsing her hair, she couldn’t shake the memory of their conversation. They had touched on something deep, a truth that could bring them closer if she let it. “You have the power to rewrite your story,” his words echoed in her mind.

When she emerged from the shower, wrapping herself in a plush towel, Giselle felt renewed. She caught her reflection in the mirror, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright. Maybe Kylian was right; maybe it was time to stop hiding behind walls she had built around her heart.

After towel drying her hair and twisting it into a messy bun, she slipped into a robe, forgoing clothes and underwear as she secured the tie around her waist.

As she stepped back into the bedroom, she caught sight of Kylian sitting on a plush sofa that ran adjacent to the bed.

“Come here,” he called softly, an encouraging smile lighting up his features.

Giselle's heart raced again, but this time from the anticipation of being near him. She moved toward him, her bare feet almost floating over the soft carpet, a renewed sense of confidence igniting within her.

“What’s all this?” she asked, gesturing to the spread that Kylian had set up on the coffee table. A selection of her favorite food filled the space: fresh sushi from a renowned restaurant and an open bottle of chilled champagne surrounded by delicate glasses.

“I thought we could unwind with some dinner,” he replied, his gaze traveling over her robe, lingering on her bare legs that peeked out from where the fabric bunched on her thighs.

“Thank you,” Giselle blushed as she took a seat beside Kylian, leaning into him so she could press a kiss to the corner of his lips.

The gentle brush of her lips sent shivers down Kylian's spine, stirring something deep within him. He turned his head slightly to capture her mouth properly, giving in to the temptation that had been simmering between them. The kiss was tentative at first, a mingling of warmth and promise, and yet it spoke volumes of the unbreakable bond they shared.

As they pulled away, Giselle's cheeks were flushed, a rosy hue that only added to her allure. Kylian couldn't help but admire her; there was something ethereal about the way she carried herself, especially in moments like these when vulnerability and strength intertwined.

“Eat,” he urged softly, tearing his gaze away from her captivating presence to reach for a piece of sushi from the platter. He offered it to her, his eyes sparkling with playful mischief, and she found herself laughing, the sound ringing through the room like music.

“Only if you join,” Giselle replied, her voice teasing as she took a piece and brought it to his lips, their chemistry palpable and electric as their fingers brushed against one another, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around them.

Kylian indulged, taking the piece from her fingers, and as their eyes locked, Giselle couldn't help but feel a rush of affection.

By the time they were done a half eaten sushi platter sat discarded on the table before them, as they indulged in the bottle of champagne that had been chilling on ice.

“Can I ask you a question?” Giselle asked, her cheeks flushing as she brought her glass to her lips.

“Of course, you can ask me anything,” he murmured, his French accent thick as he leaned closer to her, his gaze steady and inviting.

Giselle felt her heart thunder in her chest. “Are you okay with what I told you earlier, about Natalia?”

Kylian paused for a moment, considering his words carefully. “That she is a girl?” he smirked teasingly.

Giselle rolled her eyes, a smile breaking through her lingering uncertainty. "You know what I mean," she replied, trying to suppress a laugh. "That and everything else.”

Kylian's expression sobered slightly as he regarded her. “To be honest, I’m not okay with how upset the things she said made you.”

“But all that matters is you and I,” he continued.

Giselle was in awe of the man beside her, and the way he watched her with such intense focus made it seem as if she were the only person in the world that mattered at that moment.

“Right,” she said softly, nodding as her heart swelled. “I just didn’t want to be the reason for any more unhappiness, you know? I’ve already hurt one person I cared about. I don’t want to repeat the same mistakes.”

Kylian reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers in a gesture that felt both grounding and electrifying. “Giselle, I want to know all parts of you—the good, the bad, the messy. It’s what makes you real. We can navigate through the ugly stuff together. It doesn’t scare me.”

The conviction in his voice settled the ripples of doubt within her. The familiarity of his touch washed over her like a balm, enveloping her in safety and love. “I just hope I’m worth the trouble,” she admitted softly.

“Of course you are,” he affirmed, his voice resolute. “You deserve every chance at happiness, even if it means wading through a bit of chaos along the way. Please don’t doubt that.”

Giselle’s heart danced at his words, her body moving faster than her mind as she crawled into Kylian's lap. The robe she wore hiked around her thighs as she straddled him.

“Make me yours,” she whispered as their eyes met.

Kylian's breath caught in his throat as Giselle straddled him, her eyes filled with a raw, unspoken need. He gazed up at her, his hands instinctively finding their way to her hips, the soft fabric of her robe beneath his fingertips. There was something profoundly intimate about this moment, a silent understanding passing between them. He wanted her, every inch of her, but more than that, he wanted to possess her heart, to be the one she turned to in moments of vulnerability and strength alike.

His eyes darkened with desire as he slowly untied the belt of her robe, letting it fall open to reveal the smooth expanse of her skin. The sight of her, so close and so accessible, sent a surge of heat through his veins. Kylian traced the curve of her waist with his fingers, his touch gentle but purposeful.

From the sofa, Giselle and Kylian moved to the bed, where she removed his clothes before allowing him to have his way with her as she gave herself over to pleasure and lost herself in his embrace.

Kylian held Giselle in his arms, their eyes locked, and her legs folded over his forearms as he held her open, his strokes slow and deep as he savored the sensation of her.

“Your pussy was made for me,” he groaned, his eyes hooded as Giselle’s arousal coated him tip to base. “So fucking tight.”

“It's yours, Kylian,” Giselle gasped, her nails digging into his back as he bucked his hips into her, the bulbous tip of his cock tapping against her cervix.

Kylian's muscles flexed as he held Giselle's legs wide, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he fucked into her depths.

"You're mine, Giselle," he growled against her mouth, his tongue invading her as his cock claimed her. "Every inch of you belongs to me."

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto his shaft as he drove into her, the sound of their flesh clashing filling the room. Kylian's eyes burned with possessiveness as he moved his hips in a circular motion.

“Kylian, baby, I can feel you in my stomach,” she whimpered into her ear as her nails left reddened scratches across his back and shoulders.

“I told you that you would,” he drawled.

“You’re so deep and perfect,” Giselle mewled as her body melted against Kylian's, completely his to do as he pleased.

Kylian's breathing was heavy, his sweat-drenched body glistening in the dim light of the room. He could feel Giselle's walls fluttering around him, her body surrendering to his dominant strokes. His grip on her thighs tightened as he pulled her onto him, the sound of their skin colliding filling the air.

"Giselle, tu es parfaite," he whispered against her ear, his thick accent wrapping around her name.

Giselle's eyes rolled back, and her jaw went slack as Kylian rolled his hips into hers, a strangled moan ripped from her throat as she felt Kylian bottom out inside of her.

“This is what I wanted,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath as their eyes locked.

“Tell me how much,” Kylian growled as he took hold of her wrists, pinning them above her head.

"Tell me how much you love my cock buried deep inside you, Giselle," Kylian demanded, his eyes boring into hers as he continued to pin her wrists above her head. His hips moved in a steady rhythm, each powerful thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Giselle's chest heaved, her breasts bouncing with each collision of their bodies. She could feel the heat of his skin against hers, his sweat mingling with her own. Her legs trembled around his waist, her muscles tensing as she approached her peak.

"So bad, baby," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. The look of desperation in her eyes and the soft pout of her lips driving Kylian wild.

Kylian's lips curved into a wicked grin as he gazed down at Giselle, her body trembling beneath him, completely at his mercy. The sight of her writhing on his cock, her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy, was the most intoxicating thing he had ever seen.

"Say it, Giselle," he commanded, his voice a deep, lustfilled rumble. "Tell me how much you need me inside you."

His hips snapped forward, the force of his thrusts causing the bed to creak beneath them. Kylian's eyes never left Giselle's, his piercing gaze seeming to bore into her very soul.

"You're mine," he growled, his grip on her wrists tightening. "Every inch of you belongs to me. Your pleasure, your pain, your everything."

Giselle's back arched off the bed, her breasts pushing against his chest as she strained towards him.

Raising her leg to his shoulder, Kylian watched as her eyes widened and she gasped at the even deeper penetration. The sight of her, so utterly surrendered and reactive to his movements, sent a primal surge through him.

"Merde, Giselle," he groaned, sweat dripping down his temple. "Tu me rends fou."

His thrusts became more erratic as he chased his own release, the tension coiling in his abdomen. Kylian's eyes stayed locked on hers, reading every flicker of emotion, every flash of pleasure that crossed her exquisite face.

"You feel it, don't you?" he panted. "How perfectly we fit together. How I'm the only one who can make you feel this way."

Giselle nodded frantically, her head thrashing from side to side as Kylian's powerful strokes pushed her closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her core mounting with each deep thrust.

"Kylian, please," she whimpered.

"Please what, Giselle?" Kylian teased, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he continued to tease her, his cock buried deep within her. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her body trembling on the verge of release.

His grip on her wrists tightened, his eyes boring into hers with a fierce intensity. "Tell me what you need, Giselle," he growled, his voice low and demanding.

Kylian's hips moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. He could feel his own orgasm building, the tension coiling in his lower abdomen, but he held back, determined to push Giselle over the edge first.

"You're so close, aren't you, baby?" he purred, his free hand sliding between their bodies to find her swollen clit. "Just a little more."

Giselle's body went taut beneath Kylian, her toes pointing as she came hard, her arousal gushing.

Kylian's eyes widened as he felt Giselle's release, her inner walls clamping down on him like a vice. "Merde, Giselle," he groaned, his hips stuttering as he tried to maintain control. "Tu es si serrée."

Giselle's body trembled beneath him, her pleasure evident in every line of her form. Kylian's grip on her wrists tightened, his muscles flexing as he rode out the waves of her orgasm. The sight of her, so completely surrendered to him, was almost his undoing.

But Kylian wasn't ready to let go just yet. With a low growl, he pulled out of Giselle's warmth, flipping her over onto her stomach. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto him as he aligned himself with swollen and slightly gaped pussy.

"J'ai besoin de te prendre encore," Kylian growled, his accent thick with desire as he pushed back into Giselle's slick heat from behind. "I need to feel you come apart on my cock one more time."

His hands gripped her hips tightly, fingers sinking into her soft skin as he began to thrust, his movements deep and powerful. Kylian leaned over Giselle's back, his chest pressing against her as he nuzzled her neck, inhaling the scent of her sweat and arousal.

"Tu es à moi," he whispered into her ear, his voice a rough caress. "You're mine, Giselle. Only mine."

Kylian's hips snapped forward, the force of his thrusts causing the bed to shake beneath them. He could feel Giselle's walls fluttering around him, her body responding to his possession.

"Louder," Kylian growled, his voice a low rumble in Giselle's ear. "Louder, Giselle. I want to hear you scream my name."

His hips moved faster, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. Kylian's fingers dug into Giselle's hips as he thrusts in and out of her, his cock throbbing with each deep stroke.

"Tu me rends fou," he panted, sweat dripping down his back as he drove into her relentlessly. "You drive me crazy, Giselle. I can't get enough of you."

Giselle's body quivered beneath him, her walls tightening around his shaft as she approached the edge once more. Kylian could feel her clenching around him, her slickness coating his cock.

“Fuck!” he grumbled, his head rolling back as Giselle tilted her hips, meeting his deep thrusts. The feel of her pulsing around him, her slickness easing his way, had Kylian's mind spinning with lust.

"Tu es parfaite," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he angled for a deeper penetration. The way her body yielded to his, accepting him wholly, stirred something primal in him.

“Ride me,” Kylian growled as his cock fell from her, forcing a moan to rip from his throat as a small gush of her arousal followed.

Kylian's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his release. He watched, eyes dark with lust, as Giselle lifted herself onto his rigid cock, her slick heat enveloping him once more.

"Fuck," he muttered, his fingers sinking into the flesh of her hips as she began to move, her body undulating with each rise and fall. "Tu es si belle comme ça."

Giselle's movements were slow at first, tentative, but soon she found her rhythm, her hips rolling with a grace that took Kylian's breath away. He could feel her inner muscles fluttering around him, her arousal coating his shaft with each deep slide.

"Take it," Kylian urged his grip on her hips tightening as he guided her movements. "Take me deeper, Giselle. Show me how much you want me."

Giselle's body moved with a hypnotic rhythm, her hips rolling in a sensual dance as she rode Kylian's cock. The sight of her, so beautiful and wanton, was almost too much for Kylian to bear. He could feel his own release building, the tension coiling tight in his lower abdomen.

"Tu es parfaite," he groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he guided her movements, urging her to take him deeper. "So fucking perfect."

Giselle's head was thrown back, her hair cascading down her shoulders in a silken waterfall. Her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust; her nipples hardened into tight peaks. She was a vision of raw, unbridled desire, and Kylian was powerless to resist her allure.

"Kylian," she moaned her voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "I can't... Fuck me back.”

Kylian's eyes darkened with lust at Giselle's plea, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Avec plaisir," he rasped, his thick accent wrapping around the words like a caress.

His grip on her hips tightened as he began to thrust up into her, matching the rhythm of her movements. Each deep stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, her tight heat gripping him like a velvet vice.

"FUCK," Kylian snarled, his head falling back as Giselle's walls fluttered around him. She was so fucking perfect, her body made to take his cock, to milk him dry.

He drove into her harder, the bed creaking beneath them as the force of his thrusts shook the frame. Sweat dripped down his body, his muscles tensing and flexing with each powerful stroke.

"You feel that, Giselle?" Kylian's voice was a low, dangerous growl, his eyes locked on Giselle's face as he drove into her. "You feel how deep I can go? How perfectly we fit together?"

“Mhmm,” Giselle hummed, her eyes glossed over with tears as she toppled forward, her face tucked into the crease of his neck as she came hard.

Kylian's body tensed as he felt Giselle's release, her inner muscles clamping down on his cock like a vice. "There you go," he groaned, his hips stuttering as he fought to maintain control. The sensation of her coming undone around him was almost too much to bear, but he wasn't ready to let go just yet.

"Look at me, Giselle," he demanded, his voice a low rumble as he tilted her chin to meet his gaze. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted in a soft gasp. The sight of her, so utterly surrendered to him, sent a surge through Kylian's veins.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this," he growled, his hand sliding up to tangle in her hair, holding her in place.

"Tu es magnifique," Kylian murmured, his accent thick with desire as he gazed down at Giselle, her body trembling in the aftermath of her release. Her skin was flushed, her chest heaving with each ragged breath, and her eyes were dark with lust. The sight of her, so utterly undone by his touch, sent a surge of primal satisfaction through Kylian's veins.

His hips moved in shallow, teasing thrusts, his cock still buried deep within her as he savored the fluttering of her inner muscles. "I could stay like this forever," he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

Giselle's fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in their wake.

“You’re so deep,” Giselle whimpered.

“I’m right where I belong,” Kylian growled. “Can you feel me in your stomach?”

“Yes,” Giselle gasped, her lips ghosting against the skin of his neck, the insides of her thighs slick with her arousal. “Cum in me.”

Kylian didn't need to be asked more than once before he was Wrapping his arms around Giselle’s waist tightly, letting out a deeply pleasured roar as he came into Giselle.

“Thank you for coming to me,” Giselle whispered as Kylian pulled her body flush against his, her voice vibrating against the column of his throat.

“As long as I'm in your life, I'm here for you.” Kylian murmured, his breath brushing across her ear as he held her close. He could feel the thudding of her heart against his chest, a rhythm that seemed to match his own.

Giselle's body calmed in his embrace, the warmth of their shared moment wrapping around them like a tender cocoon. With her head resting on his shoulder, she felt completely safe and cherished, as if all the worries that plagued her were washed away in the tide of their intimacy.

"You make it so easy to forget the rest of the world," she said softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest, relishing the sensation of his muscular frame beneath her touch.

Kylian leaned back slightly to meet her gaze, his expression serious but softening as he brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "And that's what you deserve. To feel without the weight of the past. I want to keep you safe."

Giselle's heart swelled at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest that soothed the remnants of her turmoil. She could see the sincerity in Kylian's eyes, and it made her feel valued—not just for who she was in this moment, but for everything she had been through.

"Safe," she echoed softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never felt this safe with anyone before."

Kylian tightened his grip around her, as if to reinforce everything he had said to her.

Giselle leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Kylian’s in a lingering kiss. It was soft at first but soon deepened into something more insistent, filled with the unspoken promises of their bond.

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szariahwroteit · 4 months ago

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

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 5

Kylian lay with his head in Giselle’s lap, a lace thong the only article of clothing adorning her body as she leisurely ran her nails over his smooth back, his warm breaths fanning out over her stomach as he traced the curves of her silhouette with his fingertips.

The pictures and videos Giselle had seen online did Switzerland absolutely no justice when they arrived at the lodge the night before. The darkness made it hard, so much of anything, but the morning was stunning.

Fluffy white snow covered everything the eye could see out of the panoramic windows in their bedroom. Despite the winter wonderland outside, the warmth of the room felt intimate.

“Does your back hurt?” Giselle asked, breaking up the silence of the room. She traced a long red welt she’d left on his back the night before, grimacing at how prominent it was against his warm skin tone.

Kylian chuckled softly, the sound vibrating gently against her skin. “No.” He lifted his head slightly to meet her gaze, his tired eyes reflecting mischief and warmth as he lifted himself so he sat eye-to-eye with her.

“How are you feeling?” he murmured, his voice low and velvety. His lips brushed against her collarbone as he spoke, sending a shiver down her spine. He lingered there for a moment, savoring the warmth of her skin, before trailing soft, lingering kisses toward the delicate curve just beneath her ear.

“Good,” Giselle said, her voice barely above a whisper as she tilted her head to the side, his eyes rolling shut as she felt his tongue travel the same path his lips had moments before.

Kylian's lips curled into a smirk against Giselle's skin, his warm breath sending goosebumps prickling across her flesh. He loved the way she reacted to his touch, the soft sighs and shivers that escaped her lips fueling his desire.

"You look beautiful in the morning," he murmured, his fingers trailing down her side, tracing the curve of her hip. His eyes flicked up to meet hers, filled with a hunger that made her heart race.

"Come here," he growled softly, rolling over and pulling her onto his lap so she straddled him. The thin lace of her thong did little to hide the heat of her core pressed against him. He groaned at the contact, his hands gripping her hips possessively.

"What's the plan for today?” Giselle asked, avoiding Kylian’s gaze. She had allowed him to do as he pleased with her body, yet she still felt shy as his eyes traced over her features.

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire as he looked up at Giselle, his hands tightening on her hips. He loved the way she felt straddling him, the heat of her core pressing against his growing erection. He leaned in, nuzzling his face against her neck and inhaling deeply. She smelled like vanilla and something uniquely her, a scent that made his head spin.

"The plan?" he murmured, his lips brushing against her pulse point. "I can think of a few things I'd like to do..." His voice trailed off as he began to place openmouthed kisses along her collarbone, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts.

Giselle gasped, arching into his touch as he teased her nipples with his thumbs. She could feel his hardness pressing insistently against her, and it sent a rush of heat straight to her core.

“Do they include putting on clothes and leaving the house?” Giselle asked.

"Clothes are overrated," Kylian murmured against her skin, his lips curling into a smirk. He nipped gently at her neck, soothing the sting with his tongue.

"They're just going to get in my way," he added, his voice low and husky. His hands slid down to grip her thighs, urging her to grind against him.

“Kylian, I'm being serious!” Giselle pouted, her resolve weakening with each second that passed as Kylian continued to lick and suck on her neck.

“I’m taking you on a winter tour later,” he whispered between kisses, his breath hot against her skin. “Have you ever driven a snowmobile?”

“Once in Aspen,” she confirmed, wrapping her arms around Kylian’s neck as he pulled the crotch of her thong to the side.

Kylian's eyes lit up at Giselle's response, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Only once?" he murmured, his fingers trailing along the inside of her thigh. “I have to make sure you have a much more... exhilarating experience with me."

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a hot, sexy kiss as he slipped a finger inside her, groaning at how wet she already was. "You're always so ready for me," he whispered against her mouth, adding another finger and curling them just right.

Giselle moaned, her hips rocking against his hand as he worked her expertly. "Kylian..." she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "We should... we should wait..."

But even as she said it, she was grinding down onto his fingers, her body betraying her words.

“Make yourself cum on my fingers,” Kylian instructed, completely disregarding her request to wait until later, determined to make her orgasm before they got out of bed and started their day.

Kylian's fingers moved skillfully inside Giselle, curling and thrusting in a way that had her seeing the colors of the universe. He added a third finger, stretching her deliciously as his thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing firm circles.

"Come on, Giselle," he urged, his voice low and husky in her ear. "I want to feel you on my fingers as you cum. Let go for me."

His other hand slid up her body, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Giselle's head fell back, her mouth open in a silent cry as Kylian's fingers drove her closer and closer to the edge.

"There you go, just like that," Kylian praised, his breath hot against her neck. "You're so fucking beautiful."

Giselle surrendered to the wave of sensations coursing through her. Her head fell onto Kylian’s shoulder as her back arched, and she moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the cozy room. The tension that had been building inside her finally snapped, sending her spiraling into bliss as her orgasm washed over her like a warm wave.

"Kylian!" she cried out, her body convulsing as pleasure coursed through her veins. She felt his fingers continue to work inside her, guiding her through the waves of pleasure as he whispered in her ear.

"Yes," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that resonated in her core. "Let it all out."

Giselle's body trembled as she rode the high of her orgasm, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She felt Kylian's fingers slow their rhythmic pace, letting her ride the aftershocks of her climax as he wrapped his other arm around her waist, holding her body against his.

“Fuck,” Giselle breathed out, her face nestling into Kylian as she felt him lift her body from the bed, walking the short distance to the bathroom and placing her sated body down on the counter.

She watched as he turned on the shower, grabbed two plush towels, and placed them on the counter before taking her back into his arms.

Giselle hummed as Kylian took her back into his arms, bringing her with him into the shower. The warm water cascaded over their bodies, enveloping them in a steamy embrace. Giselle gasped at the sudden rush of heat, her skin tingling with the sensation. Kylian held her tightly against him, the steam swirling around them as he leaned down to capture her lips once more.

The kiss was slow and deep, his tongue sliding against hers as the water dripped down their bodies. Giselle's heart raced, the remnants of her orgasm still lingering in her core as Kylian's hands roamed over her wet skin.

Despite their heightened arousal, Giselle and Kylian made it out of the shower without giving into desire.

Once they were both clean, Kylian turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping a plush towel around his waist. He grabbed a second towel for Giselle, who was still blissfully dazed from their earlier encounter. She dried off her skin, taking her time as she reveled in the warmth of the bathroom and the lingering scent of Kylian that clung to her. She could still feel the echoes of pleasure radiating through her body, and she couldn't help but smile at the memory of what had just transpired.

Now dressed in a fitted thermal shirt and snug sweatpants, Kylian watched her with an appreciative gaze. His eyes roamed over her, taking in the way the steam from the shower clung to her damp skin, making her glow. She looked ethereal, and he felt a rush of warmth spread through him, a mix of affection and desire.

“Are you ready for an adventure?” he asked, his voice teasing yet sincere. He stepped closer, his fingers brushing against her arm, igniting a spark of warmth that traveled through her.

Giselle nodded, her heart racing at his touch. As their eyes met, she felt her stomach drop, and the realization hit her that, eventually, they'd be going their separate ways.

Pushing the feeling to the back of her mind, Giselle dressed in preparation for the day before joining Kylian in the kitchen.

Despite its spacious size, the kitchen was a cozy space filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the faint scent of cinnamon. Kylian had already poured two steaming cups; his back turned to Giselle as he pulled diced fresh fruit out of the refrigerator.

“Need any help?” she offered, stepping closer to the counter.

Kylian glanced over his shoulder, a smile lighting up his face. “I’m good. Come and sit,” he said, gesturing to the kitchen island, where two barstools awaited.

Giselle settled onto one of the stools, wrapping her hands around the warm mug of coffee Kylian had prepared for her. The aroma filled her senses, and she took a moment to enjoy the simple pleasure of the morning.

When their cups were empty, Giselle washed them clean before they went to go and put on their shoes and coats so they could head outside when Kylian’s driver called to let them know he was outside.

Giselle slipped on her fur-lined boots, the soft material hugging her feet as she pulled on her heavy winter coat. Kylian, already dressed in a sleek black jacket and warm beanie, looked effortlessly stylish as he adjusted his gloves. The anticipation of the day ahead filled the air with excitement, and Giselle couldn't help but smile at the thought of their winter adventure.

As they stepped outside, the crisp mountain air hit them, invigorating and refreshing. The snow crunched under their boots, and Giselle marveled at how the world had been transformed into a glittering wonderland. The lodge looked even more picturesque in the daylight, the sunlight glinting off the snow-covered roofs and icicles hanging from the eaves.

Kylian reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers as they walked toward the waiting vehicle. His grip was warm and reassuring, and Giselle felt a flutter of happiness at the simple gesture. The driver, a friendly man with a thick accent, greeted them with a smile as he opened the door to the SUV.

“Good morning!” the driver smiled, his enthusiasm infectious. “Are you guys ready to enjoy the mountains?”

“Absolutely!” Kylian replied, shooting a quick glance at Giselle, who nodded eagerly.

As they settled into the plush seats of the SUV, Kylian placed his arm around Giselle, pulling her close. The warmth of his body enveloped her as she melted into him. She slipped her sunglasses onto her face to shield her eyes from the bright winter sun.

As the vehicle started rolling down the snowy path, Giselle glanced out the window, taking in the breathtaking scenery. The mountains loomed majestically in the distance, their peaks dusted with a fresh layer of snow that sparkled in the sunlight like diamonds.

“It doesn't feel like I've known you for only a week,” Giselle murmured softly.

Kylian looked down at Giselle, his eyes warm behind his own sunglasses. He squeezed her shoulder gently, his thumb tracing soothing circles on her arm. "I know what you mean," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "It feels like we've known each other for much longer."

He paused, his gaze drifting back out the window as he gathered his thoughts. "Maybe it's because we clicked so instantly," he continued, his voice thoughtful.

Giselle's heart skipped a beat at his words, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She nestled closer to him, resting her head on his chest. The steady beat of his heart was a comforting rhythm, and she found herself relaxing into his embrace.

The SUV continued its journey through the snow-covered landscape, the tires crunching against the icy path. Kylian pointed out various landmarks and shared interesting facts about the area; his knowledge was impressive.

As they drove, Giselle couldn't help but marvel at how Kylian's mind worked. He seemed to have an endless supply of information and a genuine passion for sharing it with her. She found herself hanging onto his every word, fascinated by the stories and anecdotes he shared about the region.

After a while, the SUV pulled up to a picturesque ski lodge at the base of a majestic mountain. The building was a charming blend of traditional and modern architecture, with a large stone fireplace dominating the entrance.

Kylian helped Giselle out of the vehicle, his hand lingering on the small of her back as they made their way inside. The lodge's warmth enveloped them, and Giselle breathed in the comforting scent of wood smoke and freshly baked pastries.

"Welcome to the Chalet des Alpes!" A man stood waiting at the entrance said, his voice filled with excitement. “I will be your tour guide today; follow me.”

Kylian's eyes glimmered with excitement as he turned to Giselle, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Ready?" he asked, his voice low and laced with excitement. Without waiting for a response, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the exit as he followed in the direction of their guide, his steps eager and purposeful.

The crisp mountain air hit them as they stepped outside, and Giselle gasped at the breathtaking view that unfolded before her. A vast expanse of pristine white snow stretched out as far as the eye could see, dotted with tall, majestic pine trees. In the distance, the peaks of the Alps rose sharply against the clear blue sky, their snow-covered slopes glistening in the sunlight.

Giselle stood in awe, taking in the beauty of the alpine landscape. The way the sunlight glinted off the snow made it look almost ethereal, and she felt a rush of exhilaration at the thought of the adventure ahead. Kylian watched her with a smile, clearly enjoying her reaction.

“Isn’t it stunning?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

“It’s more than stunning; it’s breathtaking!” Giselle replied, turning to him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I can’t believe we get to explore all of this!”

The guide led them toward a row of bright snowmobiles lined up against a backdrop of towering pines. Kylian’s excitement was palpable as he approached one of the machines, his hands brushing over its sleek design. “This is going to be amazing,” he said, looking back at Giselle with a grin.

After a brief safety briefing from their guide, Kylian helped Giselle onto the snowmobile, ensuring she was comfortably seated before climbing onto his own.

With a grin, he revved the engine, the sound rumbling beneath them. Giselle felt excitement coursing through her as she looked over at Kylian, adjusting his gloves with that familiar mix of focus and enthusiasm.

“Ready?” he called out, his voice barely audible over the roar of the engines.

“Yes!” she shouted, feeling the anticipation bubble within her.

With that, they took off, the snowmobiles gliding smoothly over the powdery surface. The wind whipped as Kylian and Giselle maneuvered, zipping through the trees and leaving a trail of fresh tracks behind them.

The thrill of the ride was intoxicating, and Giselle couldn't help but feel a deep sense of freedom as they sped through the winter wonderland. Kylian occasionally glanced at her, his smile infectious, and she felt her heart flutter each time their eyes met.

Switzerland was easily one of the most beautiful places Giselle had ever had the privilege of visiting; however, as the tour guide let them know they'd soon be heading back to base, she couldn't help but challenge Kylian to a race.

In the end, she emerged victorious, much to Kylian's amused disapproval. He was adamant she had only won because he had allowed her to.

“I let you win,” Kylian laughed, playfully pushing Giselle’s shoulder as they made their way into the resort's lounge, the snow crunching beneath their feet as they walked.

“A win is a win,” she smirked up at him, repeating what he'd told her when he won their race when he took her go-karting, a warmth pooling inside her as their eyes met.

“What’s my forfeit?” Kylian asked in amusement, holding open the door to the lodge so Giselle could enter first.

“I’ll decide over lunch,” Giselle smiled teasingly as they stepped into the warm lodge. A crackling fire on the far side of the room quickly eased the chill from their bones.

Kylian's hands found her hips, pulling her body back into his as he pushed his cold face into the warm crease of her neck, breathing in her sweet scent.

“You smell good,” he drawled into her ear, the light stubble on his chin tickling her neck as he pressed himself against her, the shapeliness of her ass impossible to ignore as she walked ahead of him.

"Thank you," Giselle murmured, leaning back into Kylian's embrace. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

Pulling away from Giselle as the guide trailing them on their tour entered the lodge, Kylian forced a casual smile, but the heat of the moment hung between them like a tangible thread. He watched as she turned to face the guide, her demeanor shifting seamlessly from playful flirtation to attentive guest.

“Thanks again for choosing our service,” the slightly greying man smiled as he removed his gloves to shake Kylian’s hand.

“Thank you for having us!” he responded enthusiastically, willing himself to focus on the guide and not how Giselle looked as she stood beside him.

After exchanging pleasantries about their afternoon exploring and the tour guide taking a picture with Kylian, they left the ski lodge and made their way to the car parked outside, waiting.

Pulling open the door for Giselle, Kylian stepped back, allowing her to enter first. Then, he slipped into the car and closed the door behind himself.

Giselle realized that Kylian wasn't like any other man she’d met. The world worked differently with him. It made sense for a man of his talent and celebrity to have the world at his fingertips, but to witness it was intriguing, to say the least.

Only a nod was shared between Kylian and the car's driver before they went to their next destination, a quaint restaurant around fifteen minutes from the lodge.

As they entered, Kylian's hand found the small of Giselle's back, guiding her through the dining room. The maître d' greeted them warmly, leading them to a secluded table by the window with a stunning view of the mountains.

Kylian pulled out Giselle's chair, his fingers brushing against her waist as she sat down. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "Have you decided on my punishment?" His voice was low and husky, sending a shiver down Giselle's spine.

She turned her head slightly, their faces inches apart. "Why does it have to be a punishment?" she asked, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “What if I just want something of you?”

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire as Giselle's words hung between them. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving hers. "Something of me?" he repeated, his voice low. "And what exactly did you have in mind?"

He reached out, his fingers brushing against her thigh beneath the table. The simple touch sent electricity coursing through Giselle's veins.

"I have a few ideas," Giselle murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned closer. "But let's order first,” she said, tilting her head toward an approaching waiter.

Kylian's pulse quickened at Giselle's words, his mind racing with possibilities. He signaled to a waiter and ordered a bottle of wine and some appetizers, his eyes never leaving Giselle's face.

As the waiter departed, Kylian leaned in, his voice low and intense. "I'm listening. Tell me what you want from me." His hand slid further up her thigh, his touch firm and possessive.

Giselle bit her lip, savoring the anticipation. "I want to forget everything and just be in the moment with you," she whispered, her voice laced with desire.

“How?” Kylian asked, his grip on her thigh tightening, his eyes blazing with lust.

“However you want,” Giselle replied, her breath catching as she felt the warmth of his hand through the fabric of her leggings. The restaurant was tranquil around them, and only an old couple at a nearby table was stirred from their intimate conversation, oblivious to the magnetic current flowing between Kylian and Giselle.

Kylian leaned even closer, the heat radiating from his body enveloping her. “What if I want you to give yourself to me?” he whispered, his voice a tantalizing promise.

Kylian's words sent a shiver down Giselle's spine, her heart racing at the implication. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I would give myself to you."

Just as Kylian opened his mouth to respond, their waiter returned, and another employee helped carry their drinks and appetizers to the table.

The exchange between Kylian and the two boys, who looked like they were in the latter years of their teens, was evident. They were fans of the football star and utterly oblivious to the intense moment they had interrupted.

“Thank you,” he smiled, winking knowingly at the two boys before they turned and walked away, leaving Kylian and Giselle alone again.

"I can only imagine what it's like to be in your shoes," Giselle said as she looked up at Kylian.

Giselle had experienced fame as an actress, albeit on a much smaller scale. She understood the allure and the pressure that accompanied it. But being near Kylian felt different; he was like a magnet, drawing her in with effortless charm and confidence.

“You know it's not as glamorous as it seems,” Kylian replied, his tone softening as he looked directly into her eyes. “But I appreciate it; I couldn't help anyone without it. I am thankful.”

Giselle couldn't help but smile at his words and the unguarded way he shared his feelings. His gaze was raw and honest as if he were exposing a part of himself to her.

She felt an unspoken connection swell between them as if the whole world outside their little bubble had faded.

“How do you deal with things?” Kylian asked, his voice low and sincere as he leaned in, narrowing the distance between their faces. The intensity in his eyes made Giselle’s heart race, amplifying the chemistry that pulsed in the air around them.

Although he hadn't met Giselle before crossing paths with her at Elise and Jules’ engagement party, he had been aware of her presence for a while. She was hard to miss.

He'd stumbled across her Instagram a few times and watched a few shows she had appeared in, but knowing her in person was an entirely different experience. He felt drawn to her spirit, confidence, and how she made even the simplest moments feel electrifying.

“It can be overwhelming at times,” Giselle admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, mirroring the softness of the muted ambiance around them. “I try to surround myself with genuine people and focus on my passions. That keeps me grounded.” She paused, allowing her gaze to flicker away momentarily, contemplating the weight of her words.

“But sometimes…” she continued, locking eyes with Kylian again, “sometimes it gets lonely. I think people forget that behind it all; I'm just trying to figure out life.”

Kylian's heart thudded in his chest, resonating with the honesty in Giselle's voice. He felt an overwhelming urge to reach out, comfort her, and let her know she wasn’t alone in her struggles. "I understand," he said softly, his thumb brushing lightly against her thigh. "People don't realize the weight that comes with expectations—especially when you’re in the spotlight."

The flickering candlelight caught the glimmer in her eyes, and for a moment, they shared the silence, a profound understanding passing between them. Kylian found himself mesmerized, captivated by her vulnerability.

Lunch went by entirely unrushed. It was rare that Kylian ever felt like a normal man, but sitting with Giselle as they dined while overlooking the Swiss Alps, he felt just that.

Leaning into Giselle, Kylian's lips found her neck as he breathed her in, savoring the moment. “Thank you for being here,” he murmured.

Giselle felt her breath hitch at Kylian's intimate gesture, the warmth of his lips sending a delightful thrill resonating through her. It was a bold move that made her heart race and cheeks flush. She turned her head slightly, just enough to glimpse his eyes filled with impenetrable desire and understanding.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The softness of the moment enveloped them in warmth against the icy backdrop outside.

Kylian pulled back, his gaze intent on hers. “Are you ready to get out of here?”

Giselle nodded, a flutter of excitement racing through her veins. "Absolutely."

Leaving the quaint restaurant, they stepped out into the crisp mountain air, the snow glistening beneath the midday sun. Kylian reached for her hand, their fingers intertwining naturally as if they had been meant to fit together all along. Giselle glanced up at him, a smile lighting her face, and for that instant, the world outside faded into an elegant blur—a mere backdrop to their shared moment.

As they walked, Kylian leaned closer, his voice a mere whisper. “What do you want to do next?” The warmth of his breath tickled her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the promise in his tone, an invitation to delve deeper into the essence of their connection.

Giselle paused for a heartbeat, her heart thrumming with anticipation. “Whatever you want to do,” she said, her voice playful yet sincere, confidence radiating from her as she gazed up at him.

“I can't do what I want to do in public,” Kylian smirked.

“Then take me back to the house,” Giselle murmured, her voice taking a seductive edge.

Kylian's grip tightened on Giselle's hand as he led her back to the car, his mind racing with possibilities. The drive back to the luxurious chalet was filled with a palpable tension, the air thick with unspoken desires. Kylian's eyes flicked to Giselle's legs, bare and tempting beneath her dress, and he felt a surge of heat course through him.

As they entered the chalet, Kylian pulled Giselle close, his hands roaming over her curves. "I want you," he growled, his voice low and husky. "Right here, right now."

Giselle gasped as Kylian's lips crashed against hers, his kiss demanding and passionate. She melted into his embrace, her hands gripping his clothes as she pressed herself against him. The heat between them was intense and consuming, and she desperately needed to be closer to him.

Kylian's hands slid down to Giselle's hips, lifting her effortlessly as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Kicking off his shoes, Kylian walked Giselle further into the house, bypassing the living room and heading straight to the bedroom.

He was desperate to get his hands on her, to lay her down and taste her.

Kylian gently laid Giselle down on the plush bed, his eyes dark with desire as he hovered over her. He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a lust-filled kiss that left her breathless. His hands roamed her body, caressing every curve and contour as if committing them to memory.

"Kylian," Giselle breathed, arching into his touch. She could feel the heat building between her legs, an ache that only he could satisfy.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and collarbone as his hands worked on peeling her bottoms from her legs. "Tell me what you want," he murmured against her skin. "Tell me how you want me to touch you."

Giselle's hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin through his clothes. "I don't care; just have me," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "I want to feel everything.”

Kylian groaned, his control slipping.

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire as he listened to Giselle's plea. He wanted to savor every moment, to draw out her pleasure until she was begging for release. But the urgency in her voice, the way her body arched beneath his touch, made it impossible to hold back.

With a growl, he captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep as his hands roamed her body. He tugged at her dress, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. She was left in nothing but a lace bra and panties, her skin flushed and glowing in the soft light of the room.

Kylian took a moment to admire her, his gaze trailing over her curves like a physical caress. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "I could look at you forever."

But there was no time for words, not when the heat between them burned out of control.

Kylian's hands slid up Giselle's sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts as he unhooked her bra with deft fingers. She gasped as the lace fell away, her nipples hardening in the cool air. He leaned down, capturing one peak in his mouth and sucking gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

Giselle's back arched off the bed, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him against her. "Kylian," she breathed, the sound of his name on her lips like a prayer. "Please..."

He released her nipple with a pop, blowing cool air across the wet skin. "Please what, ma chérie?" he murmured, his lips trailing kisses across her chest to her other breast. "Tell me what you need."

His hand slid down her stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. He paused, waiting for her permission, his eyes locked on hers.

“Use me,” she whimpered. “Please.”

Kylian's eyes flashed with a primal hunger at Giselle's words. "Fuck," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "You have no idea what you do to me."

With a swift motion, he tore her panties aside, the delicate ripping slightly due to his strength. His fingers found her center, slipping easily through her wet folds. "So wet for me already," he murmured, his thumb circling her clit. "You're so fucking perfect."

Giselle moaned, her hips lifting off the bed as she sought more of his touch, desperate for him. "Kylian, please," she begged, her voice thick with need.

He obliged her, pressing two fingers deep into her tight pussy. "Like this?" he asked, his voice a teasing whisper as he pumped his fingers inside of her, curving them as he sucked her clit between his lips.

Kylian's fingers moved expertly inside Giselle, his thumb pressing against her clit in a rhythm that had her writhing beneath him. He could feel her walls tightening around his fingers, her body tensing as she neared the edge.

"That's it, ma chérie," he murmured against her skin, his voice vibrating through her. "Come for me. I want to taste it."

His fingers curled deeper, hitting that spot inside he’d come to claim as his. Giselle cried out, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm crashed over her. Kylian continued to pump his fingers, drawing out her pleasure until she was trembling as her thighs squeezed shut around his head.

Kylian's eyes were dark with desire as he watched Giselle come undone beneath him. The sight of her, lost in ecstasy, was almost enough to make him lose control. He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his lips and sucking her juices clean with a groan.

Placing his hand on the back of Giselle’s neck, Kylian lifted her from the bed so he could kiss her, slipping his tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself, his free hands drawing her arousal from her entrance to her clit and back again.

Kylian's hand tangled in Giselle's hair, gripping it tightly as he passionately kissed her. His other hand continued to tease her, drawing out her pleasure as he explored her mouth with his tongue.

"You taste so fucking good," he murmured against her lips, his voice husky with desire. "I could eat you out for hours and never get enough."

He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath coming in short gasps as he struggled to maintain control. Giselle's hands roamed over his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles through his shirt.

"I want you in my mouth," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Please, Kylian."

Kylian groaned, his dominion snapping at her words. He stood abruptly, shedding his clothes with lightning speed.

Giselle sat up on her knees, crawling to the edge of the bed to she could take his cock into her hand, her eyes on his, and her tongue darted from her mouth.

Kylian's breath faltered as he felt Giselle's warm tongue swipe across the head of his cock, collecting the bead of precum that had formed there. His hand tangled in her hair, gripping tightly as he watched her with hooded eyes.

"That's it, ma chérie," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly with desire. "Take it in your mouth. Show me how much you want me."

Giselle opened her mouth wider, wrapping her lips around the head of Kylian's cock and sucking gently. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip, savoring the salty taste of his arousal. Slowly, she began to take him deeper, inch by inch, until he hit the back of her throat.

Kylian groaned, his head falling back as he felt Giselle's warm mouth envelop him. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good,"

His hips bucked forward involuntarily, driving his cock deeper into her throat. Giselle gagged slightly, but relaxed her throat, allowing him to slide even further in.

"Swallow it, take it all," Kylian growled, his grip on her hair tightening as he began to thrust into her mouth. "Fuck, you look so beautiful with my cock in your throat."

He seta fierce pace, fucking her face with abandon. Giselle's eyes watered, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to breathe through her nose. But she didn't pull away, instead relaxing into the sensation and letting Kylian use her mouth for his pleasure.

Kylian's grip on Giselle's hair tightened as he felt his orgasm building, before he released his grip and pulled his cock from her mouth, groaning in awe at the sight of himself dripping with her thick saliva.

Kylian's chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, his eyes locked on Giselle's swollen, glistening lips. The sight of her, marked by his pleasure, sent a surge of primal satisfaction through him.

"Come here," he growled, pulling her up and onto the bed. He pushed her back against the pillows, settling himself between her thighs.

His hand slid up her body, cupping her breast possessively. "I'm going to fuck you," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Until you're screaming my name."

Giselle's heart raced at Kylian's words, her body aching with need. She spread her legs wider, inviting him in. "Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Please, Kylian. I need you."

Kylian aligned himself with her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her.

Kylian's eyes locked with Giselle's as he slowly pushed forward, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside her. A low groan escaped his lips at the feel of her tight heat enveloping him.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he murmured, his voice strained with effort as he held himself still, allowing her to adjust to his size. "So fucking perfect."

Giselle's nails dug into Kylian's shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer. "Move," she begged, her hips lifting to meet his. "Please, Kylian. I need you to fuck me."

With a growl, Kylian began to thrust, his hips snapping forward in a steady rhythm. He started slow, building a pace that had Giselle gasping and moaning beneath him. But soon, he was pounding into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

Kylian's thrusts grew harder, faster, his body slamming into hers with a force that shook the bed. Giselle's cries of pleasure echoed off the walls, mixing with Kylian's own grunts and groans.

"Look at me," he demanded, his hand gripping her chin and forcing her gaze to his. "I want to see your eyes when I fuck you."

Giselle's eyes locked with Kylian's, her pupils dilated with desire. She could feel him in her stomach as he consumed her body and claimed it as his own.

Kylian's thrusts grew more intense, his hips snapping forward with a fierce urgency. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, punctuated by Giselle's cries of pleasure and Kylian's guttural groans.

"Fuck, Giselle," he growled, his voice strained with effort. "You feel so good. So fucking tight around my cock."

His hand slid between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit and circling it in tight, deliberate strokes. Giselle's back arched off the bed, her nails raking down Kylian's back as she felt her orgasm building.

"That's it, ma chérie," Kylian murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Come for me. I want to feel you squeeze my cock as you come apart."

Giselle's body tensed, her legs tightening around Kylian's waist as her orgasm crashed over her.

A scream tore from Giselle's throat as her climax hit her like a tidal wave, her inner walls clamping down around Kylian's throbbing cock. Stars burst behind her eyelids as she rode out the intense pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Kylian groaned, his thrusts slowing as he allowed Giselle to ride out her orgasm before pulling out of her and flipping her onto her stomach, lifting her hips to create a perfect arch in her spine.

Kylian positioned himself behind Giselle, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he guided his stillhard cock back into her dripping pussy. He groaned at the feeling of her tight walls enveloping him once more, her body still trembling from her intense orgasm.

"You're still so tight," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear as he began to thrust slowly, savoring the feeling of her heat surrounding him. "I could stay inside you forever."

Giselle moaned, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts. She could feel every inch of him as he moved in and out of her, his thickness stretching her deliciously.

Kylian's pace quickened, his hips slamming against her ass as he drove into her with a fierce intensity. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with her cries of pleasure and his guttural groans.

Giselle lay with her chest pressed into the plush sheets; her ass tooted up as she took every last inch of Kylian; her panties stretched and pulled aside as he watched himself disappear, fucking her into the bed.

Kylian's grip tightened on Giselle's hips as he felt his own orgasm building, his thrusts becoming more erratic and forceful. "Fuck, Giselle," he growled, his voice strained with pleasure. "I'm going to come."

He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her upright so that her back was flush against his chest. His other hand slid up to cup her breast, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipple as he continued to thrust into her from behind.

"Please," Giselle gasped, her head falling back onto his shoulder.

Kylian's hips stuttered, his cock throbbing as he spilled himself deep inside Giselle's pussy. A loud groan tore from his throat as he emptied himself into her, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her body against his.

As Kylian's orgasm subsided, he slowly withdrew from Giselle, his softening cock slipping out of her with a wet squelch. He turned her around to face him, his eyes intense as he looked at her.

"That was perfect," he murmured, his hands sliding down to grip her ass as he pulled her to lay down on top of him. "You're amazing, Giselle."

Giselle was completely sated as she lay in bed with Kylian, her head resting on his firm chest as her body hummed with the remains of a powerful orgasm.

She could still feel the stretch of him, the depth of his cock.

Giselle let out a breath she had been holding as he raised her leg over his hip, hissing as she felt his fingertips ghost over her entrance.

“Baby, be gentle,” she whispered, her voice barely reaching his ear as she tucked her face into his neck and kissed it.

Taking heed, Kylian's touch was slow and featherlight as he circled her swollen entrance with the tip of his finger, slowly easing it inside of her.

Kylian's breath hitched as he felt Giselle's warmth envelop his finger. He savored the sensation, his own desire stirring once more. "Gentle, I promise," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

His finger moved slowly, exploring her depths with care. He could feel her muscles fluttering around him, still sensitive from their intense lovemaking. Kylian's other hand caressed her thigh, his touch gentle yet possessive.

"Look at me, Giselle," he commanded softly, tilting her chin with his thumb. His eyes burned with intensity as they met hers. "I want to see your face when I make you feel good."

He added another finger, stretching her slowly as he watched her expression. His face was a mask of concentration and desire, focused solely on pleasuring her. "Tell me that when you get home you will still be mine,”

Kylian knew what he was asking of her, he understood the magnitude of his request, but he wanted her so fucking bad.

International break was over within a matter of days, he would be heading back to Madrid while she returned home to Los Angeles, but he didn't care about the distance, plans could be made.

He wanted her.

“I…I can’t,” Giselle whimpered, her eyes brimming with tears.

“You can, I'm not letting you go.”

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

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 10

Following his intense confrontation with Vinicius during training the previous day, Kylian couldn't have asked for a more opportune moment than the two days off that lay ahead. The physical and mental exhaustion from the altercation didn't weigh heavily on him, but the break felt like a much-needed refuge from the pressures of the game.

Stirring from his sleep, Kylian let out a groan as he rolled over, reaching for Giselle.

Kylian's eyes blinked open as his hand landed on the empty space beside him, his heart sinking momentarily at the realization that she wasn’t there. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the room and casting shadows on the walls, but it couldn’t fill the void she had left behind. The sheets still carried her lingering scent, a mixture of floral and something uniquely her—a comfort amidst the absence.

With a stretch, Kylian swung his legs over the side of the bed, letting his feet touch the cool floor. He pushed away the thoughts of yesterday's altercation with Vinicius, focusing instead on the promise of the day ahead. The two days off felt like an open canvas, each moment a chance to relax and recharge.

Sliding on a pair of shorts before heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth, he left the bedroom and made his way toward the kitchen. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air—a signal that Giselle had probably been awake for a while.

As he turned the corner into the kitchen, he found her standing by the coffee maker, dressed in his oversized sweatshirt, her hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. The sight of her immediately chased away any residual tension from the previous day.

"Good morning," she said softly, turning toward him with a warm smile that ignited a flutter in his chest.

"Morning," he replied, his voice still thick with sleep but his eyes eager, taking in the way the sweatshirt fabric hugged her frame just right. "I thought I’d find you here."

"I got up early but didn't want to wake you. I figured you needed the extra sleep after turning into The Hulk at training yesterday, and you looked adorable," she teased, pouring him a cup.

Kylian smirked, accepting the steaming mug from her hand. Placing it down, he wrapped an arm around Giselle's waist and walked her backward into the counter behind.

The warmth of the coffee cup faded as his attention shifted entirely to her, the teasing banter between them morphing into something unspoken but electric. Kylian’s heart raced as he pressed his body against hers, the soft surface of the counter molding to their forms. He could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breath, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief, and that alluring smile.

"We are going shopping today," he smirked knowingly, lowering his voice to a husky whisper, "I want to spoil you.”

“What if I don't want to be spoiled?” Giselle asked playfully, a teasing glint in her eye.

Kylian leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "Who said it was your decision?" he murmured, a blend of confidence and charm.

Giselle tilted her head, pretending to ponder his words. "You do make a valid point," she admitted, a smile creeping onto her lips.

With that, Kylian captured her lips with his, a soft yet urgent kiss communicating the intensity he felt bubbling beneath the surface.

It started as a gentle exploration, their lips connecting in a dance of warmth and familiarity, each moment making the sensation deeper. Kylian’s hands found their way to the small of her back, urging her closer as if he could absorb her essence into him. Giselle responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him in as if to erase the distance between them.

Lifting Giselle as if she were weightless, Kylian walked her out of the kitchen and back upstairs, forgoing his bedroom and entering the ensuite bathroom.

“Arms up,” he commanded playfully, his voice low and teasing.

Giselle's brows arched with feigned reluctance, but the spark in her eyes betrayed her excitement. She lifted her arms, and Kylian wasted no time, tugging at the sweatshirt to pull it over her head, revealing her bare skin beneath. The sight of her, illuminated by the morning light, took his breath away, a perfect juxtaposition of innocence and allure.

“Wow,” Kylian breathed, allowing his eyes to trace the contours of her body before settling on her gaze. “You’re beautiful.”

Giselle smiled shyly but confidently, the compliment igniting a blush on her cheeks. “Thank you.”

“Yo're welcome,” hs replied, stepping closer until their bodies almost touched. The heat radiating from her skin mingled with the warmth of his own, creating a charged atmosphere that made his heart race.

“Are you going to let me spoil you, or do I have to fuck you into submission?” Kylian smirked, his voice dropping an octave, the playful tease blending with a more primal intensity.

Giselle's breath hitched at the words, her heartbeat quickening as she met his gaze—bold, challenging, and infused with an undeniable hunger that mirrored her own. She loved this side of him, the way he effortlessly transitioned between tender affection and this raw, confident energy that stirred something deep inside her.

“Both,” she replied, a sultry lilt in her tone as she stepped closer, closing the remaining distance between them.

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire at Giselle's response, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that spoke volumes about his intentions. His hands roamed her body, tracing the curves and contours as if committing them to memory.

"Both it is," he murmured against her lips, his voice husky with need. With a swift motion, he lifted her onto the bathroom counter, stepping between her legs and pressing his body against hers.

Giselle gasped at the sudden movement, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. The cool marble beneath her contrasted sharply with the heat of Kylian's body, sending shivers down her spine. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, eager to feel every inch of him.

Kylian's hands slid down to her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he ground against her.

His lips trailed a path of fire down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he left a trail of kisses and bites. Giselle arched into him, her head falling back to give him better access. His hands continued their exploration, one sliding up to cup her breast while the other dipped between her legs, finding her already wet and ready.

"Fuck, you're so perfect for me," Kylian groaned, his fingers slipping inside her easily. Giselle moaned, her hips bucking against his hand as he worked her expertly. He added a third finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.

"Kylian!" Giselle gasped, her voice breathy and needy.

“What?” he snarled lustfully, curving his fingers as their eyes met.

"Have me," Giselle pleaded, her voice trembling with desire. She needed him inside her, needed to feel him filling her completely. The ache between her legs was becoming unbearable, and she knew only Kylian could satisfy it.

Kylian's eyes flashed with a primal hunger at her plea. Without hesitation, he helped her down from the counter, turning her away from him and leaning her over it, their lust-driven reflections staring back at them.

Kylian's hands gripped her hips tightly as he positioned himself behind her. He could feel her warmth radiating against him, teasing him, urging him closer. With a deep breath, he slowly pushed inside, inch by inch, savoring the sensation of her tight walls enveloping him.

"Oh god, Giselle," he groaned, his head falling forward as he bottomed out, fully sheathed within her. She felt incredible, as if she were made just for him. He paused for a moment, giving them both time to adjust to the intense feeling of connection.

Giselle's fingers dug into the marble countertop, her knuckles turning white as she struggled to maintain control, completely in awe of their reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Kylian's eyes locked with Giselle's in the mirror, a fierce intensity burning between them. He began to move, slowly at first, his hips rolling in a sensual rhythm that had Giselle gasping with each thrust. His hands tightened on her hips, pulling her back to meet his movements, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the bathroom.

"You feel so fucking good," Kylian growled, his pace quickening. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips finding the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. He sucked and bit at the skin, marking her as his.

Giselle pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. The pleasure was overwhelming, building with each movement, each touch. She could feel the pressure coiling inside her, threatening to consume her entirely.

"Harder," she demanded, her voice barely recognizable. "Fuck me harder, Kylian."

Kylian's response was a guttural groan, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. He pounded into her, the counter shaking beneath them with the force of his movements.

Kylian's eyes flashed with a primal hunger at Giselle's plea. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he obliged, slamming into her with a force that stole the breath from her lungs. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of their passion—skin slapping against skin, ragged breaths, and muffled cries of pleasure.

"Yes, fuck!" Giselle screamed, her body trembling as she neared the edge. Kylian's thrusts were relentless, hitting that perfect spot inside her that made her see stars behind her eyelids. She could feel her release building, the pressure intensifying with each movement.

"Not yet," Kylian commanded, his voice strained with his own impending orgasm. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and circling it firmly. "Tell me you are mine to spoil and do as I please.”

Giselle's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking with Kylian's in the mirror. His command sent a shiver down her spine, the dominance in his voice both intimidating and incredibly arousing. She could feel her body responding, her walls tightening around him as if trying to pull him deeper.

"I'm yours," she gasped, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "To spoil, to fuck, to do whatever you want with. I'm yours, Kylian."

A fierce grin spread across Kylian's face at Giselle's submission. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Good girl."

His fingers moved faster on her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her hurtling towards the edge. At the same time, he increased his pace, his hips slamming against hers with a force that bordered on painful, but Giselle welcomed it. She wanted to feel him, wanted the reminder of his possession.

"Kylian!" Giselle cried, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her. Waves of pleasure washed through her, each one more intense than the last.

Kylian followed soon after, his own release ripping through him with a ferocity that left him breathless. He buried himself deep inside Giselle, his body shuddering as he filled her with his warmth. The sensation of her walls pulsing around him, milking every last drop, was exquisite.

For a moment, they remained still, their chests heaving as they caught their breath. Kylian's arms wrapped around Giselle, holding her close as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck. He pressed a gentle kiss to her skin, a stark contrast to the intense passion of moments before.

"I feel..." Giselle started, her voice weak and trembling. She couldn't find the words to describe what had just happened between them. It was more than just sex—it was a claiming, a marking, a declaration of possession.

"Amazing," Kylian finished for her, his voice soft and content. He slowly withdrew from her, his arms tightening around her waist as he turned her to face him. His eyes searched hers, a tenderness in their depths that belied the intensity of their tryst.

Giselle leaned into him, her head resting against his chest.

“Shower,” Kylian murmured as he led her sated body over to the spacious glass shower stall, the steam already beginning to curl in the air. He turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was just right—a gentle spray warming the tiles beneath their feet.

As the water cascaded down, Kylian stepped back slightly, allowing the droplets to gather on Giselle’s skin, making her glow in the soft light of the bathroom. She leaned against the cool wall, relishing the warmth enveloping her, while Kylian moved behind her, his hands sliding over her wet body.

With careful precision, he captured a handful of shampoo, lathering it into his palms before working it into her hair with firm yet gentle strokes. The sensation sent shivers racing down Giselle’s spine, a pleasing contrast to the earlier intensity. The sweet, earthy scent of citrus mingled with the warm steam, creating a heady mix that filled the air around them.

"You're so beautiful like this," Kylian whispered, his fingers massaging her scalp, as he pulled her hair aside to lean in closer. The warm water cascaded over their bodies, mingling with their laughter and soft, intimate whispers.

She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch as he worked meticulously through her hair. "I could get used to this kind of spoiling," she replied, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

Kylian's fingers moved from her hair to her shoulders, rubbing small circles into her skin as he worked his way down her spine. "Just wait until I spoil you with more than just a shower," he murmured against her ear, his breath warm and inviting.

As he pressed his body closer, the heat between them ignited once more. Kylian’s hands wandered lower, cupping the curve of her waist before gliding down to her hips. The gentle touch reminded her of the fire that still simmered beneath their playful banter, waiting to be reignited.

Giselle turned to face him, the water streaming over both of them, glistening on their skin. She took a moment to appreciate the way he looked against the soft glow of the water, his body toned and powerful, radiating a mix of confidence and vulnerability.

"You said you wanted to spoil me," she said, stepping into him, her skin brushing against his, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. "Why?"

Kylian's eyes darkened with mischief, a smirk dancing on his lips as he leaned in, capturing her chin between his fingers. "Because you deserve to be, and if I am being honest, spoiling you is just as much a treat for me. I like putting a smile on your face, haven't you noticed?”

A heat blossomed in Giselle’s chest at his words, an intoxicating mix of affection and desire. She searched his eyes, wanting to dive deeper into the connection they shared. "You have a way of making everything feel special," she admitted softly.

“It’s not me, it’s you,” Kylian murmured before his lips were back on hers, igniting a spark that spread through her entire being. The warmth of his mouth on hers was electric, an undeniable chemistry that seemed to pulse in the very air around them.

Once they were done in the shower, Kylian and Giselle stepped out, the steam curling around their bodies like a comforting embrace. The bathroom mirrored their playful banter from earlier, now laced with the warmth of shared intimacy.

As they reached for towels, Kylian wrapped one around Giselle's shoulders, his fingers lingering along her skin. He enjoyed the soft texture of her damp hair against his chest. "What's next on our agenda, my spoiled princess?" he asked, amusement dancing in his deep voice.

Giselle narrowed her eyes playfully, a smirk tugging at her lips. "This was your idea, and by the looks of things, Madrid is your city, so lead the way," she teased.

With a confident grin, Kylian stepped back to admire her once more, the towel barely clinging to her curves as water dripped from her skin, glistening in the sunlight that filtered through the bathroom window.

They each took a moment to dry off, laughter punctuating the air as Kylian couldn’t resist stealing glances at Giselle, as they got dressed in preparation for the day ahead.

When they were both clothed, they made their way back downstairs to the kitchen, their cups of coffee now cold and forgotten on the kitchen counter.

Giselle took it upon herself to clean up what little mess she had made, putting things back into their rightful place as Kylian watched her move around his space freely, like she belonged.

“Melissa and Jirès are coming over with the children for dinner,” Kylian explained, watching as Giselle smile widened at the mentions of kids.

“They have children?” she asked curiously.

“Yes, my niece and nephew Isabella and Isayah,” Kylian confirmed, waving Giselle over so he could show her pictures of them on his phone.

Giselle leaned against the counter, her heart swelling at the clips of joy captured on Kylian's phone. The innocence of the children—Isabella’s bright, curious eyes and Isayah’s mischievous grin—made her smile widen even more. She swiped through the photos, feeling a warmth blossom inside her at the thought of being around them.

“They’re adorable,” she said, glancing up at Kylian, who was watching her with a soft expression. “Do you spend much time with them?”

“Whenever I can,” he replied, a glimmer of pride shining in his eyes. “They keep me grounded. Plus, I’m the fun uncle, so I have to keep my reputation.”

Giselle laughed, her heart fluttering at the affectionate way Kylian spoke about his family. “I bet you’re the best uncle. I can totally picture you having them running around and causing chaos.”

“When they are with me, they can do whatever they want.” Kylian's eyes sparkled with mischief as he recounted memories of days spent with Isabella and Isayah. Giselle could see his expression's warmth and how he cherished those moments.

“I get it; it’s the same with my nieces.” she laughed, leaning closer to him. She reached into her pocket to pull out her phone, swiping through her camera roll until she landed on a picture of herself and the three little girls.

“They all look just like you,” Kylian remarked, his gaze softening as he looked at the image of Giselle with the children. The laughter and joy captured in that moment radiated from the screen, echoing a warmth filling the kitchen.

“They are a handful,” Giselle replied with a chuckle, her eyes sparkling as she remembered their playful antics. “But they’re my world. I adore every chaotic minute.”

Giselle’s focus remained on Kylian, who leaned against the kitchen island with an easy confidence. He was striking in his casual attire, the hint of muscle in his arms evident as he crossed them over his chest.

“I can definitely see you being the fun aunt,” he said, grinning at her. “I think you’d be amazing with them.”

“Awww, thank you! I really hope to be a bigger part of their lives as they grow,” Giselle replied, her heart swelling at Kylian’s approval.

Kylian stepped closer, placing a hand on her shoulder, as he continued to look at the images of her with the little girls, who shared striking similarities with their aunt.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked as the moment lingered between them, charged with unspoken emotions.

Giselle nodded, a sparkle of excitement reflecting in her eyes. “Absolutely! Let’s go spoil me.”

Following Kylian through his house and into his garage, Giselle watched as Kylian stepped past the sleek black Maybach he frequented and pulled the protective cover off of another that sat closer to the ground to reveal a silver Lamborghini Revuelto.

Kylian looked back at her with a mischievous grin, making Giselle’s heart race. “What do you think? Feeling spoiled yet?”

“Wow,” Giselle breathed, her eyes wide in awe as she approached the car. “This is…” she paused, searching for the right word but finding none that could capture the beauty of it. “Beautiful!”

“It’s fun to drive, and I figured if we’re spoiling you today, we might as well do it in style.” Kylian’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he tossed her the keys.

“You’re handing me the keys?” Giselle said, her heart racing with a mix of thrill and nerves.

Kylian chuckled, a playful gleam in his eyes. “You will be fine. Just follow my lead, and enjoy the ride. Besides, I have insurance for a reason.”

With a teasing glare, she caught the keys in her palm, feeling their weight like a promise of adventure.

Giselle couldn't help but place her hand on Kylian's cheek, bringing him closer for a kiss. "You have thought of everything today, haven’t you?”

“Just trying to impress you.” Kylian flashed a charming smile that sent warmth rushing through her veins. “Now, let's hit the road before I change my mind.”

Giselle slid into the driver’s seat with an energetic nod, adjusting herself in the luxurious leather as Kylian settled into the passenger seat beside her.

Typing their destination into the car's navigation system, Giselle felt a sudden wave of excitement ignite within her. The engine roared to life, vibrating under her fingertips as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her heart racing.

“You ready?” Kylian asked, leaning back, his relaxed demeanor only enhancing the thrill in the air.

“As I’ll ever be!” she replied, a confident smile spreading across her face.

With a sharp intake of breath, she pressed the gas pedal, the Lamborghini surging forward with a powerful growl. Giselle felt the rush of adrenaline course through her, her senses heightened by the speed and the exhilarating freedom of the open road ahead.

“Just remember to ease into the curves,” Kylian advised, his tone playful but serious enough to keep her focused. “And enjoy the ride.”

Giselle nodded, adjusting her driving as they ventured deeper into the city. The sun shone brightly, illuminating the streets and the laughter of people passing by. She couldn’t help but flash a grin at Kylian, who was clearly enjoying himself as much as she was.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it,” she said as she navigated a sharp curve with surprising grace, the car obediently responding to her commands.

“You’re a natural!” Kylian cheered, the excitement in his voice only spurring her on. They passed vibrant storefronts and bustling cafes, each moment feeling alive with possibility. “We are almost at our first stop.”

As a man and his celebrity, Kylian couldn't partake in certain activities in the way that other people could.

Things like shopping worked a little differently for him. The experience was brought to him, and on this particular occasion, shopping came in the form of an office on the very top floor of a luxury high-rise, overlooking the stunning skyline of Madrid. Giselle felt the thrill of anticipation coursing through her as they navigated through the city, eager to experience this unique shopping arrangement Kylian had set up.

Pulling up to the building, Kylian shut off the engine and turned to Giselle, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Ready?”

“Absolutely,” she replied, returning his energy with a radiant grin. Kylian combined charisma and charm, transforming what could be an ordinary outing into a day of adventure.

They stepped out of the car, and before they even reached the entrance, a well-dressed attendant greeted them with a knowing smile. “Mr. Mbappé, it’s great to see you again. We have everything prepared for your visit.”

Kylian nodded, exuding confidence as he placed a hand on the small of Giselle's back, guiding her inside. The lobby was stunning, marble floors gleaming beneath crystal chandeliers, and she couldn’t help but feel a little star-struck at the entire atmosphere—like stepping into a world reserved for the elite.

Once inside the elevator, Kylian pressed the button for the top floor, and as the doors slid shut, he turned to her with an anticipatory smile.

Giselle had experienced personal shopping before, but nothing of the magnitude in which Kylian had set up for her. The air was filled with a mingling of excitement and nervousness as they ascended, and she found herself stealing glances at Kylian, who radiated confidence and charm.

When the elevator doors opened, they were met with a private suite that took her breath away. The expansive room was filled with racks of the latest designer collections, shoes lined up neatly on shelves, and a plush seating area adorned with luxurious fabrics. Natural light poured in through floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a panoramic view of the Madrid skyline.

“Welcome to your personal shopping experience,” Kylian announced with a flourish, a proud grin stretching across his face. “I hope you’re prepared to be spoiled.”

Giselle could hardly find her voice as she stepped into the room. “This is incredible, Kylian. I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

“I wanted to do something special for you,” he said, his eyes glistening with sincerity.

As she wandered deeper into the room, Giselle felt like a child in a candy store, her heart racing at the sight of the stunning outfits and accessories. She ran her fingers over the exquisite fabrics, each one promising to complement her in a way she had only dreamed of.

The personal shopper—a chic woman named Sofia—stepped forward with a warm smile. “Hello, Giselle! Kylian has informed me of your style preferences, and I’ve curated a selection just for you. Let’s make this a memorable experience!”

Before she could blink, Sofia began presenting outfits, describing each piece with excitement. Giselle found herself trying on a series of stunning dresses, each one more breathtaking than the last. After slipping on a silk gown that hugged her curves perfectly, she stepped out to show Kylian.

“Wow,” he breathed, his eyes sparkling with admiration. “You look perfect.”

Giselle beamed, feeling confident and beautiful under his gaze. “Thank you! This dress feels like it was made for me.”

Kylian walked around her, appreciating every angle. “It definitely shows off everything I enjoy about you.” The way he said it sent a thrill through her, adding to the warm haze of excitement surrounding their shopping experience.

The playful banter continued as Giselle tried on outfit after outfit, Kylian offering compliments and teasing remarks. After several rounds of trying things on, she settled on a couple of dresses, a chic top-and-skirt combo, and some stunning heels—all of which Kylian insisted on purchasing for her.

When the shopping was finally coming to an end, Giselle felt a mix of satisfaction and disbelief. “Thank you for an amazing day.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Kylian teased, giving her a conspiratorial wink. “We still have one more surprise.”

He led her out of the office, back into the elevator, and this time, taking the keys so he could drive over to his jeweler.

As the elevator doors slid shut behind them, Giselle's eyes sparkled with curiosity. Kylian glanced at her with a playful grin, clearly enjoying her anticipation. "We’re going to pick out something truly special," he said, his tone teasing yet earnest. “One of my favorite things.”

The ride felt longer than before, with the excitement buzzing in the air like static electricity. Giselle couldn't help but wonder what Kylian had in mind. She had thoroughly enjoyed the shopping spree so far, but the thought of picking out jewelry filled her with intrigue. Maybe it was just a fun trinket or a meaningful piece. Whatever it was, she was ready for the surprise.

When they arrived at the jeweler, an elegantly designed boutique nestled in the heart of Madrid, Kylian led her inside with that same confident demeanor that made her heart flutter. The space was adorned with shimmering displays filled with exquisite pieces, each one more breathtaking than the last.

"Welcome, Mr. Mbappé!" A polished woman greeted them warmly, and Giselle was taken aback by how the staff immediately rushed to Kylian’s assistance. The other locked the door of the store before pulling down the shutter. "We have what you requested.”

Guiding Giselle and Kylian into the back of the store, the well-dressed woman led them into a back office where an array of watches were laid out.

“Here we are,” she said, her tone smooth and professional. “Take your time to look through our selection of Audemars Piguet watches. Each piece is a masterpiece.”

Giselle's eyes widened as she took in the splendor of the meticulously arranged watches. The gleaming metals and sparkling details seemed to draw her closer as if each piece was calling out to her. There was an air of exclusivity that made her heart race—this was no ordinary shopping trip.

Kylian stepped forward, his excitement palpable. “I want you to try on a few. We’ll narrow it down to the one that speaks to you the most.”

“Are you sure this is okay?” Giselle asked, her voice barely above a whisper, still feeling the weight of Kylian’s generosity.

“I wanted to give you one when we were in Switzerland, but I didn't get the chance to,” he revealed, making her heart skip a beat. “Choose one,” Kylian smirked as he glanced down at the three dainty watches on Giselle's petite wrist, each one the price of a small family home. Or get all three.”

“Kylian, this is crazy,” she said, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looked at the extravagant timepieces. Each watch sparkled in the light, their faces adorned with intricate designs and precious gems that seemed to whisper luxury.

“Crazy?” Kylian raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “This is just a small token of my appreciation for the time you’ve spent with me, and the time we will spend together.”

Giselle shook her head, a mix of amusement and disbelief dancing in her chest. “You really don’t have to do this. I’ve enjoyed my time here without the need for gifts,” she replied, attempting to resist the allure of his generosity.

“I want to,” Kylian insisted, stepping closer. His warm presence enveloped her, making her pulse quicken. “Let me.”

“This one,” Giselle said barely above a whisper, her finger smoothing over the detailing of the gold watch that had caught her eye. The delicate face was encrusted with tiny diamonds, and the intricate craftsmanship spoke to the time and care that had gone into making it—a reflection of Kylian’s own attention to detail.

Kylian's gaze softened as he leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with delight. “A great choice.” He turned to the jeweler, who had been watching intently. “We’ll take this one.”

As the jeweler delicately removed the watch from her wrist, Giselle felt a swell of emotions. This wasn’t just a watch; it was a symbol of the uniquely intense connection she shared with Kylian. A connection that held no names or titles, but as real as the watch the being placed into its box.

Once the transaction was complete, Kylian took Giselle's hand and led her out of the boutique, a triumphant grin lighting up his features. He could see the mix of emotions playing across her face—from surprise to joy and a hint of disbelief.

“What is on your mind?” Kylian asked when they were settled back into his car.

Giselle leaned back in her seat, the luxurious leather framing her as she glanced at the watch resting on her wrist. Its gleam was a perfect reflection of the day’s unfolding adventures. “Just… all this,” she said softly, her heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and wonder. I’ve never experienced anything like it.”

Kylian shot her a sidelong glance, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “You deserve it.” His voice, filled with genuine affection, sent a shiver down her spine.

She chuckled lightly, appreciating the way he could transform her apprehension into excitement. “You really know how to spoil someone.”

“I try,” he said with a wink, revving the engine as they pulled out of the parking lot. The streets of Madrid whirred by in a blur, colors, and sounds blending into a delightful tapestry.

When they arrived back at Kylian’s house, a sleek black Range Rover sat parked on his driveway. He turned to Giselle with a knowing smile as he slowly drove past the car and into the garage.

“Are you ready to meet my favorite people?” Kylian asked, his smile wide as he shifted the car into park. The excitement in his voice matched the glint in his eyes, a mixture of pride and affection. Giselle felt a flutter in her chest at the prospect of meeting his niece and nephew. It was a significant moment, a connection that reached beyond their playful banter and intimate encounters.

“Absolutely!” she replied, her heart racing.

As they stepped out of the car, Giselle could feel her excitement building. Kylian led the way, his strides long and confident, and she followed closely, a smile blooming on her face. Together, they entered the house, the warm light spilling into the entryway, illuminating the space that felt both grand and inviting.

Inside, the bustling sounds of laughter came from the living room. Kylian paused, glancing at Giselle with a grin that lit up his features.

As they stepped into the living room, the two children who Kylian had shown Giselle in the pictures on his phone came rushing towards their uncle.

“Mes bébés!” Kylian laughed as he crouched down to their level as Melissa stood from her space on the sofa to greet Giselle with an inviting hug.

“Oncle Kylian!” Isabella squealed, her arms wrapping around his neck as he lifted her effortlessly off the ground. Isayah, the younger of the two, followed suit, his small hands gripping Kylian’s leg as he looked up with wide, adoring eyes.

“Hey, little man!” Kylian chuckled, ruffling Isayah’s hair affectionately. “You’ve grown since I last saw you!”

“Is this your girlfriend?” Isabella asked, her voice filled with innocent curiosity, her French accent melting Giselle’s hear as she spoke.

Kylian chuckled, a hint of pride in his voice at her assumption. “No, this is my Giselle.”

Giselle stepped forward, kneeling down to meet the children at their level. “Hi, Isabella! Hi, Isayah! It’s so nice to meet you both,” she said, her voice warm and inviting.

“Hi!” they chimed in unison, their faces lighting up with smiles.

“Do you like to play?” Isayah asked, his eyes wide with excitement.

“I love to play!” Giselle replied, her heart melting at the children’s enthusiasm. “What do you like to play?”

“Everything!” Isabella exclaimed, bouncing on her toes. “We have games! Come on!” She grabbed Giselle’s hand, pulling her toward where she had her iPad propped up on Kylian’s coffee.

Kylian watched with a smile as Giselle followed Isabella and Isayah, his heart swelling with affection.

His eyes met with Melissa’s across the room, who shot him a knowing smirk before standing to her feet so she could head into the kitchen. “Your brother is having a meeting in your office,” she explained before disappearing around the corner.

Going over to where Giselle sat playing with his niece and nephew, Kylian took a seat beside them easily slipping into their game as she fired question after question at Giselle.

It didn't take long before Isayah and Isabella grew weary of their ipads and left them to go exploring around their uncles sprawling home, leaving him alone in the living room with Giselle.

“Come here,” Kylian murmured as he took Giselle's hand, guiding her down onto his lap so she straddled him as he sat on his living room sofa.

“Someone might walk in,” Giselle blushed, looking into Kylian's eyes. His hands smoothed up her back, pushing her body flush against his.

Kylian chuckled, his breath hot against Giselle's neck as he leaned in to whisper, "No one is going to come." His hands gripped her hips possessively, grinding her against his growing erection.

"Your niece, nephew, and their parents are here." Giselle pointed out, releasing a lustful sigh as her resolve weakened.

“They are not in the room with us,” Kylian smirked, his bottom lips clamping between his teeth as he sent a relatively firm slap to Giselle's backside before gripping it.

Giselle gasped at the sudden slap, her body jerking forward slightly. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan as she felt Kylian's firm grip on her bottom. The combination of his touch and the slight sting sent a jolt of pleasure through her.

"We have to stop," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.

Kylian's niece entered the room as if she had been summoned, her tiny feet pattering softly against the polished hardwood floors. The delicate sound echoing.

“I told you so,” she smirked as she rolled from his lap in time to save the five-year-old from seeing anything inappropriate. Giselle quickly shifted to the side, her heart racing as she tried to compose herself. Kylian straightened up, a mischievous grin still plastered on his face.

Isabella paid them no mind as she bounded into the room, pulling her iPad from the charger before leaving again.

Kylian watched Isabella leave, his grin widening as he turned his attention back to Giselle. He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back onto his lap.

"You're being clingy," she teased as he nipped at her earlobe. Giselle squirmed in his lap, trying to ignore the heat building between her legs.

Kylian's grip on Giselle's wrist tightened as he pulled her closer, his other hand snaking around her waist to hold her firmly against him. He nipped at her earlobe again, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, before speaking in a low, husky tone.

"Clingy?" He asked as his lips curved into a smirk against her ear, and his hand slid down to squeeze her backside, pressing her hips against his growing erection. "You’re leaving soon."

He captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to explore and claim. His fingers dug into her flesh, marking her as his.

Although Giselle had been able to opt out of fashion week by claiming she had the flu, life awaited her back home in Los Angeles. As good as it felt to hide away with Kylian, duty called.

Kylian's grip on Giselle tightened, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her flush against him. He broke the kiss, panting softly as he rested his forehead against hers. His eyes, dark with desire, searched hers intensely.

"How soon can you come back?" he asked, his accent thicker with lust.

“I'm not leaving for another two days, Kylian,” Giselle smirked as her hands traced along his jawline, feeling the tension and heat radiating from him.

“And I want to know before then when you are returning to Madrid.” Kylian leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her lips, and he could feel the anticipation crackling in the air between them. His hands remained firmly on her waist, grounding her as he waited for her answer.

Giselle bit her lip, torn between her responsibilities and her desire to stay wrapped in Kylian's arms. "I have a full week of shoots and an audition, and then I have a talk show appearance in London," she explained, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kylian's expression shifted, frustration and longing crossing his handsome features. “A week feels like an eternity,” he murmured, his hands pulling her closer as if trying to absorb her warmth into his own body.

“A week isn’t that long,” Giselle chuckled, gazing into his eyes. “If there hadn't been that little mishap at fashion week, who knows when we would have seen each other.”

Kylian's fingers traced a path along her spine, stoking the fire of her desire further. "True," he said with a soft smirk, his gaze piercing into hers. "But that mishap brought us together in a way I never expected."

Giselle's heart raced at the intensity of his words. She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his, the connection between them electric. "And there's no denying the chemistry we share," she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Exactly,” he breathed, his lips tantalizingly close to hers. The moment felt suspended in time, the room's warmth fading into the background. All she could focus on was Kylian and the undeniable attraction pulling them together like gravity.

“Still, we have to be careful,” Giselle reminded him, glancing toward the door. “What if someone else comes in?”

Kylian chuckled softly, “Let them. They’ll have to deal with what they see.” With that, he captured her lips again, this time with a fierce hunger that made her gasp against him. His tongue danced with hers, coaxing her to melt further into him.

As their kiss deepened, Kylian's hands roamed freely, exploring every curve of her body, igniting her senses. She felt bold enough to shift slightly, grinding against him, feeling the desperate need he had for her mirrored in her own body.

“We have to stop,” Giselle whispered, her cheeks flushing as she stood from Kylian’s lap, pushing the heat between her legs to the back of her mind.

“I’m going to help Melissa with dinner,” she added hastily, trying to divert emotions and desires swirling inside her.

Kylian watched her stand, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Go ahead,” he teased, standing up as well, his eyes dark and smoldering as he reached for her, gripping her ass before releasing it again.

Kylian trailed behind Giselle as she made her way into the kitchen, where his sister-in-law had started preparing dinner.

The aroma of garlic and herbs filled the air as Giselle stepped into the kitchen, desperately trying to steady her pounding heart. She suddenly felt overly aware of the heat radiating from Kylian behind her, his nearness a tantalizing reminder of their earlier escapades.

Melissa, Kylian's sister-in-law, glanced up from the cutting board, her brow furrowing with slight concern. “Giselle, are you okay? You look a bit flushed,” she pointed out, a knowing smile creeping onto her face.

“I’m good,” Giselle quickly replied, forcing a smile, her eyes darting toward Kylian. He leaned casually against the doorframe. “I came to ask if there was anything I could help with?”

Melissa's smile widened as she gestured for Giselle to come closer. "How sweet of you! If you could chop some vegetables for the salad, that would be great."

As Giselle moved to the counter, her heart still raced from her earlier encounter with Kylian, and she felt his gaze on her like a warm caress. She grabbed a knife and began slicing through the tomatoes, the rhythmic motion helping to ground her. But Kylian’s presence remained a distraction, each lingering glance from him sending shivers down her spine.

Kylian’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he approached the counter. Sidling up next to her and leaning in slightly, his warm breath tickled her ear; he whispered, “You are mine later,” his voice low and intimate. Giselle's breath caught in her throat, and she almost faltered with the knife in her hand before he turned on his heel and left the kitchen.

“You guys are cute!” Melissa gushed as she turned to Giselle with a knowing smile.

With embarrassment and excitement at Melissa's comment, Giselle felt her cheeks flush even deeper. She tried to regain her composure, focusing on the vegetables in front of her while her heart continued to race at the thought of Kylian’s possessive words.

"I… we’re just friends," Giselle stammered, attempting to downplay the palpable chemistry between her and Kylian, but her voice lacked conviction. The heat in her cheeks betrayed her, and she could feel Melissa's playful gaze assessing her reaction.

"Oh please," Melissa chuckled, shaking her head knowingly. "I can see the way he looks at you. It’s more than just friendship."

Giselle bit her lip, suppressing a smile. She resumed chopping, focusing on the vegetables to distract herself from the vivid thoughts of Kylian that kept trying to invade her mind. Every time the knife slipped through the firm flesh of the tomato, she could almost feel Kylian's hands on her body again, and the heat between her legs surged back to life.

“Just friends,” Giselle echoed, her voice wavering as she recalled Kylian’s possessive grip from earlier. It was clear to her that their connection had evolved into something much deeper, even if she felt too shy to acknowledge it.

Melissa chuckled softly as she continued to work on the dinner preparations. “Admit it; he makes you feel things you didn’t expect.”

Giselle glanced sidelong at her, apprehension mingling with exhilaration. “It’s complicated,” she replied, the very words tasting foreign on her tongue. Deep down, though, she relished the thrill of being close to Kylian and the rush of emotions he stirred in her.

“Complicated can be fun sometimes,” Melissa winked, stirring the mixture in her pan.

“Or just complicated,” Giselle laughed, making Melissa do the same.

“Sometimes complication can lead to clarity,” Melissa replied, her tone light yet loaded with wisdom. She moved to the sink, rinsing her hands, and glanced over at Giselle. “You’re both adults. You can figure it out as you go. Do you want him?”

Giselle froze momentarily at Melissa's direct question, the knife poised over the remaining vegetable. The air between them felt charged, heavy with unspoken truths and lingering tension. Her heart raced, and she could feel heat creeping back into her cheeks.

“Yes.”

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

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 9

“So this is a day in the life of Kylian Mbappé?” Giselle smirked as she folded her arms, leaning back against the bathroom counter and watching him brush his waves.

“You can go anywhere you like,” Kylian drawled as he placed his brush down on the counter, stepping in front of Giselle, trapping her as his hands came to rest on her hips.

“You said you wanted to come training with me,” he murmured, bowing his head and pressing his lips to Giselle's.

Giselle felt a rush of warmth as Kylian's lips brushed against hers, the playful tension between them crackling in the air. She could feel the strength in his hands as they rested on her hips, grounding her in the moment.

“You asked me if I wanted to come.” she teased, tilting her head slightly to meet his gaze.

Kylian chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin. “And you said yes,” he replied smugly.

“Then let's go,” Giselle playfully challenged, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she tried to sidestep him. But Kylian was quicker, moving to block her path, his smile widening as he leaned closer.

“Kiss me first,” he said, his voice low and teasing as hands slid from her hips to her waist, pulling her in close before lifting her onto the counter so he could stand between her legs.

With that, he angled his head and captured her lips in a kiss that was anything but innocent. His mouth moved against hers, firm yet gentle, coaxing her to melt into him.

When he felt her body yield to his, Kylian pulled away with a knowing smirk. He helped Giselle down from the counter so they could head to his training session with his teammates.

“You don't play fair,” Giselle huffed, her lips curling into a playful pout, as Kylian threw his arm over her shoulder, leading her towards the door so they could head out to his garage.

Kylian chuckled, glancing sideways at Giselle as they walked. “I play to win,” he replied, the confidence in his tone causing her heart to flutter. The anticipation of a day spent together clashed with the thrill of their undeniable chemistry, making her pulse race.

As they reached the garage, the sleek lines of Kylian's car gleamed under the soft glow of the overhead lights. He opened the door for her, and Giselle slid into the plush leather seat, a smile breaking across her face as she took in the luxury around her. Kylian joined her moments later, and the intimacy of the closed space worked its magic, amplifying the tension that crackled between them.

“Ready?” Kylian asked, his voice low as he started the engine, the sound rumbling around them like a promise.

Giselle turned to him, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “I’m ready.”

Kylian smirked, eyes glinting with mischief as he shifted into gear. The car lurched to life, and with a swift turn of the steering wheel, they were off, merging into the bustling streets. As the city whisked past, the air between them hummed with a charged energy, each glance and half-smile amplifying the simmering tension.

The drive to the training ground was filled with laughter and playful banter. Kylian expertly navigated the city streets while casting sly glances at Giselle, who was gleefully soaking in the world around her. She had never been privy to this side of him—his life as a renowned footballer, a world filled with both glamor and grit.

Giselle felt excitement and nerves fluttering in her stomach as they approached the training facility. “So, what should I expect?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Kylian chuckled, his eyes glimmering with amusement. “You’ll see, but don’t get too distracted by how amazing I am on the field,” he teased, making playful air shots with his hands.

“Is that so?” Giselle raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at her lips. “I’m sure you’re not the only star on the team.”

Kylian glanced at her, the corner of his mouth lifting in an infuriatingly charming way. “True. But I still need to impress you, don’t I?”

When they finally arrived, Kylian parked and hopped out, coming around to open Giselle’s door with a flourish. She stepped out, taking in the massive training complex of players running drills and honing their skills.

“Welcome to Real Madrid,” Kylian announced with a mock grandiosity.

Giselle’s eyes widened, and the sight of the elite team hard at work stirred something within her—admiration, maybe envy, but mostly excitement. Kylian led her through the facility as they waved at various staff and players, the camaraderie evident in the relaxed atmosphere.

“Hey, Kylian!” a familiar voice called out, and Giselle turned to see a tall, rugged man jogging toward them. “Who’s this?”

Kylian grinned, pulling Giselle slightly closer. “This is Giselle, my... friend.”

“Nice to meet you,” Giselle said, smiling warmly. She held out her hand, and the player took it, giving it a firm shake while his eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“I’m Sergio,” he introduced, his gaze flicking between Kylian and Giselle, a knowing look crossing his face. “Are you ready to watch Kylian show off?”

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Giselle replied, glancing at Kylian, who feigned a look of mock concern.

As they chatted, more teammates drifted over, introductions flying back and forth as Kylian felt a swell of pride. He loved showing Giselle off, particularly in this space where he felt free.

“Hey, don’t you have some drills to get to?” one player nudged Kylian, laughter echoing in the air. “I can keep your girl company.

“Right, right,” Kylian said, a hint of reluctance. He turned to Giselle, offering her his hand to lead her up to the state-of-the-art lounge that overlooked the team's practice pitch.

The lounge was sleek and modern, with large glass windows that provided a perfect view of the training pitch below. Giselle felt a rush of excitement as she settled onto one of the plush couches, taking in the sight of Kylian and his teammates warming up.

As the training session began, Giselle found herself captivated by the rhythmic movements of the players, the way they kicked and passed the ball with precision, their bodies glistening with sweat under the afternoon sun. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, completely engrossed.

Kylian, meanwhile, was in his element. He moved with an effortless grace that made her heart race, showcasing his incredible speed and footwork. The way he commanded the field drew her in, and she couldn’t help but cheer softly with delight each time he executed a flawless move.

But amidst the excitement, there was a stir on the pitch. Vinicius, the team's striker, was visibly agitated, his brow furrowed as he gestured animatedly toward Kylian. The tension in the air was palpable as the players gathered around to witness the brewing argument.

“C’mon, Kylian! You don’t have to try and show me up every practice!” Vinicius shouted, his voice laced with frustration. The other teammates exchanged wary glances, unsure whether to intervene or let the confrontation unfold.

Kylian, with his characteristic calm, raised his hands defensively. “What are you talking about? We’re just practicing together,” he replied, but Giselle could see the flash of annoyance in his eyes.

Vinicius took a step closer, his hands on his hips. “You know what I mean! You think you’re the star of the show, but we’re a team. You don’t have to steal the spotlight all the time!”

Giselle’s heart sank at the escalating argument. She could see Kylian’s jaw tighten, a flicker of competitive fire igniting in his gaze. “I’m not trying to take anything from you, Vinicius. We’re all here to get better–together,” Kylian shot back, a firmness in his tone that sent a shiver down Giselle’s spine.

“Fuck you, you came here thinking you are the fucking star! This is my club,” Vinicius roared, charging towards Kylian, muscles tensed and adrenaline coursing through him. The atmosphere was thickening with tension as teammates began to surround them, sensing the brewing storm that was about to erupt.

“Okay, okay,” one of the more experienced players said, placing a hand on Vinicius's shoulder. Let’s cool it. We’re here to train, not to fight.”

But Kylian wasn’t backing down. He had a fierce glint in his eye. “I’m not here to overshadow anyone,” Kylian replied evenly, though his voice had taken on a sharper edge. “If you did your fucking job, I wouldn't have to.”

Reaching over the players that separated them, Vinicius attempted to swing at Kylian, but the moment was intercepted by the rest of the team members, who quickly pulled the two apart before things escalated further. Giselle's heart raced as she watched the scene unfold, her emotions caught in a whirlwind of concern for Kylian and the intensity of the conflict erupting on the field.

“Enough!” shouted Sergio, stepping between Vinicius and Kylian with an authoritative stance. “We’re a team. We do not do this!”

Kylian's heart was pounding in his chest as he simmered with adrenaline, the heat of the moment sharpening his senses.

Before he could think twice, Vinicius lunged forward, surprising everyone, as he swung for Kylian. His fist missing his face by less than an inch.

Balling his fist and swinging it in response, Kylian’s knuckles connected with his teammate's jaw before they were separated by the rest of the squad, who hurriedly intervened to prevent a full-on brawl from spiraling out of control.

Giselle's breath hitched as she witnessed the confrontation, her heart racing in response to the violence that erupted just outside the plush lounge. The energy in the air shifted from playful to volatile instantly, and she gripped the armrest tightly, feeling an ache of concern for Kylian.

"What the fuck is happening?" she whispered to herself, bewildered by the competitive tension that had flared amongst the players.

As Kylian was pulled away from Vinicius, his teammates stepped in to talk some sense into both players. She could see the fire still smoldering in Kylian’s eyes, his chest heaving with adrenaline and frustration as he fought to control his temper. It made him all the more attractive but also made her worry.

Giselle was quick on her feet as she left the lounge, following in the direction Kyliam had been taken.

As she approached the group, she could hear the commotion of voices raised in heated discussion. Kylian stood off to the side, pushed back slightly by Sergio and another player, his jaw clenched tight as he processed the fallout of the confrontation.

“Man, you’ve got to keep your cool out there,” Sergio said, attempting to diffuse the tension as he kept a firm grip on Kylian’s shoulder. “We can’t afford to have disputes like this in practice, you know that.”

Kylian’s gaze remained locked on Vinicius, who was calmed down by several other teammates. A sense of longing and protectiveness surged in Giselle as she stepped closer to him, wanting to bridge the emotional gap the confrontation had created.

“Kylian?” she called softly, her voice cutting through the cacophony of voices around them. His attention flickered toward her, and she saw the storm behind his eyes. “Are you okay?”

Instead of speaking, Kylian took Giselle's hand and led her away from his teammates down the hall until they reached a door with his name engraved on the metal signage.

With a furious shove, he swung the door open and unleashed a primal roar of frustration. In a sudden burst of anger, he swept his arm across the small table, sending books, papers, and trinkets crashing to the floor in a chaotic cascade. The clatter echoed in the room, amplifying his exasperation as he stood amidst the scattered remnants of his previously organized space.

“Kylian, calm down. It's okay,” Giselle soothed as she cupped his face in her hands.

“He was so fucking disrespectful!” Kylian seethed as he ran a hand over his hair, frustration radiating off him.

Giselle sighed, her thumbs gently stroking his cheeks. “I know, but getting worked up is what he wants of you.”

Kylian shook his head, his jaw clenched. “All I do is try and help the team, but it's not fucking good enough.”

“Kylian, it is; whatever your teammate said is him projecting his insecurities.”

Kylian's eyes flashed with anger as he listened to Giselle's words. He took hold of her wrists, gently easing her hands away from his face. "You don't understand," he snarled, his accent thickening with emotion. "This is my career, my life. I can't just ignore it when someone disrespects me like that, especially not my teammate."

He stood up abruptly, pacing the room like a caged animal. "I've worked too fucking hard to get where I am.”

His chest heaved as he breathed heavily, his muscles tense beneath his jersey. Despite his anger, there was a vulnerability in his eyes that he couldn't entirely hide. He needed Giselle to understand and support him.

Standing to her feet, Giselle moved closer, her presence steady and grounding. “I do understand, Kylian. I really do,” she said softly, her voice unwavering. “But you have to channel that energy into something productive. Don’t let him win by letting his words get to you.”

Kylian stepped out of Giselle’s hold in response to her words, roughly running his hand over his head as he paced across the room before turning to her.

“But how can I not? He is trying to undermine how hard I work and everything I’ve worked for. It’s infuriating!”

Giselle stepped forward, closing the distance between them. “Nothing he said has any truth to it, and you prove that with every match you play. I understand you are frustrated, but fighting isn't the answer.”

Dropping his head to Giselle’s shoulder, Kylian’s hands found her hips as he let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m so fucking tired,” he whispered, allowing himself a rare moment of vulnerability.

Despite his laid-back countenance, the weight of expectations and the pressure to perform had begun to take its toll, and even then, it went unappreciated. Giselle wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as if to shield him from the chaos outside.

“I know you are,” she murmured, her voice soothing against his turmoil. “But you’re not alone in this. You have a whole team behind you…and you have me.”

Kylian pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes, searching for reassurance. “What if I let them down? What if I can’t keep up this facade of being strong?”

“You won’t let anyone down,” she replied firmly, brushing a stray hair from his forehead. “You’re human, Kylian. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. It’s okay to be vulnerable.”

He nodded slowly, her words sinking in. “I just wish I could shake things off like you do. You always seem so calm.”

Giselle chuckled softly, her emotions triggered by Kylian’s assessment of her. “Thank you, although that isn't the case. I'm a mess if you haven't noticed by now,” she said, feeling the weight of unshed tears before blinking them away.

“Thank you for being here,” Kylian said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Giselle smiled, her heart swelling at his words. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m here because I want to be, Kylian.”

He took a step back, his gaze steady as he searched her eyes. “You really mean that?”

“Of course I do,” she replied, her sincerity evident.

Although they hadn't clearly defined the direction of their connection, something had shifted between them—a change they both felt but never acknowledged.

It was deeper than sex, whether or not they had planned for it to be. An unspoken bond formed, one built on mutual understanding and respect that transcended the physical.

Kylian seldom found comfort outside of his family or away from the football pitch. But as he looked into Giselle’s eyes, he found it there.

And it scared him, but he couldn't back away.

It was the same comfort Giselle found in his arms when she first arrived in Madrid after fleeing her past in Milan.

Hooking his finger beneath Giselle’s chin, Kylian gently lifted her face towards his, his heart pounding with a mix of emotions. He studied her features, taking in the softness of her lips and the spark of connection in her eyes. In that moment, the distractions of the outside world faded into the background, leaving only the two of them wrapped in an intimate cocoon.

“I can't help but feel drawn to you,” he confessed, the raw honesty of his words hanging in the air like a charged current. “You see me, Giselle.”

She swallowed hard, the gravity of his admission igniting a warmth deep within her. “And you see me.”

His thumb brushed against her cheek, a gentle caress that sent shivers down her spine. “I’ve been so focused on maintaining this façade of strength that I almost forgot what it feels like to let someone in,” he admitted, his voice low and husky.

Giselle felt her heart quicken at his words, each syllable stirring an array of emotions within her. She recognized the weight of his vulnerability and how rare it was for someone like Kylian to drop the armor he wore so well.

“Let me show you,” Giselle whispered softly, her breath mingling with the charged air between them. She stepped closer, closing the final distance that still separated them—fear, hesitation, uncertainty—all fading away.

Kylian's gaze darkened with intensity, hunger igniting in his eyes as he watched her. The world around them seemed to vanish, and all that mattered was the electricity thrumming beneath their skin. With a swift motion, he closed the space, capturing her lips with his.

The kiss was tentative at first, a brush of softness, but as Giselle responded, it deepened into something more urgent, more passionate. Kylian’s hands found their way to her waist, gripping her tightly as if she were his lifeline. The world melted away, leaving only the persistent thrum of their combined heartbeat.

Giselle tangled her fingers, gripping his jersey, feeling the tension of his muscles against her palms. Every ounce of stress, every ounce of frustration that had weighed on him began to lift with each soft, intoxicating caress of their lips. She fervently pressed against him, her heart racing, craving more—more of him, more of this moment, and more of the comfort that he provided.

As their kiss deepened, Kylian brought her closer, enveloping her in warmth and tenderness. The veneer of restraint cracked, revealing the desperate desire that simmered beneath. Giselle pulled back slightly, her breath mingling with his, “Are you sure about this?”

Kylian searched her eyes, his own filled with an earnestness that struck her to the core. “I want this, Giselle. I want you.”

In that moment, with his words laced with unfiltered emotion, their connection felt undeniable. The fear she'd held faded, replaced by anticipation.

“I want you too,” Giselle blushed, despite her fears and insecurities swirling in her mind. The warmth radiating from Kylian's body made her heart swell with hope. They were on the edge of something profound, and for the first time in a long while, she felt ready to take a chance at least.

As Kylian's fingers brushed along her jawline, a shiver raced down her spine. His touch was electric, igniting every nerve ending within her. She leaned into him, the world outside fading into a distant echo, leaving just the two of them lost in each other's gaze—a gaze that spoke of shared secrets and unvoiced desires.

Kylian’s lips curled into a smirk, his confidence momentarily returning, “Good.”

With that, he captured her lips once more, but this time, it was fueled by an understanding that sent a warmth coursing through Giselle.

Although Kylian was given the go-ahead to resume training with his teammates, Vinicus was dismissed for the afternoon as the man who started the argument.

When training ended, Kylian felt lighter. The rather physical matches he had engaged in for the day's session, followed by an hour or so of lifting weights, had allowed him to release the pent-up tension.

Giselle was waiting for him near the facility entrance, her smile brightening his mood even further. She was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching the players file out with an air of casual confidence. The sight of her made the earlier confrontation feel like a distant memory, a mere blip on their day's radar.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as Kylian approached.

“Better,” he admitted, a hint of relief washing over him.

“Good to hear,” Giselle replied, observing him closely. “You seemed a bit... intense earlier.”

Kylian chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It happens sometimes,” he shrugged as they made their way out to his car.

As they approached the vehicle, Giselle couldn't help but admire the way Kylian moved. The tension from before slowly dissipated as he fell back into his relaxed demeanor. He opened the door for her once again, and she slid into the plush leather seat, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her.

Once he was settled in the driver's seat, Kylian turned to her, his expression a mix of playfulness and sincerity. “So, what’s next on the agenda for us?”

Giselle raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile forming on her lips. “What do you do to relax?”

“Play video games,” Kylian laughed, making Giselle do the same.

“And what’s your favorite meal?” she asked curiously.

Kylian considered for a moment, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “Honestly? Pasta.”

“Then we should eat pasta and play video games,” Giselle suggested, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “That sounds like the perfect evening.”

Kylian chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “You really know how to impress me,” he teased, his tone playful, making Giselle rolled her eyes dramatically, a smile tugging at her lips.

When they returned to Kylian's house, he and Giselle browsed his pantry and refrigerator for ingredients to whip up a easy pasta dish. Kylian moved with a certain grace in the kitchen, effortlessly showcasing his culinary skills, while Giselle watched, her admiration for him growing with every flick of his wrist.

She grabbed a pot, filling it with water and setting it to boil. “What kind of pasta do you like?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at him.

“Penne,” he replied.

“Penne it is,” she declared, pulling the box from the shelf and handing it to him. “Now, what sauce are we going for? Classic Marinara? Pesto? Alfredo?”

“Pesto for me,” Kylian answered as he worked on dicing a chicken breast.

“Yes, chef,” Giselle said, her voice full of enthusiasm. She grabbed a jar of basil pesto from the fridge and placed it on the counter beside him.

As they worked side by side, the kitchen filled with laughter and playful banter. Kylian would occasionally steal glances at her, the way she moved and smiled engaging him more than he’d expected. It was a new kind of intimacy, one rooted in companionship and shared moments, and he cherished it.

Giselle mixed the ingredients in a bowl and looked over at Kylian, who was stirring the chicken in a pan. “You know,” she began, “this might just be the perfect way to unwind after a dramatic day.”

Kylian turned to her, a smirk on his face. “You mean after I had a dramatic day?”

“Very,” she quipped, crossing her arms playfully.

When the pasta was finally ready, the savory aroma filled the air, making their mouths water in anticipation. Giselle ladled the pasta into two bowls, eyeing Kylian expectantly. “Bon appétit,” she declared, presenting the bowls like they were gourmet meals.

“It looks amazing,” Kylian complimented, taking a seat at the kitchen table. They dug in, and the food tasted surprisingly amazing, bursting with flavor from the pesto.

“This is delicious, seriously! You’ve got some skills,” Kylian said, savoring each bite.

Giselle grinned, reveling in the praise. “As do you! I mean, I didn’t know you could cook.”

“Rarely, only when I have the time,” he admitted, casual confidence radiating from him.

As they had planned, the evening was a quiet and relaxing affair. After their meal, Giselle and Kylian played video games for a while until she excused herself to clean up the mess they had made while cooking.

Walking into his kitchen, where Giselle stood in quiet contemplation, Kylian strolled over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. His forehead came to rest on her shoulder, and his hands slowly trailed under her sweater.

“Are you okay?” Giselle asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned her head slightly to look over her shoulder at him.

“Thank you for today,” he murmured, lifting his head to pepper kisses along her jaw.

“You don't have to thank me. I was just trying to help,” she said, offering Kylian a soft and empathetic smile.

Regardless of his frustrations, Vinicius was wrong to try to take them out on him.

“You have a beautiful soul,” Kylian said, his voice low and sincere. He pulled back slightly to meet her gaze, his eyes searching hers for understanding.

“Kiss me,” Giselle whispered, her breath hitching slightly as she felt the warmth of his presence envelop her.

Kylian didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a gentle yet fervent kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of gratitude, of unspoken words, and of the comfort they found in each other amidst the chaos of their lives.

As they pulled away, Giselle's eyes sparkled with a mix of affection and mischief. “You‘re very sexy when you're mad,” she teased lightly, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “But don't allow anyone to take you there.”

Kylian chuckled softly, the tension in his shoulders easing. “I’ll work on that,” he promised, his thumb tracing her lower lip.

“Good,” she replied, her smile widening. “Now, can you give me ten minutes and meet me in your bedroom?”

Kylian raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity dancing in his chest. “Ten minutes?” he echoed, intrigued by the promise of mystery in her voice.

Giselle turned to face him fully, her playful smile now accompanied by a smoldering gaze. “Just trust me,” she replied, her tone inviting yet teasing. With one last lingering look, she turned away, leaving Kylian to ponder what she had planned.

Giselle's mind raced with possibility as she made her way upstairs to Kylian's bedroom. After such a trying day, all she wanted was for him to fully decompress, and she had the perfect means of doing so.

The Agent Provocateur Basque Giselle had pulled from her bag, which was intended to be worn beneath an oversized blazer in Milan. Still, as she held the black lace up to the light in Kylian's bedroom, she could only think about his reaction to seeing her in it.

The lace Basque left nothing to the imagination as Giselle slipped it onto her body, her reflection sparking her arousal as she secured it into place before running her fingers through her hair.

When she was pleased with her appearance, Giselle let out a breath she’d been holding before making her way back into Kylian’s bedroom, crawling onto his bed so she could wait for him.

Kylian entered his bedroom a few minutes later, his curiosity piqued by Giselle's mysterious request. As he stepped inside, he froze, his eyes widening at the sight before him. Giselle sat kneeling in the middle of his bed, her thighs spread, dressed in a provocative black lace Basque that left nothing to the imagination. The delicate fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her breasts and waist, while the high-cut legs revealed her toned thighs.

"Fuck," Kylian breathed, his voice husky with desire. He closed the door behind him, his gaze never leaving Giselle's alluring form. "You look... incredible."

Giselle smiled, her eyes smoldering with invitation. “Thank you,” she blushed.

Kylian's heart raced as he took in the stunning sight before him. Giselle looked absolutely breathtaking in the black lace Basque, her curves accentuated beautifully by the delicate fabric. He felt a surge of desire course through his veins, his body reacting instantly to her alluring presence.

Slowly, he approached the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. As he drew closer, he could see the way the lace clung to her skin, teasing him with glimpses of what lay beneath. He reached out, his fingertips brushing against the soft material covering her.

"You're trying to drive me crazy, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky with want.

Giselle bit her lip, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Maybe," she teased, leaning back slightly on her heels. "Is it working?"

Kylian chuckled, the sound deep and sensual. "You have no idea," he replied, his hand reaching to cup her barely covered pussy.

Kylian's touch sent a jolt of electricity through Giselle's body, her breath hitching as his fingers pressed against her through the thin lace. She could feel the heat of his palm, the gentle pressure igniting a fire within her core.

"Yes," she gasped, her hips instinctively rocking into his hand. The Basque was soaked through, the damp fabric clinging to her folds as Kylian's fingers explored her intimately. "Please, Kylian..."

He smirked at her plea, his eyes darkening with lust. "Please what, ma chérie?" he murmured, his thumb circling her clit through the lace. "Tell me what you need."

Giselle's head fell back, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. "I need you," she whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders. "I need your touch, your kiss, your... your everything."

Kylian growled, the sound primal and possessive. He hooked his fingers into the crotch of the Basque, tugging it aside so Giselle was bare before him, her pussy already glistening with arousal.

This was more than just sex in pursuit of pleasure; it was an offering. After the mentally heavy day Kylian had faced after clashing with his teammate, Giselle was offering herself to him as a means of release and resolution.

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of Giselle's bare pussy, her arousal evident. He leaned in, inhaling deeply, savoring her intoxicating scent. Without warning, he buried his face between her thighs, his tongue delving into her wet folds.

Giselle cried out, her hands on the back of his head, gripping tightly as he devoured her. Kylian's tongue was relentless, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh, teasing her clit with expert precision. He could feel her legs trembling, her hips bucking against his mouth as she chased her release.

"Kylian!" Giselle gasped, her voice strained with pleasure. "Oh God, yes!"

Kylian growled against her pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her core. He slipped two fingers inside her, curling them upward to hit that perfect spot that made her see stars. His tongue flicked over her clit, sucking it between his lips as he fingered her deeply.

Giselle's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as pleasure consumed her. She screamed Kylian's name, her fingers tightening in his hair as she rode out the intense sensations. He didn't let up, continuing to lick and suck at her pussy, drawing out her climax until she was a trembling, boneless mess beneath him.

Finally, Kylian pulled back, his lips glistening with her arousal. He crawled up her body, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, allowing Giselle to taste herself on his tongue. She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding against the hard bulge in his pants.

Kylian broke the kiss, his breathing heavy. "I need to be inside you," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. "Get on your hands and knees.”

Giselle nodded, her eyes hazy with desire as she eagerly complied with Kylian's command. She turned over, presenting herself to him on her hands and knees, her back arched and her bottom raised invitingly. The black lace Basque clung to her curves, accentuating her femininity and driving Kylian wild with lust.

Kylian quickly shed his clothes, revealing his muscular, athletic physique. His erection sprang free, long and thick, the tip already glistening with precum. He knelt behind Giselle, running his hands over the smooth skin of her bottom, squeezing the firm flesh appreciatively.

"You have the most beautiful ass," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. He leaned down, pressing openmouthed kisses along her spine, his hands roaming over her body possessively as his lips found her ear. “One day, I am going to fuck it open.”

She pushed back against him, encouraging him to go deeper. "Please, Kylian," she begged, her voice trembling with need. "I need you to fuck me hard, use me baby, I'm yours."

Kylian's control snapped at her words. With a primal growl, he slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her tight heat. Giselle cried out, her fingers gripping the sheets as he began to move, his thrusts powerful and relentless.

"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" she screamed, meeting him stroke for stroke. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the walls.

Placing his hand on the small of Giselle’s back, Kyliam wrapped his other around her throat, creating the perfect arch as he fucked her from behind, tilting her head backward so he could gaze down hungrily into his eyes as he took her.

“Tu es si belle,” he groaned, his hand landing a stinging slap on the curve of her ass before finding its place again on the small of her back.

Giselle gasped as Kylian's hand tightened around her throat, the possessive grip sending shivers down her spine. She arched her back further, pressing herself against his muscular chest as he plunged into her from behind. His words, whispered in his native French, only added to the moment's intensity.

"Kylian..." she breathed, her voice strained with pleasure. "You feel perfect."

She could feel every inch of him stretching her, filling her completely. The sting of his slap on her ass only served to heighten her arousal, a fact that didn't escape Kylian's notice. He smirked, his grip on her throat tightening slightly as he continued his relentless pace.

Despite the placement of his hand, Giselle felt safe in his arms as she reached back, gripping his thighs, a lazy, lust-filled smile spreading across her lips as she looked up into Kylian's eyes.

Leaning forward slightly, he lowered his head, allowing his lips to brush gently against hers before he pushed his tongue into her mouth, humming as she sucked on it.

Kylian's eyes darkened with desire as he kissed Giselle deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that matched his thrusts. He loved the way she tasted, the way she responded to his touch. It only fueled his need to claim her, to make her his.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips along her jawline and down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. His hand on her throat tightened slightly, a possessive gesture that sent a thrill through Giselle's body.

"You're so fucking tight," he growled, his voice rough with arousal. His hips snapped forward, stilling as he allowed the head of his cock to rest firmly against her cervix.

Kylian's words sent a shudder through Giselle's body, her inner walls clamping down around him involuntarily. She loved the way he filled her, the way he stretched her to her limits. It was intense, almost too much, but she never wanted it to end.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies clashing. "Don't stop."

He chuckled darkly, the vibrations of his chest rumbling against her back. "I'm not stopping, ma belle. I'm just getting started."

With that, he began to move again, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Giselle seeing stars. Each thrust was calculated, designed to hit her deepest spots and drive her wild with pleasure. His hand on her throat tightened further, cutting off her air supply just enough to make her lightheaded.

Giselle's fingers dug into Kylian's thighs, her nails leaving marks in his skin.

Kylian's hips snapped forward, burying himself deep inside Giselle's tight heat. He groaned at the feeling of her walls gripping him like a vice, her body welcoming him in despite the slight burn from his earlier roughness.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he breathed, his forehead pressing against her shoulder as he struggled to maintain his composure. He wanted to savor this moment, to imprint every sensation onto his memory.

Giselle whimpered, her body trembling with the effort of holding herself up. Kylian's size and the angle of their position stretched her to her limits, the slight pain only heightening her pleasure.

Giselle's fingers dug into Kylian's thighs, her nails leaving crescentshaped marks in his skin as she clung to him desperately. Each powerful thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, building a tension in her core that threatened to consume her.

"Kylian!" she cried out, her voice strained and breathless. "I'm... I'm going to..."

Her words trailed off into a moan as her orgasm crashed over her, her inner walls clamping down around Kylian's thickness. She convulsed in his arms, her body wracked with ecstasy as he continued to pound into her, prolonging her pleasure.

Kylian groaned, his rhythm faltering as Giselle's release triggered his own. With a final, shuddering thrust, he spilled himself inside her, his hot seed filling her to the brim. He collapsed forward, his weight pressing Giselle into the mattress as they both gasped for breath.

For a long moment, they lay there entwined, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts racing. Kylian pressed soft kisses to Giselle's shoulder, murmuring words of praise and affection in French.

Giselle's body trembled beneath Kylian, her legs quivering as the last waves of her orgasm washed over her. She felt utterly spent, her limbs heavy and her mind foggy with postcoital bliss.

Kylian rolled onto his side, pulling Giselle with him so that she was cradled against his chest. He brushed her hair back from her face, his fingers gentle as they traced the contours of her cheek.

"That was perfect," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You're incredible."

Giselle smiled, nuzzling into his touch. "I could say the same about you," she replied, her voice soft and content.

Kylian's arms tightened around her, his chest swelling with pride and affection. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

"I'm happy," he said, his tone sincere. "Because you are mine now.”

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