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“Let Me Love You” is a tale of love and sacrifice and a poignant story of self-discovery, celebrating the human capacity to find love in the most unlikely of circumstances.

Please enjoy the current WIP of Iris and El. This will be published freely up to a point, like in the old days, and then the entire book will be posted for full download. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. And don’t forget to check out the companion stories. (Wicked Chances, Dreams of Reality, The Convenient Wife, The Other Side of Love, She Works Hard for the Money & Ravenous)

Enjoy, Your Author, Sylvia Hubbard

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Author’s note: I’m going to admit this was a bad edit, but that’s because I was in a hurry and needed to get to the next chapter. The story is coming so well, and I pray I can keep up this momentum. Pray for me.

So how do I feel about this one?

Whew! Their lovemaking is getting deep. I mean really deep. When I decided to do the snowballing, I wanted to be him with the kink but her to evolve, come out of her shell, and give into the kink. Usually, in other romances, I’ve read, they never show the woman indulging in the salaciousness of the kink, and I really wanted to get into that.

Let me know if I did this justice.

Of course, Iris understood El meant the business because she felt he’d be done with her emotionally and sexually before that, and he’d just keep her around to pay off her debt. 

Being herself in front of him, standing naked, felt natural. Iris was fearless in giving El an honest answer. “Deep inside, I’ve always wanted to leave this city… this state. I’ve always felt I needed to get as far away from this place to make me feel normal.”

One of his hands dipped between her legs, easily splitting her lower lips apart and revealing how aroused she already was. 

Iris held on to the doorway, throwing her head back, biting her lip, gulping air like she couldn’t get enough, releasing into the delight his fingers were bringing between her lower folds.

He leaned his body into her and whispered, “And what if I needed you to stay?”

Indeed, not for her body, but more for her brain. 

Iris took his hand that had slipped between her pudendum and slowly sucked her essence from his fingers, loving the thick taste of her, knowing it would help him to make easy access to her body. She could understand his need to taste himself, especially during arousal. The whole experience brought a unique spice to the moment.

His breath shuddered in a deep hum, and she blushed from her brazenness, but not regretfully. Enticing him seemed to bring out an animalistic side in El, and Iris wanted to see what would happen if he lost control.

She’d seen a piece of that madness when they were together in the shed and then when he was beating up Damien. Each instance, she loved. Yet, what would happen if he lost all his control with her?

“Do you want to negotiate money right now, El, or do you want to make love to me?”

El lifted her from her house shoes and carried her into the pristine room, kicking the door closed. Feeling him hold her without flinching or struggling with her weight, she moved her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. He moved down to meet her lips. In seconds, El was ravishing her mouth, trying to get his tongue to the back of her throat. His passion was infectious, and she wanted more of him, suckling his kisses, drinking his saliva, brimming with lust the more seconds passed by. 

Somehow they made it over to the large king-size bed, and he laid her in the middle, breaking the kiss off to move down her body and attack each breast, sucking like he was parched for a thousand years. More growls rumbled over her chest, quaking down between her legs, and she knew she could let him suckle for eternity if he wanted to. She was trying to wrap her legs around his waist in an attempt to climb up his body and rub herself against his washboard chest. 

Iris gasped in sexual turmoil, loving how he drank deep from her body, and then when his mouth returned to hers, she could taste the warm nectar from her along with the taste of him. 

While kissing her, El’s hands moved down her body.

“Ahhhh,” she expelled, feeling his fingers press inside of her. 

Her body sounded creamy with her wetness, and a grin creased over his lips. It was the first genuine smile she had ever seen on his lips. 

El ravished her lips with that smile still playing on them. “I love knowing I can fuck you without a condom.”

“And I love being fucked by you, El.”

Her words were powerful to him, bringing that low, deep breath back as he pressed the tip of himself between the aperture of her thatch, stretching her to the brim. Automatically, her body arched to receive him. 

Iris didn’t want to get away. She wanted him all! Or as much as she could possibly handle. 

She was so ready she could feel her wetness running over her taint to her rear and knew that’s what he needed. El was conscious of his size and aroused her enough for him to make a smooth, yet very tight, entry. 

He moved her legs to one side but kept her body facing him, dipping his head down again to start suckling on her breasts closest to him as he pressed into her while he lifted her rear, making deeper access.

“Ooooh!” she gasped, feeling so filled, but she knew this was just the tip. She clawed on his back, trying to pull him closer to her, wanting more. “Don’t s-stop! Ahhhhh.”

El was trying to make deeper roads into her body, unlike their initial time when he was gentle. 

“More,” she begged. “Please, more!”

His body pulled back out to the tip, and she gurgled her disappointment, but when he pressed back into her, this time stretching parts of her no one had ever touched, even he gasped with her. He strained and tensed all over. 

El took one of her wrists and pressed it above her head while his other hand held down her shoulder so she couldn’t get away, all while taking mouthfuls of nipples in drinking the clear Laiche from her. With her body stretched out, he pressed more into her. “Fuck!” he cursed, letting some of her juices run down his chin.

Iris tenderly brought his face to her, licked the dribble that had gone down to his neck, and then voraciously kissed him, shifting her rear up to him to take even more of him, stretching her snatch to the fullest while his manhood pushed her juices all over her inner thighs and onto him. He was delirious as he pumped in and out of her as if he had been given the keys to heaven. 

“Fuck! Fuck! FUUUUUuuuucccKK!” 

His melodious joy was contagious, bubbling through her ears, making her heart race and her body pulse as she took each one of his poundings, feeling his testicles repeatedly rubbing over her clit, building the sexual tension so high in her brain; she could feel the endorphins pumping through every vein of her body with an explosion of dopamine surged down her spine and then… 

El roared so loud her ribs vibrated, and her stomach caved in as her stomach muscles convulsed as if trying to fuse with her coccyx, thumping in rhythm to the powerful strokes he delivered into her body.

If he weren’t inside of her, she would have soaked the bed, but enough sprayed over his groin, slicking their bodies together, rubbing out yet another orgasm for her as well. 

Lawd, this man hadn’t even gone to the hilt, and he was doing this to her body. 

Before she could relax, he was shimming down her body and sending her into another round of tumultuous orgasmic pleasure with his mouth sucking and slurping their essence like he was never going to have this honor again. 

Iris was lost in his lust, filled with wanton delight, knowing she was on her way to climax multiple times by the end of the night. 

***

Hearing Clem’s unique ringtone from her phone brought Iris out of a dead sleep. She didn’t remember when she had passed out, but she was sure it had been early in the morning when El had finally allowed her to pass out from sheer pleasurable exhaustion. 

Untwining her limbs from El in the dark room, she surprisingly didn’t wake him. She put on her slippers as soon as she opened the door and grabbed her hotel robe. The ringing didn’t stop, and Iris found her clothes in the bathroom, where El had taken them off the night before.

“I’m honey. Are you okay?” she asked, very concerned, seeing the time on her phone as four in the morning.

“It’s not Clem, it’s Aunt Rose, but I knew you’d probably not answer for anyone else.”

“Is everything okay?”

“I’m assuming you’re with him, right?” her Aunt suspected.

Panicking a little, Iris answered, “Yes, do you need me home? Is Clem okay? Is he running a fever?”

“Clem is still asleep, and I certainly don’t need you, my love. I take it you haven’t been enjoying the early morning news because your boss is breaking news.”

She went to the front room and scrambled around for the remote control as Aunt Rose continued to speak. 

“Video of him kicking down a door and punching a well-respected businessman in the hotel’s private rooms to coerce Mr. Damien Wexford to sign over his family’s business doesn’t look good. They’ve started dredging up his life on the street all morning.”

Turning to a local news station, Iris gasped, seeing a video of the private room displaying only what El had done to Damien. Someone had cut her out of the frame, stopping him, and the reporter went on to say Damien was in the hospital in a coma with cracked ribs and severe facial contusions.

She knew El had not done that damage. “That wasn’t him. He’d only hit him a couple of times, and I would have heard bones breaking. He didn’t do this, Aunt Rose.”

“Then someone is trying to frame him,” Aunt Rose surmised. 

Another phone was going off in the bathroom, and she went to retrieve El’s phone to see someone was calling from a Chicago area code. Plus, there were several missed calls from Guy. When she returned to the front room, El, wrapped in the bed’s sheets, was now flipping through the channels to see another local channel showing the video of El assaulting Damien. 

She handed his phone to him and continued to speak with Aunt Rose. “He’s aware of everything now,” she said as El enclosed himself in the bedroom to talk on the phone. 

Aunt Rose said, “But you don’t know what he plans on doing because I’m pretty sure the police are on their way to arrest him.”

Iris worried and looked at the closed door, fretting that this situation was all her fault. If she hadn’t run out, upset about the diaries, she’d never bumped into Damien and prompted El to follow her. She could have stopped him from assaulting Damien by jumping in front as El charged, but she really wanted Damien’s face punched in because of what he had revealed. 

Her desire for violence against Damien had been appeased by seeing El take care of what she wanted to do. Yet, the consequences for her enjoyment were this… 

The news was replaying the video, and she could hear El growling into his phone, “I know, dammit. I’m going to take care of thsi today. And then I’m going to finish the damn job.”

“I’ll call you back,” she said to her Aunt.

“Whatever you do, stay with him. I’ll hold everything down here with your business, so don’t you worry about that. You don’t need to leave his side right now. He needs you. Clem is going to be fine as long as you give us a call tonight to say goodnight, and then you’ll update me on the next plan of action for him.”

With great appreciation, Iris said, “Thank you, Aunt Rose.”

As she hung up the phone, El came out of the bedroom fully dressed except for his shoes, carrying a small overnight backpack and black bag, which most likely contained his laptop and anything else he needed to travel for business. 

Like her, he was hanging up his phone and looked as if he was about to tell her the worst news possible. 

“It’s all a lie,” she declared passionately. “Let me go to the hospital and see what they are trying to accuse you of, El. I can tell the police the truth and get these charges dropped.” She braced herself to hear what he was going to say.

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