Apologies that this should be so long in the finish...
Unmoving, his lips accepted her caress, still as chiseled stone to the rapid workings of her own. He appeared motionless and emotionless. Stunned into silence. The only audible motion was the heaving breath that passed from his mouth.
Cécelie compensated for his immobility with a smirk. With each breath she arched against his body, attempting to pull him back down to her, coaxing him to fill her. Slowly she tried to slip her legs from under him, to wrap around the thick girth of his body, but his weight proved it impossible. He would not budge, and his eyes still trained somewhere into the distance, burning and flickering in thought.
They glowed dangerously bright, and the first tremor of dread quaked her heart. She suddenly feared his retribution for her discovery.
Plying his moist lips with even more fervent and teasing kisses, her hands traced their way to his still swollen shaft.
At her contact, he jolted back to attention, fixing the pinpoint of his gaze deep into her eyes. Cécelie swallowed her fearful tremors, forcing confidence behind the movements of her hands. Tightening her grip, she watched the cold advent of smirk spread from the corner of his mouth. She allowed her own lips to mirror his. "If you are amazed at what information I can ply out of you think of what I can ply out of Tournot," she paused to wrap her arms around him, "Philippe."
He cocked his clean-shaven chin upwards at his name, his jaw clenching and his eyes narrowing even colder. She knew his look was nothing but intimidation, and yet, she struggled to remain reassured. From the depths of his bare and brawny chest, rumbles of closed-mouthed laughed sounded. "I do not doubt you or your fear of failure, Cécelie," he barely managed to whisper through his breathing.
With no warning, Javert clawed his hands purposely around her shoulders, flipping her onto her stomach without so much as a shadow of a struggle. Cécelie cried out at the sudden violence, a trill of excitement to her fear.
The damp warmth of his bare skin covered her body in delicious weight, pressing her, pinning her, bending her to fit him. His knee parted her thighs, and his touch traveled down her side. At the sensation of his hand's rough caress between her legs, Cécelie turned her face into the downy mattress, unwilling to share the moan that welled up within her. A second moan followed the first as she felt him enter, a contraction of pleasure writhing through her every sinew. She needed breath.
Strong fingers weaved their way through the silken strands of her hair, turning her face over as if her thoughts had been read. His hot, damp breath circled her ear as more fingers forced their way beneath her body, grasping and cupping her left breast tightly. Releasing his grip, his hand moved higher, encircling her neck, throttling the little air she had caught. He squeezed until hers gasps grew audible, until he felt her gagging in his clutch.
"Hush," his deep voice rumbled into her frame, "now it is my turn to see just what I may ply out of you." A cruel laugh followed immediately. With that, he drove deep into the heart of her, repeatedly and eagerly. Each thrust sent shocks through her limbs, her core swelling immediately with sweltering pleasure.
Fingernails bit the tender flesh of her neck, and the intoxicating scent of him was all she could barely breath, the sweat of his skin, the dampness of his breath. He slowed his taking, his hands traveling anew over the curves of her body, arresting her hands from her sides.
Filled with a sudden urge to fight, Cécelie struggled against his grip. One hand freed for a moment, she chuckled, trying to raise herself from beneath his brawn. With a snarl, he trapped it crushingly once more, pinning her tightly to the bed, capturing every shuddering, quivering muscle of her body somehow with his.
He brought his teeth down in a fierce bite on the softness of her ear. "You know better than to defy me. Where is your place, Cécelie?"
He felt only cold laughter rolling in her throat beneath him. His hands pulled her arms behind her as far from their sockets as he could, a smirk crossing his face at her inevitable cry of pain. "Where is it?" he demanded into her ear again.
Craning her neck, she managed to place a dry kiss on the smoothness of his chin, a graze of teeth biting quickly at the cleft in its center. "Under you always, good Inspector," her murmur eager with anticipation in his ear.