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“Are you wet for me?”
The answer was easier than the one before. “Yes.”
Chuckling as darkly as I’d ever heard, he slipped his hand between my legs, rubbing my pussy through the thin lace of my panties.
“Yes, you are. But I’m going to make you even wetter.”
That I also believed.
I could tell he was removing his clothes yet taking his time to do so, which only increased the excitement surging through me.
When he returned, I longed to see him, to have his naked body pressed against mine. There was no surprise when he slipped a finger under the lace, fingering my slickness. I closed my eyes, undulating my hips in appreciation. The new wave of sensations was short lived as he removed his finger. I was certain he was leaving me in this state of agony, moaning in appreciation as he slid the material over my hips, lifting one foot then the other so he could remove my panties altogether.
The way he gripped my hips was possessive, his hold awakening the last of the woman imprisoned inside. When I was with him, it seemed as if anything was possible. Every sound he made was more like a deep growl, the flutter of my heart a direct response to his utter appreciation of what I was offering.
When he dropped to the floor behind me, I clamped my fingers around the thick comforter, reeling from the fact he had full control over me. And in my mind, that was perfectly acceptable. My core was overheated at this point, the scent of my desire more intense than before.
He opened my legs, caressing my heated bottom before cracking his hand across it. I knew the action was nothing more than a reminder that he was in charge, but instead of dread and pain, I felt the eroticism of it, which heightened the level of pleasure that much more.
A slight gasp escaped my mouth the moment his warm, wet tongue sliced through my swollen folds into my tight channel. The surprise was amazing and I pushed up from the bed, only to have him press his hand against my back once again. When he shifted his tongue to my clit, stroking it across before sucking the tender tissue, I was tossed toward a raging climax.
There was nothing so filthy and sinful as having his face buried in my pussy. Everything about the man was controlling, but this was something else entirely. He was expert in making me blush, in creating the kind of heat that could turn explosive in an instant. As he began to lick me fervently, I was pushed further into a breathless wonder of pure ecstasy.
I was thrown by how scintillating it felt, more so than I’d experienced with him before. The pleasure rolling through me was so intense that within a few seconds, I was blown away by the powerful orgasm. I could no longer feel my legs, but he held me tightly, rolling his tongue up and down. As he pressed his thumbs into my dark hole, I issued another involuntary moan, my entire body shaking violently.
How could anything so dirty feel so incredible?
I could tell he was enjoying the moment, now licking me furiously as I writhed in his hold. There was something so enlightening about his dark growls, as if this was his great escape once again. As another orgasm powered into me, vivid colors danced behind my eyes. I found myself ripping at the comforter, every sound I made unintelligible.
The euphoria was unlike anything I’d felt before, my mind spinning at what this could mean. I wasn’t a fool to think the brutal man could fall in love and I certainly didn’t want to find myself entrenched in his savage world, but the connection we shared was once in a lifetime. That I knew instinctively.
Feeling alive was exactly what I needed, yet everything that could destroy me.
Only as I started to come down from the intense euphoria did I sense him rising to his feet, brushing his long fingers from one hipbone to the other as he did so. “Lie on the bed, my little peach. I need to bask in your beauty.”
There was no question that I would do as he said. I crawled onto my hands and knees first, taking my time to enjoy the moment before easing down on my back. The man had the ability of taking my breath away, his insanely gorgeous body everything a woman could desire. His fully erect cock was an indication of his level of hunger and I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip in appreciation.
The spike in my heartrate as he sauntered toward the bed brought another wave of longing between my legs. My thighs remained sticky, the hard thudding of my heart keeping me licking my parched lips. As he finally crawled onto the bed, I was struck once again by how handsome he was. His features were no longer hardened as they’d been before, his eyes no longer piercing mine while searching my soul.
But I continued to search his even as our connection continued to grow. He planted one hand beside me then the other while placing his legs between mine. There was something casual about the way he used his knee to widen them, making it perfectly clear I belonged to him at this moment.
And obviously for longer.
As he slowly lowered down, taking his time in doing so, I palmed his chest. He lifted a single eyebrow, his look of amusement bringing a nervous laugh up from my throat.
“You will not deny me, my peach. I think you know what will happen if you do. Now, hands over your head. Be a good girl for me.”
Good girl.
I had no intentions of being good, yet I found myself obeying him as I’d done before. As he pulled my leg into the air, bending it at the knee, I started to swoon. His eyes never left mine, the man never blinking as he slowly lowered his head, pressing kisses along my knee and the inside of my leg. He whispered additional words in Spanish, every syllable as mesmerizing as the man.
Every caress kept me tingling, every heated lick making me ready to beg the man to bury his cock inside. I knew he was tormenting me on purpose but there was also so much more to what he was doing. His actions tonight were about teaching me that I could trust him, that there was no reason to fear him in any way. Whether or not I could give him what he wanted remained to be seen.
After pressing my knee against his side, brushing fingers down to my hip, he positioned the tip of his cock at my slickened folds. I wanted so much to touch him but didn’t dare trying. This was his night, his moment of seducing me his way. And I sensed he wasn’t like this with other women. The time we’d spent together away from his environment had somehow changed him.
Just like he’d changed me.
As he slowly pushed the tip inside, I bit back a series of moans, but I knew that would be short lived. His passion was far too electrifying, his touches searing my skin.
