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He removed his glasses and left them on the dresser before picking up a nearby chair and placing it between her and the mirror with the chair back facing her. Then he rounded her slowly and stopped behind her.
Watching their reflection, he lifted his hands to her hair, smoothing them over the curls down her back. He stroked his palms up her spine, over her shoulders, and back down the front over her breasts and stomach. She tried to look at herself through his eyes, but it was hard to do anything but feel his hands on her skin. His touch was warm, warmer than what was natural, and the calloused pads of his fingers invited goosebumps in their wake.
“You’re more beautiful than any artist’s muse who ever existed,” he said. “I can’t bear the thought of any other man looking at you or touching you like this.”
She gasped as he dragged his fingertips over the insides of her thighs. Unable to help herself, she leaned back against his body as she surrendered to the moment. He rewarded her by brushing his lips over her neck. The sensation was delicious. His broad palms around her waist felt right. When he yanked her against him, making their bodies collide, a gasp escaped her lips. The bit of roughness wasn’t unpleasant, on the contrary, but she hadn’t expected it.
He rubbed against her, pressing his erection against her lower back and whispering in her neck, “Feel what you do to me.” His fingers overlapped around her middle, making her look fragile against his much taller and masculine form. “Do you have any idea what kind of power you have?”
She couldn’t imagine having power over him.
“Right now,” he said in a hoarse voice, “you can ask me for anything, and it’ll be yours.”
Flattening a palm on her back, he pushed her forward until she had to grab the back of the chair to keep her balance.
Her skin contracted as he caressed her thigh, and when he ran a finger through her folds, her breath caught. Her inner muscles contracted. She throbbed with need, needing to be filled.
“You see, krasavitsa?” he asked when his finger came up wet with her arousal. “You didn’t need seduction.” He smoothed his palms over her ass cheeks. “Good.”
He went down onto his knees, gripping her thighs as he kissed the back of her leg. A soft nip of his teeth made her gasp, but the gentle bite hardened her clit.
“Pain and pleasure are inseparable.” He trailed his hands up the insides of her legs and brushed his fingers over her entrance. “Already you torture me, before I’ve even tasted you.” He moved her legs apart. “Don’t be shy to say what you want. A woman who asks for her pleasure drives a man wild.”
She whimpered as he planted kisses on her inner thigh. “You don’t wax,” he said, tracing the line of her slit with this thumb. “Good. I like you just the way you were made. Since the moment I saw you, I’ve wanted this.” He dragged his tongue over the crease where her globe met her thigh. When she squirmed, he tightened his grip. “Pleasure can be as unbearable as pain, and I promise to take you to the limit.”
He planted a kiss on her sex. “I want to feel you go weak as I fuck you with my tongue. I want only my voice to exist in your head when I make you scream.”
She trembled. Mac had been a good lover, but not this good. Mac would never have gone down on his knees and made her feel as if he was worshipping her body. Lann’s tongue was hot on her folds, testing and teasing her, and then he made good on his promise by stealing her breath as he fucked her with steady strokes of his tongue.
When the sensations became too much, she clamped her knees together and was rewarded with a slap on her ass. The sting shocked her, but it also turned her on. She was so taken aback she didn’t react until he delivered a few more slaps in succession.
Her heart almost stopped. Was he spanking her? Her normal reaction would be anger, mortification even, but somehow the strange situation allowed for the kink. Instead of resisting the unknown, she embraced it, internalizing the feeling. Strangely, the sting of his palm on her skin intensified her need.
He spanked her again, and then she understood what he wanted. Relaxing her legs, she threw back her head and tried not to moan as he continued the wicked work of his tongue.
He pulled away just enough to say, “Tell me.”
She understood that cryptic command too. He wanted to hear what he was doing to her. Still, she swallowed the sounds that threatened to escape, too embarrassed to let them out, even when he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. He sucked gently, taking his time to enjoy her. Unlike her, he wasn’t shy to let her hear what her body did to him. He groaned as if he couldn’t get enough.
