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She’s mine, and I’ll annihilate anyone who’s ever hurt her.
No one will ever lay a finger on her… except me.
Already, without my willing it, my hands are on her dress, ripping at the pretty, flimsy fabric, tearing it off her body in a furious campaign to bare it to my gaze. Her breasts pop out of her bodice first, two small, delicious globes tipped with erect brown nipples, followed by her narrow ribcage and flat belly, all covered by that glowing, bronzed skin that makes me think of captured sunshine, of warmth, light, and purity—all the things I hunger for, everything I want.
Her lower body is next, her barely-there thong all but disintegrating in my hands to expose a pussy that’s as delicate and soft as I remember. My mouth waters at the recollection of her sweet, rich flavor, of how those tender folds felt on my lips, under my tongue, clenched on my fingers… fingers that can’t help but grip her thighs, pulling them wide apart.
Her soft brown eyes meet mine, slumberous with desire, edged with that provoking wariness, and the last shreds of my self-control unravel. Like a starving animal, I fall upon her, burying my face between her thighs, lapping at her slickness, gorging on her salt-and-berry essence, on the warmth and sunlight that is her.
She gasps and grips my head, her fingers clenching in my hair as she arches underneath me, writhing at each greedy stroke of my tongue. Soon, my fingers join in as well, toying with her clit while I lick her opening, reveling in the wetness I find there. She’s as delicious as I remembered, all silk and heat and molten honey, and though my cock is on the verge of bursting, I can’t tear myself away from what I’m doing, can’t stop until I feel her come again.
And come she does. With a choked cry, she bucks underneath me, her back bowing off the bed as her fingers tighten in my hair, all but tearing it out by the roots as more delicious slickness coats my lips and tongue.
The surge of satisfaction is as intense as it is brief, my lust having only sharpened with her orgasm. Hot blood pounds in my temples, my balls drawn tight and every muscle in my body tense with need. There’s no gentleness left inside me, no patience, just raw, primal hunger to possess and claim, to bury my throbbing cock inside her heat.
Driven by a purely animalistic instinct, I flip her over and loop my arm under her hips, raising her shapely little ass toward me until she’s standing on all fours. Her smooth cheeks are a little fuller, a little rounder than the last time I saw her naked, the rosebud of her sphincter a tiny, tempting dot, and my hunger intensifies to a knife’s edge sharpness, my body tightening to an unbearable degree. I’m barely cognizant of my actions as I rip open my fly and free my cock, then line it up against her gleaming slit.
I have to have her. Now.
The drumbeat of desire grows deafening, drowning out everything, blurring the world around us. I’m no longer man; I’m nothing more than primal hunger, a savage, atavistic need.
Gripping her slim hips, I plunge inside, reveling in the slick grip of her inner walls, in the delicious tightness of her narrow passage. She cries out, a sound of pain, but I can’t stop, can’t do anything but thrust even deeper, taking her, claiming her, satisfying the feral lust scorching me inside.
Mine. All fucking mine. My hips pump savagely, my heart pounding like a fist against my chest. Distantly, I’m aware that I’m being far too rough, but I can no more slow down than I can let her go. She’s all silky tightness and wet heat, the closest thing to heaven a man can know. Her pleading gasps and cries only spur me on, heightening my lust, fueling the beast inside me.
I fuck her like there’s no tomorrow, like nothing outside this moment matters. Maintaining my grip on her with one hand, I wind the other in her hair and pull, making her arch her back as I thrust in harder, deeper, imprinting my brand on her tender flesh. I can feel the orgasm boiling up inside me, my balls tightening until they’re nearly as hard as my throbbing cock, and as she screams my name and spasms around me, the release crashes over me like a tsunami, sending ecstasy exploding through my nerve endings and painting the world around me bright white.
24
Chloe
Dazed, I flop onto my belly as soon as Nikolai lets go of my hair and pulls out of my swollen, twitching flesh. Even with the orgasmic aftershocks still rippling through me, my sex feels battered, my insides sore. My thoughts are scrambled too, my mind as sluggish as if I were emerging from a deep sleep.
