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“Perhaps you’re right.” The cruel temptress offered a languid nod. “Twenty tongue lashes does seem like a fitting punishment for your great crime.”
He was to experience this fully?
She smiled at him—then she devoured his length.
He did howl this time. There was nothing better than this. Sweat dotted his face, his nape, and a bead trickled between his shoulder blades. The searing heat. The dizzying need and wet pleasure and, and, and... “Yes, sweetling. Yes. Just like that.” He rocked into her eager mouth, careful, so careful.
Another rock, a little less careful.
She didn’t accept his length—she demanded it. He couldn’t think...had never had this. Had never wanted it from another. But this...he loved. Chantel sucked and laved him, and he was losing his mind. No sweeter torment.
“It’s good, sweetling.” He braced his heels on the mattress and lightly pumped his hips. “So good. Your mouth is...my heaven.”
She did things with her tongue and teeth, forcing him closer to the edge.
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” He begged? He didn’t care. Bliss beckoned. One arm moved of its own accord, his fingers weaving into her hair and fisting. Panting graduated into heaving, breath sawing in and out of his mouth. Heat built at the base of his spine, pressure increasing.
He tried to stave off his climax, to savor this. The sensations escalated, until one bled into another. His entire body became a live wire electrified by the slightest touch. He chanted her name. Moaned and groaned it.
Focus consumed by Chantel, Kaysar lost sight of everything else. For the first time, he had no troubles. War had no meaning, and vengeance had no place. Satisfaction had filled him, soon to overflow.
“Yes!” With a roar, he poured his pleasure down her throat. Loving it. Instantly addicted. Robbed of thought and breath, ready to throw the world at this woman’s feet.
She swallowed every drop, humming with the power of her conquest. After giving his rod a final suck, she released it and eyed him with sultry demand. “I think someone enjoyed his punishment.”
Already hard again, Kaysar cupped her nape, gripped her outer thigh, and flipped her to her back. “My first taste of such a pleasure has obsessed me for eternity. I’ll want your mouth on me every day.”
“What do you mean, your first? No other woman has...” When he shook his head, she offered him a sultry smile and pinched her nipples. “I’m glad I was your first.”
Carnal and wanton. Mine. “My only.”
Her eyelids dipped the way he adored. “Do you have me where you want me, Kaysar?”
“I have you where you belong, sweetling. With me.” He settled his weight on his knees and slid a finger into her core. A groan parted his lips. Soaking wet. Blazing heat. Tight. “You’ve ruined me for others.”
“That’s right. You’re mine, and only mine?” She spread her legs further, arching as he pumped the finger into her. Then two. Slowly working and stretching her. Preparing her body for his invasion.
“All yours.” He dipped his head to stroke his firm tongue against her clit, and she moaned.
“Not all. Not yet. Soon.”
Will never get enough of her sweetness. When he thrust his tongue in her, mimicking sex, she moaned louder.
“Kaysar,” she cried. “So good, so good, but I need something bigger. Give it to me. Give. Please.”
Can’t resist her. He set the head of his shaft at her opening and gently pushed, breaching her tight, slick walls. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
Groaning, she melted around him. “Hurts without you.”
He delved deeper, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. “Never felt...anything like this.”
“Give more.” The way she moved her body... She owned his.
As he gained another inch, sweat sheened his brow. His breaths shallowed. Halfway in, he stilled, letting himself go no farther. With the pad of his thumb, he stroked her clit. “Tell me you need me.”
“I do, I do.”
“Tell me you can’t get enough of me.”
“I can’t. Only want more.”
He brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked, then gripped the headboard once again to hold himself steady. “You want all of me?”
“Yes. You promised everything.” She clutched at his back and rocked her hips, maddening him. “I waited so long, Kaysar. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
“No. No more waiting,” he croaked. No one had ever wanted the real, flawed Kaysar. Until this female with her wide eyes and vulnerable heart changed his life forever.
With a hoarse cry, he thrust deeeeep, impaling her on his length.
Their cries crashed together as her inner walls gloved him, tighter than any fist, hotter than summer honey and softer than rose petals.
By sheer will, he remained motionless. “Hurt?”
“Perfect.” Wrapping her limbs around him, she bucked against him, commanding, “Do it again. You can’t hurt me. You can’t be too rough. I’ll like it.”
Kaysar obeyed, pulling out and surging in. A frenzy took hold then. He pumped inside her again and again, slamming in, shaking the bed.
