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She rubbed the side of her face and curled her hand behind her neck. Her face turning pink. “Maybe if we closed the curtains. Turn off the lights. It’s very bright in here.”

Okay, so they were definitely not on the same page. “Ved’ma, if I had it my way, you would be spread-eagle before me with nothing covering you except a spotlight.” He licked his lips. “And me.”

She gasped again, adding more color to the pretty picture she made. He pulled back, stood up, and ignored his body’s protests over his retreat. “How about this? I’ll close the blinds.” Her breath whooshed as if she’d been holding it since birth. “And get naked. While you do the same.”

“Get naked?” She gulped. Should he have given her more time? He would have, but they didn’t have much.

“Yes.” He stalked towards the windows. His legs were gangly and awkward as they continued their protests.

He returned, discarding items of clothing. The shadows from the recessed lighting over the bed hid his features while highlighting hers. Bronzing her skin and glazing her nipples into honeyed pecans. Her buds drew as hard and stiff as the nut when he toed off his boxers. His dick bobbed, ready and pulsing with need.

“Wait,” she gasped when he crawled up the bed and hooked his fingers into the band of her yoga pants. Pulling them from her body and tossing them to the floor. He should have removed them with his teeth, but hunger drove him too hard for finesse.

“No waiting, baby. What is it about you that makes waiting impossible?” He groaned. Cringing at his desperate-sounding words. Not since his teenage years had Venedikt ached for a woman. And yet, he swallowed to keep the drool from trailing up her stomach. Her hands had returned to their stations over her breasts. “Don’t cover yourself. This is mine, and I want to see it.”

He leaned down and marked her breasts. Ignoring her cry, he sucked deeper, branding her with his love bites. Before moving to place another. And another. Her taste drove reason away.

He turned his head and gasped. Shit. Deep breaths shuddered through his body, and every muscle tensed with the effort to hold back his release. He repeated his new mantra. Control. He would not dishonor himself.

His hands shook as he molded her breasts together and stuffed her

nipples into his mouth. His tongue playing, lashing and teasing, alternating sucks on the hardened tips as they lengthened and erected under the assault. When he started gnawing on them, she writhed, arching her back and lifting them off the bed with her cries. Shit.

“Too rough?” he mumbled around his captive mouthfuls. As if he could pull back. As if sane Ven was in charge.

Her newly freed fingers raked his scalp, shoving his head back down. “No,” she whined. “Not at all.”

“Good girl.” He shoved more into his mouth, pulling and tugging, gnawing up, and then nibbling down. He could play with her breasts all day. And finish by shoving his dick between them and shooting his seed all over her chest and neck. The picture of her nutmeg-colored skin covered with his cream required another deep breath to reign in his control. Again. What the fuck was it about her?

Did the rest of her taste as good? He was suddenly ravenous. Hungrier than he’d ever been. Sliding down her body, leaving more marks to decorate her skin. Plunging in and out of her navel and nipping around the edges there as she shivered. Her legs tensed as he descended. Nervous?

“Relax, ved’ma. This is the fun part. The part where I make you come screaming my name.”

Her legs stiffened as he wedged between them. Using his shoulders like the spreader bar he’d once seen in a fancy BDSM club. It wasn’t his thing, then. But now, he craved to have her tied down and bound. Spread open and available. Imprisoned. He’d never been that guy, but now. Oh yeah. Hell yeah. The thought of her never leaving his bed. Unable to leave his bed, was fucking with his mind. Reshaping it.

He gripped her thighs hard enough to leave light bruises. Shit. He was about to apologize. Again. But instead of responding, she moaned. The coarse sigh of his name kissed his ear. Was she more responsive when he was rougher? Did she like the thought of being taken? What was her fantasy? She said she read a lot of books. Was he a Viking, a biker, a minotaur, or a monster? What did she want him to be?

He threw her legs over his shoulders and yanked the saddle of her pussy down hard. Grappling his hands over the curve of her hips and seating her before his face.

“Oh, my God. Oh, Ven.” Her nails raked his head again before digging into his shoulders like a cat in heat.

Damn, he needed to see her. But his legs refused to budge. No fucking way. His enemies could have burst inside with guns blazing, and they wouldn’t have been able to drag him away.

His hands tightened as she wiggled her hips. Egging him on. He leaned in and took another deep whiff of her scent. What the fuck was it? It blazed through his nostrils and exploded at the back of his skull, sending tendrils of fire racing along his limbs. His ass pumped in response, grinding against the covers. Calm the fuck down. This would not be another fucking Dunya event.

His mouth dipped low and swooped in, chasing her scent. He tightened his fingers, locking her in place and nipping the inner wall of her thigh. Steam puffed against his face in response. Oh yes. Hell yes. His girl liked it rough. He bit her again. Each bite bumped her pussy against his chin in a silent plea. She wanted him to eat her pussy. Demanded it. Silently. Hell, no. “Is this what you want?” He nosed her clit.

“Ungh.” Her butt lifted and fell as she nodded.

“Nope, not good enough. You want my tongue here buried in your pussy. My mouth eating your clit, until I spit it out in a chewed-up morsel, withered and red from my attention. My tongue running from clit to pussy, doing laps like an Olympic swimmer? Then fucking ask for it.”

“Oomph.” Shit, her pussy mouth opened and closed. He almost laughed. Almost.

“Fucking answer me.”

“Yes,” she wailed. “Yes, God. Do it. Fucking do it.”

He dove in, giving her what she wanted. Needed. Unable to deny her. Would he ever be?

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