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He felt so hot, so alive, in my palm, I couldn’t imagine letting him go. But he pushed my hand away then met my eyes. “Lie down,” he said.

I did, uncaring of the cold floor, knowing that he would warm me.

And he did, as he covered me with his huge body, his warmth on top of me, the cold floor beneath me creating a delicious contrast, one that heightened the moment.

I was surprised when he kissed me, but not all surprised when I kissed him back.

I kissed him deeply, with everything I had, all of my emotion, all of the turmoil, all of it.

He did the same, mastering my mouth as his hands roamed my body, leaving little trails of fire in their wake.

He broke the kiss, moving down my body.

He pushed my T-shirt up but didn’t bother taking it off.

In less than a breath, he had latched onto one of my nipples, as he tortured the other with his fingers.

He sucked me in, then licked, switched sides, and did the same.

My breasts had never been particularly sensitive, but then, when it came to Davit, what I had thought about myself was meaningless.

Because I had never experienced anything like him, like the way he made me feel.

How he chased away all reason.

Anything I might have experienced before was nothing in the face of his onslaught. And though my instinct was to shrink away, I didn’t.

Instead, I moved toward that feeling, arching underneath beneath him, begging for something.

I didn’t know what, but one thing I did know was that he would give me what I needed, chase away my insecurities, quench the fire that only he was able to create.

He released my nipple and molded his hands down my waist, over the slope of my stomach, to settle between my thighs.

He pushed my legs open wide, then hovered above me, his face level with my sex.

My stomach muscles clenched, and nerves came over me.

I’d never done this, felt nervous in a way I didn’t usually with him.

But his breath against my clit was driving me insane.

Something I knew he knew and could tell that he was enjoying from the slight curve of his lips.

I also knew that he wouldn’t give me what I said desperately wanted, not unless I asked.

So we stayed that way, the seconds ticking by, my desire an inferno.

One that eventually consumed any insecurity.

“Please,” I said on a low, breathy moan.

I had never heard my voice like that, but then, I had never wanted, needed, anything is much as I needed him, and now.

And, like I had known he would, he gave me exactly what I was asking for.

The long, languid stroke of his tongue from my clit to my hole and back again had me arching off the floor.

He had anchored his forearms around my thighs. He was so strong that I barely moved.

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