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Her slow, dampened moans fill the room, her back arching and her eyes roll back into her head when she stops to sink her fingers inside, her pretty hips rocking into her hand and my eyes tense to stop myself from blinking.
“Bram...” she pants again and I nod at her, needing her to go a little bit harder and a little bit deeper. She won’t be able to get herself off otherwise.
My chest starts hurting.Deeper, deeper, I need her to fucking go deeper.Harder. She says my name again and this time there’s an underlying need in her voice, her eyes turning frantic because she can’t get the release she wants, her little body desperate to come but unable to.
“Allow me,” I say, my voice close to a snarl and I almost panic at the thought of her closing her legs and hiding away what is mine.
She shakes her head and it feels like being slapped in the face. Feels like having door after door after door closed in front of me and I turn cold. But then her eyes go despairing and she nods.
It’s all I need and I stand up, take three steps then kneel down. I don’t fucking kneel for anyone but for her...there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Putting my face on her thighs, I inhale the scent of her skin and she smells like Turkish Delight. Pure roses and sugar and pushing her hand to the side, I put my lips on her pink flesh but she jerks, closing her thighs and I almost go berserk.
“Don’t be rude,” I rasp, grinning to try to show her that I’m harmless like this, “a real lady knows when to offer up her pussy to a male.”
The girl blushes, letting me have her again and I kiss her sweetness, tasting it and she writhes, panting already.
“M...more,” she stutters and undulates and I flick my tongue out, moving it from the bottom to the top and it makes my heart feel light. Makes me feel like I’m at the gates of paradise and I coat her clit with strokes no harder than those of a painting brush and she likes it, moving closer to my mouth.
I groan, yanking her hips toward me and she lets out a yelp, before moaning,
“Bram...please...” she squeezes her eyes, “please...”
I have her on my palate, I feel her legs on my back, her fingers close to my scalp and I take a mouthful of her, the smell and taste of her drowning out the rest of the world and she floods me. She is all I have ever wanted, the missing piece that will make me feel whole.
Curving her back, her pants turn heavier, her flesh throbbing and ticking like a little bomb and when she starts coming, I shove my hand down on her mouth. Her eyes flare when I collect her screams, the first man to do so and the last.
Taking my hand away when she settles down, I look up at her, rubbing my face against her smooth thighs to praise her but she yanks the robe around her and closes her legs like she can’t believe her body’s own reactions.
“What d...did you just do to me?” she whispers. “How could you know exactly what to do?”
“Did it feel good,” I rasp, standing up and she nods. I clasp her face in my hand, a male need to know that she’s as desperate as I am, clawing in me. “Tell me you want me and only me.”
She whimpers my name again but it’s not enough and I tug her toward me, marking her with my mouth to let her know that once marked there is no going back.
Leaning in, she tilts her head to the side and her warm, sweet mouth takes away the edge off all those times I didn’t have her. Her arms brush against the sides of my neck and she doesn’t protest when I put her thigh up on my hip to deepen the kiss. I’ve never had anything like her mouth and she tastes too good to take it slow and I’m going to have to savor her later.
Right now, all I want is to take her fully and she responds with the same wildness. Her need is as strong as mine and she’s desperate to break free from the cuffs that have been placed on her and I want to roar with triumph.
Sweet girl, this is how it was supposed to have been all along. Me and her, together and our bodies slide against one another and I relish in the warmth of her. No other man but me will ever be inside of her. I’m going to be her first.
Nobody else but me will ever know what she feels like, she’ll always be my little secret and I’m the only one who will ever truly know just how tight her slit is, how eagerly her hands hold on when she comes, how syrupy her mouth tastes and how her moans are short and sharp.
It makes me groan, makes me lose myself in her. She’s my little labyrinth and I’m the monster who now hides inside of her, the same way she hides inside of me. There’s gluttony in us for each other and I don’t stop, not until she pulls away, breathing,
“Bram, I can’t stay away from you.” Her eyes are dewy like she’s conflicted and I put my mouth to her ear.
“You are not supposed to stay away from me. You’re supposed to be mine.”
She licks her puffy lips. “I don’t care anymore,” she says, shaking her head, “I don’t care anymore if it’s wrong. I want y...”
The girl jerks when there’s a pound on the door.
“Zinnia, is everything order?” Mr. Bryce growls. “I thought I heard a sound.”
“Yes...everything’s fine. I accidentally knocked over a book,” she calls frantically before starting to tug at me. “You have to go. I don’t want him to find you here”
Tensing and not moving, I look down at her and I stay immovable. I don’t want to leave. I have a right to her. More than they do. Her face distorts in panic at my refusal to cooperate and she almost lets out a choked sob.
“Bram, please...”
