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He tossed the pins onto the floor and slid his hands into the hair at the back of her head, pulling to make her look more deeply into his eyes.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Kira. But then, you know that, don’t you?”
Her smile was full of satisfaction, almost as if she thought she was in charge. It should have made him angry, but instead a bolt of white-hot desire raged through his body.
This was not a woman he could own. Not the way he was accustomed to owning things. She would let him have her, allow him access to her body. But when it was all said and done, it was only because it pleased her to do so, and she could withdraw the invitation any time she liked.
He tightened his hold on her hair, waiting for her to gasp in pain. She didn’t, and he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to her throat. He caught the entrancing scent that seemed to follow her and his cock pushed more insistently against his jeans.
He trailed light kisses up her neck and lingered at the tender spot behind her ear.
A sigh escaped her mouth, and he touched his lips along her jaw, working his way back to her mouth. His mind howled a warning as he pressed reverent kisses at the corners of her pillowy lips.
Kissing was different than fucking.
Fucking could be impersonal. Animalistic need without a shred of feeling behind it.
This he knew firsthand.
But this didn’t feel impersonal, and his desire to kiss her was just a symptom of the problem: he wanted to be enveloped by her, wanted to envelop her.
Her lips parted, a beckoning he couldn’t ignore, and he pressed his mouth to hers with a soft groan. She opened her mouth and slipped her arms around his waist.
His tongue slipped between her lips, and then there was only the sweep of her tongue against his, the sweet heat of her mouth. He sank into it, fell through it like a warm bath, let it take him until he didn’t care if he ever came up for air.
He mapped her mouth with his tongue, wanting to learn every hidden corner, every secret she’d never shared with anyone. Her hands roved over his back, and all the while, the hunger inside him grew.
It wasn’t enough. He needed to consume her. Needed to brand every inch of her body with his hands, his mouth, his cock.
They were both gasping for breath when he broke the kiss. He picked her up in his arms and lay her on the bed. She propped herself on her elbows and watched as he stripped off his clothes, her eyes locked with his as he tossed them aside.
When he was naked, her eyes devoured his body and locked onto his cock, pulsing with need between his thighs.
“See anything you like?” he asked.
She didn’t blink. “You made me beg. Now come fuck me.”
The words were like kerosene on the flames already sweeping his body. He spread her thighs, positioned himself between her legs, and took in the glory of her body.
When he couldn’t wait any longer, he looked into her eyes. “Lay back, myvoronochka. Lay back and let me taste you.”
