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“Oh?” I’ve terrified plenty of people before, but never by kissing them.
“I don’t understand these feelings. If you kiss me, or I kiss you, we’re supposed to feel nothing. We’re supposed to feel squicked out.”
I laugh softly. Squicked out. She’s so cute. “Who says?”
“It’s a law of nature. Of growing up calling you uncle. No one in the world wants this for us. Our family is supposed to come first. My father, my siblings, and all our cousins will be horrified to know what we just did.”
Judging from the drunken look in Zenya’s eyes, her lecture isn’t even working on her. “You can’t help what you feel and it’s not a crime to want me. Are you wet?”
She gasps and her hands tighten on my shoulders as she practically begs, “Uncle Kristian,please.”
I slide my hand deeper into her hair. Enough pretending that she doesn’t want me. My patience just ran out. “Squeeze your pretty thighs together and tell me how slippery you feel.”
With my other hand on her ass, I feel her muscles clench as she does what she’s told, and she moans as she realizes she’s soaking.
I glance quickly around the room and notice a sliding door into another room. I pull it back and see a small office space and push Zenya into it. The room is dark and far from soundproof, but it will do for what I have in mind.
“Turn around,” I tell her.
“Why?” she asks while doing as she’s told and glancing at me over her shoulder. Her eyes are huge.
I move her hair aside so I can kiss the nape of her neck and slide my hands down her thighs. Then I begin to draw her dress up her thighs.
“Uncle Kristian—”
“Shh. Close your eyes. Pretend I’m someone else if you want to. The stranger in black who only wants to make you feel good. You liked him so much.”
“He was so uncomplicated. I did want him,” she says with a whimper.
“He wants you, too.” I pull her underwear aside and slide down until I’m kneeling at her feet, her peachy ass in my face. I plant a kiss on her and then sink my teeth into her warm flesh.
Marking her.
Mine.
Zenya’s hips wriggle in my grasp. “What are you—oh God.”
I part her feet and thighs with my hands and lick her from her core all the way up to her ass. She tastes fucking delicious. I run my tongue over her again, and then concentrate the gentle lashes of my tongue on her tight ring of muscle.
“Seriously, what are you doing?” she whisper-shrieks, panting as her fingers flex against the wall.
I don’t bother to answer because it’s pretty damn obvious what I’m doing. I’m sure it feels strange to her, but from the way she’s breathing and gasping I know she likes it. While she’s distracted, I draw her underwear down her legs, help her step out of them, and push them into my pocket.
It’s the second time I’ve gotten down on my knees for her, and I like it here just fine. In fact, I love it. My princess tastes wonderful from down here.
When she’s so turned on, her legs tremble in my grasp, and I stand up slowly, getting a good look at the pink burn in her cheeks and the way her lips are parted as she breathes hard. There’s a fierce ache in my chest as I witness her experiencing something for the first time and loving it.
Standing behind her, I reach around her for her clit and massage it with my fingertips, watching her eyelashes flutter as pleasure rolls through her.
With my other hand, I stroke her sex from behind and gather wetness on my middle finger. I draw it up and caress the pucker of her ass. And then press lightly into it.
Zenya’s eyes open wide. I’m not inside her ass yet, but she just realized it’s what I intend to do.
“It feels good, princess,” I murmur in her ear. “Promise. Want to try it?”
The color in her cheeks burns harder than ever. She licks her lips, thinking. Her sweet little hesitation has blood surging to my dick, and I don’t wait. I push the tip of my finger into her and groan at the tight compression.
Zenya gasps and grabs the wrist of my hand I’m currently using to caress her clit. “What—ahh.”
