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“What are you doing, little lion?” he hissed, almost as if he was in pain.
I saw the outline of his bulge in his pants and licked my bottom lip.
“Offering you a deal you can’t resist,” I told him before glancing at my wristwatch. “We have around forty-five minutes before my brothers get here.”
His hands, which today weren’t clad in his signature gloves, came to rest on my thighs. His touch was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine as I tried to suppress any embarrassing sounds that might slip from my mouth.
Davorin’s eyes were on me at all times, his face still hidden behind the mask. It took all of my self-restraint not to push myself into his touch, to feel more of him.
“You have no idea what you’ve just done, little lion,” he said, his voice sultry.
It was enough to make my heart race, to break something deep inside me. He gripped my thighs tightly and pulled me closer.
I grinned. “Bon appétit.”
It was all Davorin needed. He was quick to push the dress up to my hips.
He took a sharp intake of breath once he noticed the lack of
underwear, and then our eyes met. It was animalistic almost. Too dark, too intense, and overwhelming. He was hungry for me, and he didn’t hide it.
“You came with no underwear, Kaya?” It was as if he was directing the question to himself. “Very brave of you.”
“What can I say? It’s easy access.”
As the words left my mouth, his grip tightened, promising to leave a bruise. I saw a smirk tug on the corner of his mouth as he started to kiss my inner thigh. Slow, open-mouth kisses awaited, and my heartbeat increased.
Suddenly, Davorin sank his teeth into my skin, tearing a moan from my throat. He kissed it almost immediately, to soothe the pain, but it was the pain I particularly enjoyed. Tingles spread across my body, and goosebumps followed suit.
He was taking his sweet time, as if we weren’t on a clock, and I was aching for his touch. His fingers, his hands, were everywhere aside from the place I needed them most.
His mouth was drawing closer and closer. My fingers tangled in his hair, and I tried to pull him towards me, but Davorin’s response was a low chuckle and a shake of his head.
Our eyes met again, and it was the first time I’d seen a man so hungry for me. It was an exhilarating feeling, and it embedded itself deep inside me, even in my bones. It was a feeling I was going to crave—a release only he could give me.
His finger teased my folds, never truly touching the part that was aching. Then a slow smirk appeared on his face, as if he’d decided to put me out of my misery.
His mouth found my clit, and I tugged harshly on his hair. He swirled his tongue around before biting down. A small scream of pleasure escaped my lips, and Davorin took it as an encouragement to continue.
“You taste like divinity, little lion,” he breathed.
His hot breath made my skin tingle, and I wanted more. I was greedy for whatever he had to offer and didn’t care what it was.
Hungrily, his tongue picked up the pace, and his hands moved to my outer thighs so he could pull me closer to him. He definitely wasn’t able to breathe, but it didn’t seem like he cared.
He was like a starved predator, devouring his prey.
My moans echoed around the room, and the louder I got, the harder he clasped my thighs. It was getting too intense for me to handle.
He groaned as he sucked on my sensitive clit. “Fucking hell, little lion,” he muttered, and not once did he stop what he was doing.
One of his hands left my leg, and I screamed in ecstasy when he inserted two fingers inside me.
“Fuck,” I breathed and felt Davorin chuckle against my skin.
His words were permanently stuck in my head, on repeat, like the perfect melody. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he picked up the pace, the sudden change in rhythm throwing me off guard.
In a good way of course.
