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The moment of tenderness was gone, passion erupting between us. He swept his tongue inside, the connection shared spiraling the moment out of control. Gone was any concept of self-control, the rabid hunger becoming stronger with every passing second. He controlled my mouth and my tongue, his hold and his demeanor completely dominating.
As I knew he’d be.
I wiggled in his hold, the man capturing every moan erupting from my throat. As I fell into the darkness of the man and his magic, I sensed he’d lifted me off the floor, pulling me back by several feet. Seconds later, he fisted my hair with one hand, forcing a break in the kiss, dragging his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other. I gasped for air, the whimpers becoming louder.
The man could French kiss like no other, the controlling action leaving me breathless. I’d never engaged in a one-night stand, but I sensed that was exactly what this was going to be. There was one last fleeting attempt to pull away. And as I’d done before, I failed utterly and completely. Maybe that was exactly what I needed to drag me out of the ugly vacuum of self-pity and terror I’d placed myself in.
Francois used my hair as a leash, pulling back my head and exposing my neck. A growl swept up from the depths of his being as he blew hair across my face and jaw. As he pressed his mouth against my cheek, brushing his lips ever so slowly to my neck, another shot of electricity rolled through me. The moment he raked his teeth along my pulse of life, I shuddered in his hold,clutching at his clothes as if I would fall into a dark abyss were he not holding me.
When he bent me over the edge of the large table, I gasped. “Oh, my.” I didn’t have time to ask him what he was doing before he slipped his hands under my dress, pushing up the material then yanking my panties down by the teensy-tiny strings holding the thong together.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, taking several scattered breaths as I tried to focus.
Before answering, I watched in a mixture of horror and fascination as he brought my damp panties to his mouth and nose, inhaling the aroma of my raging desire.
Oh, God. This was really happening.
Still keeping me in limbo, he pocketed my panties then slid his hands ever so slowly up the insides of my thighs, the touch like a feather. Somehow, I had a feeling the gesture would be the last moment of tenderness I’d get for the evening. As if to prove my point, he pressed my knees all the way to the table, opening me so wide that the cool air brought an instant groan.
“You’re very wet,” he murmured, although there was no surprise in his voice.
I couldn’t answer, no longer able to find my voice.
“And as to your question, beautiful doll. I’m feasting.” The man’s actions had always been deliberate, a killer with a glorious smile and dancing blue eyes, but tonight he was taking his time, blowing down the length of my pussy as he pressed his palms against my smooth flesh.
Tingles of horror and excitement tore through me, the savagery of what was happening floating away, replaced by a need so intense I lost myself completely. When I drifted off to some perfect fantasyland, he swirled the tip of his tongue around my clit. The man was attempting to drive me crazy, and it was working.
Moans continuously slipped from my lips as he flicked his tongue back and forth. Dear God, my pussy muscles were clenching and releasing every few seconds. It had been so long since a man had touched me intimately that I’d forgotten how much I’d always wanted to enjoy a rough and tumble round of intimacy.
Maybe I’d lived a sheltered life for far too long.
“Sweet, like honey,” he said quietly.
Was I supposed to answer that? I certainly knew that wasn’t going to happen. I laughed nervously instead, wishing I could find the courage to watch everything he was doing. I would be far too embarrassed, although that was already occurring. I sensed he was watching me, studying my reactions and I couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes.
He dug his fingers into my inner thighs, holding me down as if I was a small creature he knew would eventually attempt to get away. Why did I know innately that it wasn’t possible, that he’d hunt me down if for no other reason than to lock away the possession he’d just captured?
I bit back a laugh then a moan, cognizant I was losing control of not only my body but my mental functions as well.
“I could feast on you for hours.” His words were frank, said with no emotion, and I had no doubt they were truthful.
If I had to be honest with myself, I’d say I wouldn’t mind in the least.
I chewed on my inner cheek until he thrust a single finger past my swollen folds. “Oh, God.” I jerked up quickly, slamming my palms against the table.
“So tight, beautiful doll. You’re not a virgin, are you?”
The way he was looking at me was as if he was a carnivorous beast, wanting nothing more than for me to admit I was. “No.” I wanted to be. I wanted him to be my first. Oh, I was going to hell for my thoughts, the filthy sin I was committing.
“Pity. I would enjoy deflowering you, taking my time showering you with every aspect of passion.” He pressed his lips against one thigh then the other, adding a second then a third finger, pumping quickly. When he flexed them open, my toes curled and I threw my head back, whimpering as another wave of stars in vibrant colors floated in front of my eyes.
I remained unblinking, staring up at the ceiling as he made good on his promise, feasting with such fervor that he sounded like an animal in the wild. The thought was ridiculous and primal, enticing my imagination to wonder what he’d do next.
As if reading my mind, he pulled the tender tissue of my clit between his teeth, sucking as he issued several deep growls. I pressed my hand against my face, finally allowing myself to laugh softly as he focused his attention on making me deliriously happy. It was so glorious it felt as if a man was performing oral sex on me for the first time. Holy crap. If the man was as good at hard fucking as he was licking, eating me raw like a piece of chocolate, then I was all in for a full round of his teachings.
Maybe I’d become his disciple.
A flush of embarrassment tore through me from the sinful thoughts, my mind racing to every bad girl place, every image I’d captured in the back of my mind.
