assault at first, but after a moment, her body softens against mine, her arms wrapping around my neck as she gives in to the heated need consuming us. She embraces me as I fuck her with my tongue and eat at her soft, lush lips, holds on to me as I bear her down to the table, my hands roaming greedily over her hips, her ribcage, the small, plump mounds of her breasts.
Her dress is in the way, so I tear it open at the bodice, too impatient to figure out all the hooks and zippers. She’s braless underneath, and her breasts spill into my hands, round and perfect, tipped by gorgeous brown nipples. My mouth waters at the sight, and I bend my head, sucking one into my mouth. It tastes like salt and berries, like everything I’ve never known I craved, and as she arches into me with a gasping cry, her small hands fisting in my hair, I know I’ll never get enough of her.
It’s utterly impossible.
My cock is so hard it hurts, my balls tight against my body as I switch my focus to the other nipple, sucking it in deep before biting down with calculated force. She cries out again, her nails digging into my skull, and I soothe the sting with gentle strokes of my tongue before delivering another bite of pain.
She’s panting now, writhing underneath me, and I know I was right about her, about our compatibility in this regard. The beast in me calls to its mirror image in her, heightening the dark chemistry between us. Pain and pleasure, violence and lust—they’ve coexisted since the dawn of time, feeding on one another, forming a sensual symphony like no other.
A symphony that I intend to play with her.
Releasing her nipple, I move down her body, ripping her dress in half along the way. It was a fine, pretty dress, but I’ll buy her another. I’ll buy her everything, take care of her every need. She’ll never go hungry, will never know want again. Because she’s mine now, her body and her mind, her secrets and her fears and her desires.
I want it all from her.
Gripping her hands, I pin them at her sides as I trail burning kisses over her heaving ribcage, her flat belly, the vulnerable V under her navel. She’s wearing a white thong, and I rip it off as well, then pin her hands again as I continue my oral exploration of her body. It’s beautiful, all slim and toned, her bronze skin like warm silk under my lips. The hair on her pussy is delicate and fine, as if it’s just growing out after a waxing, and jealousy sears me like hellbroth as I imagine her grooming herself for an ex-boyfriend… for some man who isn’t me.
Never again.
No one else will ever touch her.
I will eviscerate any man who tries.
Her breaths speed up as my lips approach her sex, the muscles in her thighs tightening even as her legs part and her hips rise off the table. She wants this, badly, and though I’m dying to taste her fully, I prolong her torment by nuzzling just the outside of her tender folds, breathing in her scent and letting the anticipation build.
“Nikolai, please…” Her voice quivers, her hands flexing in my grasp as I kiss and lick at the seam of her slit, giving her just a fraction more. “Oh God, please, just—” She gasps as my tongue finally delves between her folds, and I lap at the creamy evidence of her desire, tasting her sweet, rich essence. She’s everything I’ve imagined, everything I’ve ever wanted, and my cock throbs violently with the need to be inside her, to slide deep into her tight, wet heat. Instead, I find her clit and greedily attack it, alternately sucking and licking, and as she comes with a choked cry, I push two fingers into her spasming flesh, intensifying her orgasm and preparing her for what’s to come.
Because I won’t be gentle when I take her.
I can’t be.
Not this time.
44
Chloe
Aftershocks are still rippling through my body when I open my eyes to find Nikolai leaning over me, one hand propped on the table next to me and the other possessively cupping my sex, two long, thick fingers buried inside me. His eyes are narrowed fiercely, his jaw taut. “I’m going to fuck you now.” His voice is hard and guttural, dangerously savage. “Do you understand?”
I do. It’s a warning as much as a