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chin with my thumb and forefinger and pressed my mouth to hers. I swallowed her gasp and trailed my tongue along the seam of her lips, tasting everything that made Elise up. She was so fucking addicting, and I couldn’t stop myself from fully pressing my mouth on hers, my body to hers.

Her moan was a sweet sound, an intoxicating one, and when she opened her mouth wider for me, allowing me access to the hot, wet, tempting cavern, I gladly slipped my tongue inside and gave her what we both needed.

Elise pressed her tongue against mine, moving it in a slow cadence that had me growing impatient, that had my cock getting harder, thicker. Pre-cum lined the tip. I felt that evidence dampen the front of my slacks. I could sense the hesitance in her, as if she were scared of going further, afraid of her own desire. I was going to drive her mad with need, have her so worked up she was begging for my cock.

And the fact that she was so unsure had something inside me waking, growing primal and so fucking impatient it wanted to claw its way out and devour her.

I wanted to take that innocence for myself, to claim her like no man had ever taken her. And I had no doubt I could open her eyes to see that, to show her she was mine. If she thought this was a one-off time, Elise was fucking mistaken. No one else would have her. No other man would taste her, sample the nectar between her thick, gorgeous thighs.

She. Is. Mine.

I pulled back but cupped her chin with my thumb and forefinger again, staring into her eyes, conveying what she meant to me without saying a damn word. I would take her in every way possible, in any way she’d let me. And when Elise didn’t think she could take any more, I’d give her even more. So much more.

I wanted her to know what we were doing, that this was irrevocable, consuming… permanent. I wanted everything from her, and I wanted to give her everything. And by the time this was all said and done, Elise would know that without any doubt in her mind.

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Elise

If I died right now, I wouldn’t even care. I felt so free and anxious, but the good kind, the kind that had me seeking more, so much more. I wasn’t about to question the fact that I was his employee, that this was frowned upon. But then again, he was my boss and made the rules.

If he was okay with this, not caring if his own rules were broken, why should I give it a second thought?

I wanted to feel him touch me all over, to consume me. I wanted those strong hands stroking over my body, those lips caressing the most sensitive parts of me, the most intimate parts. To have all that raw power wrapped up in a six-foot-five frame, the lean, hard muscle, the strength that poured from him, was almost too much for me to even comprehend. I could have orgasmed just from the pictures in my head of Lucius and me.

The way he kissed me, held my face, started off almost gentle, but the longer we were pressed together, his hardness to my softness, was winding both of us tighter and higher. I felt it inside me, and I felt it pouring out of him.

But then he was devouring my mouth, became more demanding, nonverbally telling me he needed everything from me.

And in this moment, I wanted to give him all of me.

I felt Lucius move his hand along my jaw and then to the back of my neck, gripping my nape tight and pulling me impossibly closer. My chest was pressed right to his, my breasts against his pecs, my nipples hard enough to cut glass. I had my palms on his chest, curling my nails against the crisp material of his shirt, wanting to crawl inside him and never leave. He made me feel so good, made me want more than I ever even fantasized.

And then I let him fuck my mouth. And in all honesty, that was exactly what Lucius was doing. He fucked me between my lips fast and hard, and I could feel all that primal, fiery energy moving through him and into me. I could picture him above me, his hands on my inner thighs as he forced me to take the massive cock I could feel