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Looking at him was the same as staring at the sun. He was scorching. Beautiful. Fascinating, but I couldn’t do it for too long or I’d risk permanent damage. He catapulted forward over me, bracing himself with his hands by my shoulders, and as he lifted up, he kicked off the pants wadded around his ankles. His thick erection swayed and bobbed as he moved, and nerves clamped my stomach. All of that was about to go inside me.

When he was as naked as I was, he lowered and set his cock in the cradle between my thighs. I shuddered with pleasure and anticipation, and my lungs refused to work. All he had to do was slide back a few inches and then he could charge forward. Is that how he’d do it? Take my virginity in one quick thrust? If that was the most painful way to do it, it was likely the choice he’d make.

He reared back, but instead of positioning himself at my entrance, Vasilije continued to move down my body, until his mouth was on my breasts and his stomach was pressed against my pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure as he chewed on my nipple. I peered down at him and watched his cheeks hollow as he sucked so hard on my flesh, it ached. I writhed and squirmed beneath him, but never asked him to stop.

Only because I wanted to please him. I mean, I didn’t like this . . . right? His cruel mouth was leaving red marks on my white skin, and it was going to look a hell of a lot worse tomorrow. I kneaded and clawed at his shoulders. I arched my back, shifting away from his sharp teeth, but all that did was roll him from one breast to the other, and I couldn’t help but think I’d done it subconsciously.

Oh my God. I wanted the marks on me to be even.

I whimpered and whined. I rubbed my wet clit against the notches of his abdominals, desperate for his punishing mouth to let up, and needing relief from the ache in my core. He had me pinned to the mattress, holding me captive with his lips and the promise he was going to fuck me.

There was a loud pop as my nipple broke free from his mouth, and he shifted once more, moving further down the length of my body. So, I hadn’t been wrong after all. It was going to be hours of torturous foreplay. The skin he’d abused was warm and tender, but the burn was sexy. I felt thoroughly used.

“Get these fucking legs open wider,” he snarled, and he slapped his fingers on the insides of my thighs. I yelped with pain and immediately obeyed, yanking my legs wide open. The gasp that poured from my mouth was so loud, I should have been embarrassed, but when his tongue swiped through my pussy, all I could think was I needed him to do it again.

My thighs were on fire from the painful slaps he’d inflicted, but I held perfectly still, and moaned as he feasted on me. His tongue wandered over my flesh, toying with my clit, flicking back and forth until everything from my waist down was shaking. His eyes were closed, and his eyebrows tugged together, separated by a crease. He was concentrating so hard.

Working to bring me pleasure.

It was dirty, and erotic, and my mouth fell open watching. The sensation of his wet, soft tongue was like nothing else. A dark, primal need took control. It demanded satisfaction, and made me a slave to this man. I’d do anything to keep him going.

“Oh my God, Vasilije,” I cried.

“You like how I’m eating you out?”

“Yes,” I whispered. It was vulgar, but I didn’t fucking care. Once again, I was so far removed from what was normal for me, I felt overwhelming freedom. I could say or do anything dirty and nasty and wrong, without shame. I put my hands on my knees, pressing them further open, widening to the point of discomfort. I didn’t want him to have any excuse to stop, but once I started touching myself, my hands had a mind of their own.

They roamed over my legs. Up my thighs, my stomach, all the way until I filled them with my breasts and relished the lingering pain from his vicious mouth. It felt so bad, it was good. No, better. It was perfect.

“You’re going to make me . . .” My lips trembled as the words failed me. He’d taken a flamethrower to my body and torched me. The heat from his mouth had burned me beyond recognition and I was a completely different person.

“Come on, now. Get there.” His voice was urgent and excited, encouraging my orgasm. “You like that?”


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