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He held me in place, thrusting even harder, filling me to the point my pussy muscles ached. Everything about this moment was incredible.

Higher.

Flying.

Soaring.

I couldn’t feel my legs.

My arms were tingling.

My toes curled.

Every sound he made, his whispers in Spanish kept the arousal going higher.

And higher.

I feared I’d crash into sweet oblivion.

As I started to come down, I gripped his shoulder with one hand, digging my nails into his skin. He’d yet to come, his cock rock hard as he slowed his pace.

How the hell could the man hold back? We were both panting and I lolled my head against his shoulder. Everything about him was so entirely different than anyone I’d been with. He caressedmy hair, stroking my back with his callused fingers and I knew I’d died and was tasting a little bit of heaven.

Right before I’d be dragged back to hell for my sins.

But I didn’t care.

He lifted my head, guiding my chin with a single finger. “We’re not finished yet, my beautiful Christine. In fact, we’re just beginning.”

CHAPTER 5

Kruz

An unexpected madness.

That’s what I’d call my behavior, a slip into brief but extremely pleasurable insanity.

However, just tasting Christine’s lips had awakened a deep, dark, and highly sadistic craving that I hadn’t experienced in one hell of a long time. She was sweet and vulnerable with the spirit of a warrior. Her resolve both surprised and irritated me while arousing the darkness.

Perhaps I was overanalyzing the intense sensations, the powerful need to consume every inch, but for a man conditioned to serve, the shift in desires proved to be highly irresistible.

Her eyes were glassy, her breath ragged and her touch burning my skin.

I rubbed my hands between her legs while inhaling her sweet feminine wiles. She’d gushed on my cock, filling my mouth with her delightful taste.

And dear God, I wanted more.

Insatiable.

That’s what I’d call my actions.

I yanked her down, twisting her voluptuous body and bending her over the edge of the table. Remnants of dinner remained, packets of soy sauce and hot mustard, napkins and cheap plastic-ware. None of it mattered. I swept my arm across the items, pitching them to the floor.

She laughed nervously and tossed her long hair over her shoulder as she tried to determine what I was doing.

In response, I cracked my hand against her bottom. The tingling effect was delicious.

So I did it again.