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Lyrical, alien words spilled from his lips, saturating my skin as he pleasured me with his cock and his tongue.
And, simply because I couldn’t resist, I dragged his head down for a deep, tongue-tangling kiss.
Our breathing turned harsh, the sizzling act of our coming together pushing us both to the edge far too soon. The urge to reward him ramped through me. That meant not giving in to climax too quickly. I
needed to push him to the edge without making him go over, so I broke the kiss.
‘Slow down,’ I mouthed against his lips. ‘Now.’
He gave a jagged little groan, but his movements slowed, his thrusts turning shallower, and his eyes squeezed shut in his effort to control his arousal. My fingers slid through his hair, caught the tresses at his nape and tugged.
He shuddered, a sheen of sweat breaking out over his sleek muscles. When he next pushed inside
me, I tightened my muscles, gripping him as best I could despite the slickness of my sex. Fine tremors began unravelling over him and, heaven help me, but I loved seeing him on the edge, vulnerable and
utterly lost in his pleasure.
Greedy need and the soul-deep yearning to unleash my true self prowled through me. Before I
could withhold it, I pulled his earlobe between my teeth, bit lightly and relished his deep groan.
‘I’d love to keep you like this for ever. Right here on the edge until you lose your mind for me. Or you beg me to end the unbearable pain. Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t.’
Slowly, his eyes dragged open, intoxication drenching them as he stared down at me. ‘Whatever
pleases you,min elskerinde.’
My heart lurched wildly, the leash slipping another terrifying fraction.
This was too good to be true.Hewas too good to be true. Every single relationship I’d invested in since childhood had crashed and burned.
Whether initiated with childlike abandonment or after careful introspection and tending, each one
had eventually turned sour, mocking my every effort to cultivate and maintain a sustainable
connection. I couldn’t need him this much, crave him this deeply.
The reminder threatened to dampen my spirits, caution seeping into my blood, cooling a layer of
the frenzy triggering my yearnings. His fine tremor focused me, fine-tuned my pleasure so I could
concentrate on him.
He really was perfect. Despite hard arousal etched on his face, he still moved inside me to the
steady rhythm I’d instructed. I leaned up again, nipped at the skin beneath his jaw, revelling in the shudder that racked his frame.
‘Beg me to make you come. Beg me to let you fuck me harder,’ I whispered in his ear.
‘Please,min elskerinde,’he said hoarsely.
‘Please what?’
‘May I fuck you harder? Make you come?’
‘That wasn’t quite what I ordered, was it?’
He shook his head. ‘No, but I’ll come harder for you if you go first.’