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She looked down at herself, face and body flush and trembling.

Kohl slowly lowered himself between her open thighs, his gaze holding hers as he went. He was no longer searching for cues, he was devouring the answers screaming at him.

Between her legs, he stroked his fingers along her outer thighs, lips gliding along the inner. Her scent throbbed in his cock, pressed against the floor, turning his breaths thick and hot.

He opened his mouth more on her. The warmth of her skin put a steady fire in his stomach. His heart thudded as he kissed, letting his tongue taste now.

Her breath hitched with a sharp gasp when his fingers moved to her inner thighs and pressed them to the floor, feeling the muscles.

His mouth hovered right at her glistening pussy, breaths ragged and ready. He stroked his thumbs along the bottom of her folds, her frantic breaths punching against his cock.

“Kohl.”

His name flew out between her hot breaths, the aching need driving him. But he was no longer in a hurry to meet them. He wanted to explore them. He was quickly becoming obsessed with her reactions. Needing to explore them. Measure and define exactly what they meant. He weighed his options. He could ask for what he wanted. He couldsaywhat he wanted. He couldtakewhat he wanted. Or he could ask whatshewanted.

He needed all of those answers. Wanted them even more.

Which one did he want first?

A last lingering doubt pointed the way.

“Do you want me to kiss your pussy?” he asked, massaging her soft petals.

She answered yes with sharp gasps. No words.

“Iwantto kiss your pussy,” he whispered, breathing it in. He moved his gaze up the line of her body, meeting the pure fire in hers. His cock answered it with a vicious throb. The idea ofaskingfor her permission fell right off the option list. She needed him to claim what she’d already given him.

He lowered his head and dipped the tip of his tongue in her opening.

“Kohl! Oh God,” she panted, thighs trembling.

It was a new language that meantYes, exactly that.And the second he tasted, felt her on his tongue, lust splintered his thoughts, sending them into a million burning directions, his body loaded and ready for all its filthy directives. He dipped his tongue deeper, moaning as he twirled the tip slowly, tracing the inner edge.

Her desperate moans confirmed everything. She wanted him to take her apart. Slowly. With meticulous devotion. With absolution.

“You’re like silk,” he whispered, pushing his tongue inside her again, using a fucking motion. He paused and turned to her inner thigh, filling his mouth with soft flesh and sucking. He wasn’t gentle. But her hot, shocked gasps said she loved it.

He released the skin, dragging his tongue along the flesh, moving back to her intoxicating pussy.

“Kohl,” she whispered, voice breaking.

He kissed slowly along her open folds, rocking his hips against the floor. “How does it feel?” he whispered, ready to hear it wrapped in her voice and words.

“It aches,” she gasped.

Holy fuck.

Every emotion he heard in her voice rewired him. The squirm of her hips, fighting to get what she wanted and needed filled him with peculiar powers that were part mercy, part ruthless. Helikedmaking her need it. Helikeddriving it. Helovedcontrolling it.

Each realization cut a tether to someurgency. Doors and windows would shut if he didn’thurryand find them,hurryand open them,hurryand enter them. There were no doors, no windows. Only layers of pleasure. And him taking his time peeling each one back.

“K-kiss it.”

The beg wrenched from her chest followed by wrecked breaths that jerked in his cock. The ruthless side of this power snaked through him. “You want my mouth on you?” he asked, pressing delicate, teasing kisses on her open cunt.

“Yes!”

He pressed her thighs tighter to the floor then watched her hips flick for it. He leaned in and kissed the button of flesh, getting a full body jolt and broken cry with his name.