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She laughs breathlessly. "How could you tell?”

"Your body feels like it’s going to burst into flames, piccola pittrice. Your passion comes through, like it does in your work."

"Are you g-going to..." she falters when I resume my attentions.

"Put you out of your misery"

"Y-yes. Please, Nico."

"You need to understand that when you surrender completely to me, when your body responds so exquisitely, I won’t be able to restrain myself. I claim every aspect of your perfection—every magnificent inch. Understood?"

"I understand completely. I'm ready."

"Prepared for what, precisely?" I growl.

"You know..."

"Tell me. Give me every dirty detail."

“Can't you put me out of my misery first?"

"Be a good girl and do what you’re told."

"Nah-uh. Either continue as you intend, or this painter’s mouth stays squeaky clean."

"So, you're negotiating now."

"If anyone can succeed, surely it's the painter whose passion makes you feral, right?"

I smirk before returning my attention to her sex. She shifts her ass rhythmically, pressing herself against my face. I trace her most sensitive area with my tongue before returning to her entrance, exploring her depths while simultaneously stroking her with my fingers, moving with increasing urgency.

Her release arrives swiftly. She trembles uncontrollably as waves of pleasure course through her curvy body, her essence flowing freely.

I deliver another gentle strike as she climaxes.

Afterward, I stand, tearing down my pants. She watches wide-eyed over her shoulder.

"Tell me what you’re ready for," I demand, lowering my underwear, my arousal evident and ready.

"I'm ready for... your cock."

I smirk. "Don't get shy with me now. Be specific. Or have you forgotten who’s in charge?"

She bites her lip before saying in a rush, "I'm ready for you to lie me on your bed, put me on my back, and strip off my clothes. And I'm ready for you to get naked and cover my body with yours..."

"So that’s how you want it??" I growl.

"Mmm." She nods. "This is my first time, remember.”

"Then obey your Don and strip. Completely."

She rises and turns toward me. Our hands move frantically. I tear away my shirt and kick off my remaining clothes. She discards her pants. The movement causing her breasts to sway enticingly.

I take her shoulders and guide her to the bed. She falls back, gazing up at me.

"You look so primal," she murmurs.

"Primal?" I echo.