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Oh please, please don't make me say it out loud.

"Wondering what?"

"If it w-were possible..."

It's my first time to hear myself stammer like this.

"For another man to make me feel the way you're—aaah!"

The last thing I see on his handsome face is the fury that flashes in his gaze.

And then I'm crying out, with his mouth closing over my breast while he starts tugging its pouting twin. And oh, the way he torments my flesh...

It's exactly what he's known for. Every flick of his tongue calculated to drive me insane. Every scrape of his teeth, a mix of tender violence and excruciating pleasure. My fingers climb their way into his hair, and I'm ashamed to find myself actually gripping my husband's head as I grind myself against his hungry mouth.

This is not me, this is not me, this is not me.

But the words feel like a lie, with how my world has narrowed to nothing but the pleasure he gives.

This is real. This is now me. The new me.

A creature that Monsieur Le Dernier controls through my helpless desire.

And when his mouth moves to my other breast, and another cycle of tortuous pleasure starts anew—

"P-Please..."

I'm sobbing for something I don't even know.

His head lifts, a temporary reprieve that my body despises and needs at the same time.

Oh, comme c'est fou.

How crazy he makes me feel!

"Already begging,ma petite?"My husband is purring again, and this sound, oh this sound, it will one day kill me for sure. "When we've barely begun?"

"P-Please, m-monsieur..."

"But since you ask so nicely..."

He bends his head, his lips once again closing over a still-sensitive nipple. And then he starts to suckle. So, so hard. While pinching the other pouting tip, and hard enough for pain and pleasure to blur.

Aaaaaah.

It happens all of a sudden, and all I can do is gasp in shock as the first wave of release crashes over me. But even though my body is still shuddering, and my mind is still a mess—

"We are not yet finished,ma petite."

His hands are on the move once more, a whimper escaping my lips as his fingers slide under my dress. He strokes the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and I'm both horrified and delighted, terrified and aroused. My first orgasm hasn't even ended, and yet already...

"Regarde-moi,"he commands. "Look at me."

Dark blue eyes take mine captive as his fingers find the slick folds between my legs, and my lips part in a silent moan as his thumb circles my most sensitive point.

"Do you really think..."

Oh no.