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She pulled her hand from around his shoulders to lower it to the other, fiddling with the buttons of his breeches. When she opened them, she was about to pull his cock from it when he lifted her off the ground.

Holding her tightly against him, Valerie was forced to wrap her legs around his waist as he walked them to the bed.

They fell against it, but he didn’t stay with her. He lowered himself while trailing kisses down her chest. Pausing at her breasts, he brought almost the entirety of one into his mouth.

His breath was warm, and her chest flushed when he swirled his tongue around a hardened bud. He gave it a firm suck, squeezing the other with one of his rough, calloused palms before his head travelled lower.

The tips of his hair brushed across her skin and made her arch against him.

She heard the thud of a boot fall against the ground like it had been kicked off. A second thud followed.

“I have wanted to fuck you with the taste of your pussy on my tongue since I tasted it.” He slipped his tongue over prominent the edge of her hip bone, and a strangled noise squeezed its way from her lungs.

Such a carnal male.It was one of the reasons Valerie found it so hard to resist him.

She opened her legs for him before he could get the chance to even try separating them himself. He grinned up at her, only occasionally darting his eyes away from her face to see where he was going as he made his way down.

Her pussy clenched in anticipation.Do not fight, Valerie. She wanted this, wanted this night, wanted this man.

A deep breath fell from her parted lips when he ran his tongue through her folds, a thorough and deep delve. Then, he was at her core, tonguing and slurping at her entrance.

Her nose felt fuzzy, like her sinuses went on the fritz at the sudden onslaught. Her body grew hotter in a rush, her back arched as a stifled moan escaped.

Valerie had wanted to be like this with him again, to let him freely touch her like that night in the palace. His tongue swirled at her entrance before he then did it to her clit.

Just like before, she gripped his hair to pull him harder against her as she lightly bucked. She throbbed, she ached, and Valerie was now at a point of no return.

I am... going to come soon.Already she was toeing that line into sweet bliss.

She curled her body forward and brought her knees up so she could cup the sides of his head with her thighs and calves. Gripping his hair firmly with both hands, she watched him pleasure her with his tongue, unable to look away.

Yet, her head threatened to fall back whenever he sucked that hard nub of her clit or pushed the tip of his tongue inside her empty core.

When she detonated, he had to fight against her uncontrolled tugging of his hair to keep his mouth on her so he could steal it. He snarled against her folds, licking and sucking.

Her channel spasmed around nothing, disappointingly empty, and she was now hungrier to be filled. She had to close her eyes when they rolled back, her body twitching. Her orgasm was making her more aroused rather than satisfied.

I need him inside me.She needed something big, hard, and pounding inside her empty core, and it had to come from him and him alone. No one else could make her feel this way.

He rose above her, licking at his lips as he removed his tunic. Slowly, he revealed the muscled planes of his stomach, his torso, his broad chest. His hard body flexed beautifully when he pulled the fabric over his head.

She wanted to trail her tongue over the deep vee-line of his hips, the one that maddened most women because it always led to somewhere wonderful.

She didn’t know when he managed to remove his breeches, but her eyes were riveted to his jutting erection. It looked as hard as steel, thick and visibly throbbing. The veins on the sides were twitching, showing her just how deeply his blood was excitedly pumping.

Her body wept for it, and her eyes darted up to his face.

Something had risen inside her chest, making her feel desperate; a deep-seated yearning, and she couldn’t focus on anything but Geryon.

Her core throbbed to feel connected to him, her fingers itched to touch his body. Her skin wanted to be warmed by him. Her ears twitched to hear him groan. Her eyes were greedy to drink him in.

He ran his rough palm from her knee down her inner thigh, like he wanted to be gentle with her, slow.

She couldn’t handle that right now.

She lifted and wrapped her hand around the side of his neck. Kicking her leg over while pushing him, she forced him to his back.

“Valerie?” Why did hearing him sayhername make her chest feel tight?