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T railing blazing kisses down the supple swell of Briar’s breasts, my teeth graze the silk ruching separating my lips from her nipple. Her breath hitches sharply as I nuzzle the generous mound, voice husky as I utter the sultry promise. “Pretty soon you’ll be too busy riding my cock to worry about not coming this time, srdie?ko.”

Without warning, I pivot on the sofa—swinging my legs off to plant my feet firmly on the floor. Briar tenses at the abrupt movement, those captivating blue eyes flashing with curiosity as she parts those lush lips to voice her question.

“What’re you doing?” she breathes, all traces of the defiant bravado from moments ago stripped bare by her unveiled desire.

Smirking, I allow my piercing stare to rake over every delicious inch of her dishevelled form appreciatively. “Taking you someplace a bit more… comfortable, drahu?ka,” I rumble, punctuating the endearment with a trace of dark promise that has her squirming atop my lap. “Unless you’d prefer to fuck right here where the others are sleeping?”

Her pert nose crinkles adorably as she snorts out an indelicate laugh, one eyebrow arching in a silent challenge. “Exhibitionism didn’t really seem to be an issue last time I checked, Whitlocke.”

Positioning to lever myself upright, I reach down to seize Briar’s wrists in one large hand—tugging insistently until she relents and rises to her feet as well. Our bodies crash together in an intoxicating tangle of limbs, her generous curves moulding to every hollow until there’s scarcely a whisper of space between us.

“Last time was because I had no choice,” I murmur against her temple, nuzzling my nose into her curls and inhaling the warm, sugary fragrance clinging to her skin. “Not about us. I want you to have choices when it’s just us.”

Briar hums out a contemplative sound, arms snaking around my waist as she presses even closer until my cock is trapped between us. “Can’t tell if you have a split personality or if you’re just fucking with me, Whitlocke.”

Christ, even the faint undulation of her toned abdomen against my erection is enough to have my jaw clenching in delicious agony. Baring my teeth in a feral grin, I meet that smouldering stare unflinchingly.

“Neither, srdie?ko,” I growl, allowing my hands to roam down the elegant curve of her spine until they’re cupping the generous swell of her arse through the skirt of her dress. “You’ll come to understand soon enough.”

Before she can muster up another of those infuriatingly snarky retorts, I duck down—hooking one arm beneath the swell of her arse and scooping her up against my chest. She gasps out a breathless laugh, all traces of attitude momentarily forgotten as those slender arms instinctively loop around my neck to anchor herself.

With Briar’s lithe form cradled securely against me, I turn on my heel and stalk towards the far wall of the dimly-lit living room. My strides are measured but purposeful, allowing her ample time to track our trajectory towards the closed double- doors at the very back. Those hazy blue irises widen fractionally as realisation dawns.

“Going somewhere in particular?” she prompts, voice pitched low enough that the others hopefully won’t overhear. Not that it particularly matters, given the lack of boundaries we’ve all been subjected to.

“Mhmm,” I merely hum in reply, pausing only long enough to kick open the heavy oak barrier with the toe of my boot. The doors swing wide to reveal a lavish interior, charcoal accents bringing down the stark white of the modern lines—a shadowy sanctuary lit only by the pale morning twilight filtering through the enormous window spanning the far wall.

All it takes is three more ground-eating strides before I’m depositing Briar onto the plush mattress, cradling the back of her skull to ensure she doesn’t jostle too harshly against the decadent bedding. Without preamble, I sink down onto my haunches between the vee of her parted thighs, finally allowing my ravenous stare to map every lush curve and breathtaking dimple.

“Comfy?” I rasp, allowing my palms to swathe up the elegant column of her calves, kneading the firm muscles through the clingy cotton of her thigh-highs. The skirt has ridden precariously high up those creamy thighs in our brief transit, leaving nothing to the imagination besides the scraps of delicate lace concealing her cunt from view.

A mocking laugh bubbles up from Briar’s chest, her fingers curling around my forearm as she rakes me with a heated look from beneath her lashes. “Well, seeing as you haven’t even undressed me properly yet, I suppose we’ll have to wait and see.”

Fuck, that sultry purr sends a molten jolt of desire searing straight to my groin. Without conscious thought, my fingers are already flirting with the diaphanous hem of her skirt—bunching the thin fabric higher and higher until there’s no mistaking the scrap of lavender panties hugging the juncture of her thighs.

“Christ,” I grate out in a reverent rumble, allowing my knuckles to stroke the sumptuous swell of her mound through the dampening lace. Already slick with glistening evidence of her arousal, even the faintest brush of my calloused skin elicits a stuttering whimper from her lush lips. “You’re utterly soaked, drahu?ka. All for me.”

It’s not a question, but an indisputable statement of possessive fact that has Briar’s hips jerking upwards instinctively as she sucks in a sharp inhale. Those kaleidoscope irises swirl with a storm of lust and defiance, the perfect distillation of why this woman consumes my every waking thought in a way no one else ever has.

“Do something about it, then,” she growls, fingers tracing the veins along my outer arm in a blatant demand. “Or is all that filthy cockiness just bluster?”

With a low, feral snarl, I give the flimsy scrap of lace one decisive tug—ripping it clean off her body before discarding the ruined garment somewhere over my shoulder. Her lips part on a ragged gasp as I yank her legs even farther apart, exposing her pussy to my rapacious stare.

“You sure don’t have any qualms about making demands, do you?” I spit, the words laced with dark promise as I hook one of her knees over my shoulder and draw her hips up to angle that lush pussy towards my waiting mouth. “Feel free to keep trying. Just remember… You’ll take what I fucking give you.”

Not permitting her a chance to issue another scathing retort, I duck down and swipe my tongue in one broad, languid stroke along the length of her dripping labia. Her shuddering moan is music to my ears—pitched somewhere between ecstasy and torment as I indulge in the first intoxicating taste of her. Briny and musky and so Briar that every muscle in my body tenses like a drawn bowstring at her addictive essence.

“You taste fucking incredible,” I grate against the slippery flesh, smearing her arousal across my lips and chin without shame. Wrapping my forearms around her thighs to lock her in place, I seal my mouth over the swollen pearl of her clit and suck hard. A garbled shriek tears from her lungs as she bucks against my face, fingers twisting viciously in my hair until I can feel the sharp sting of a few strands being wrenched free.

As punishing as her grip is, I merely groan at the delicious pain and clamp down harder with my jaw, laving that sensitive bundle of nerves with broad strokes of my tongue. Lost in the rapture of finally indulging this craving that’s been simmering. Fuck, how many weeks have been I waiting for this chance to worship at her altar? To have her dripping down my chin until she’s mindless with need? Too fucking many.

“Fuck, please…” she whimpers, the request choked off on a guttural moan as I rock my shoulders forward to plunge my tongue as deep inside her clenching channel as I can reach. Her honeyed ambrosia coats every millimetre in exquisite flavours, each swallow sending a fresh surge of blood pounding to my achingly rigid cock. “A-… , please…”

The raw desperation permeating her voice, the way she sobs out my given name like it’s the only lexicon she possesses… It’s intoxicating. Empowering. Downright primal in a way that has me hungering to strip away every last vestige of her defiance until Briar is nothing but a quivering heap of nerves for me to command. With a final swipe of my tongue through her drenched lower lips, I release her thighs to pull my shirt over my head before shoving off my own slacks and boxers with one impatient motion.

My cock springs free—flushed and jutting and aching to bury itself inside her snug little cunt. Gripping the engorged shaft in one large palm, I spread the bead of pearlescent fluid trickling down to meet my ladder before rumbling out my next husky command.

“Look at me, Briar.”

Her glazed eyes immediately flutter open at the sound of my ragged growl, ocean-swept irises nearly eclipsed by the inky pools of her dilated pupils. That kiss-swollen mouth hangs open slightly as our gazes lock, nothing held back in that searing stare.

I stroke myself once, twice—slowly, tortuously and with intent to prolong this delicious torment for as long as my restraint permits. A fresh gush of slick arousal drips from her pussy at the blatant display, her hips canting upwards subtly in a plea for friction.

“Are you going to be good for me?” I croon, thumb swirling lewdly over her clit as I drag my Prince Albert across her clenching entrance in an obscene tease. “Going to let me take my pleasure from this greedy little pussy any way I please?”

A soft whine rises up from her chest as she nods frantically—hips surging upwards in a desperate bid to impale herself on the thick length I’m torturing her with. My free hand shoots out to curl possessively around her throat, not squeezing… just pinning her in place with an insistent pressure that has those bedroom eyes going hazy with lust.

“Use your words, srdie?ko,” I growl, giving the underside of my shaft one final, indulgent stroke as I centre the blunt tip against her labia. “Let me hear how badly you want my cock buried in that exquisite pussy.”

Swallowing around the loose restraint of my palm, Briar’s hips flex restlessly, silently chasing that elusive friction as tendrils of riotous curls halo around her face. There’s an unexpected vulnerability in the way she gazes up at me that threatens to unhinge every last shred of my restraint.

“I need you inside me,” she husks out finally in a tremulous rasp, blunt nails scoring stinging crescents along my forearm as she pants in mute entreaty. Something inside me unravels at that naked confession, a frisson of elemental possession rushing through my veins with the force of a tidal wave. “Need to feel your cock stretching me, filling me until the only thing I can think of is you.”

With a low rumble of acquiescence, I withdraw just far enough to brace the weeping crown directly against her silken entrance, curved steel teasing the flesh. Then, with one lithe snap of my hips, I sheathe myself to the hilt within that molten embrace.