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I licked her, used two fingers to spread her trembling lips apart, and covered her wholly with my mouth. An animalistic groan ripped through my throat, and my eyes fell closed. I could suck her soaking pussy all night and still want more.

Her hips bucked against my face, faster, and faster ; and I stroked her pink nub with a thumb, enjoying her shivers and not-so-innocent curses.

Her thighs clenched around me, and I could tell she was close. “Not yet, sweetheart.” I pulled away against the sound of her soft whines, smiling when her face fell in protest. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She breathed fast, eyeing my lips like a hungry hawk. “Can I kiss you, though?”

“Do you have to ask?”

She pulled my mouth to hers, moaning loudly when the taste of her on my tongue hit her lips. She kicked off her shoes, and I cupped her ass, lifting her from the ground. She wrapped her legs around me, straddling me.

I guided her gently down to the bed, our kisses deepening with urgency. It was feral—teeth gnashing, heavy breathing, a desperate need for sex, and an impassive commitment to sin.

“Damien, I don’t…I don’t know what to do from here.”

“Let me lead, and you follow,” I said, almost choking with intense lust.

The need to feel her beneath me consumed every thought. She clung to me, arms and legs wrapped tightly around me, her touch sending shivers through my body.

My fingers fumbled at the elastic band of her thong, impatience winning out as I gave up and ripped it apart. Then, the bra was next. Skillfully, I unhooked the lacy fabric and flung it toward the door when it came undone.

Elena gasped, her full breasts spilling against my chest with no restraint or shame.

I paused, taken by the sight of her hard nipples, and my hands instinctively reached to explore, to memorize the way she responded. I skimmed a thumb over the peaked pebbles, and she bruised my lips with a harder kiss. In my pants, my cock grew so hard, I forgot to breathe.

She arched into my touch, whispering my name repeatedly. I lowered my mouth to hers, tasting her warmth, her sounds driving me wild with desire.

Not wanting her to feel forgotten, I trailed kisses across each breast, letting my lips and tongue explore her warm skin.

I drew one soft peak into my mouth, savoring her gasp as my hands slid downward, and I slipped a finger into her pussy, slowly pumping in and out of her.

“ Yes . Ah, yes.” She arched beneath me, one hand tangling in my hair, urging me closer.

I lifted my head just enough to meet her gaze, and when I found my voice, it was shaky with need.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” I murmured, then began to kiss my way slowly down her body, each press of my mouth lighting a new quake inside me.

She leaned back on her elbows, her legs parting in invitation, her skin flushed and eyes heavy with heat. Her beauty stole my breath away—this…this goddess, with her hair pouring over her naked, glorious body, had me at her mercy in this moment, and she didn’t even know it.

I gave her a wicked smile before lowering my mouth again to her hot cunt, dragging my tongue slowly along her quivering nub.

She moaned, her hips lifting, completely lost in the moment.

“Watch me,” I whispered against her. “Let me show you how much I want you.”

Her head fell back, a shiver running through her. “I…Damien, I…” she breathed. “You’re doing things to me.”

“I know,” I said with a grin, anchoring her thighs as I pressed in closer, letting her reactions guide me, drinking in every sound, every tremble, as though they were made just for me.

Unable to hold off any longer, I shoved my hand down into my pants and gripped my cock, stroking myself to match her rhythm.

My pleasure built, and I sucked her pussy like I sucked her mouth, moving my lips and tongue against her. And when she cried out a desperate plea to stop, I came up for air and shed down my pants to free my cock from my briefs.

She leaned on her elbows, breasts heaving as her eyes bulged at the strain and length of my cock. “Damien…that’s not going to fit. I have…I’ve never done it before,” she wheezed.

“Are you panicking?”

“You’re finding it funny?” I smirked at the look of astonishment on her face. “You should be concerned. And aren’t we going to use a condom?”

“You really want this, don’t you?”

“That’s not…that’s not relevant—”

“Go on, sweetheart. I want to hear you say it.”

For a moment, she held her breath. “Fine.” She let it go. “I really want this. Since that night at the Gipsy, I couldn’t stop thinking about what this moment would feel like with you.”

“Ah, you badly, terribly, shamelessly want me to fuck you. Not that bastard Robert, but me. Just me .”

“You’re getting a kick out of this, aren’t you?”

“Say it.”

“I want….” She swallowed. “I want you to fuck me, Damien. Not Robert or anyone else. Just you. It’s all I’ve been able to think about. But that doesn’t negate receiving answers to the questions I asked.”

I unhooked the buttons of my shirt and dropped it at the foot of the bed before slowly climbing over her. Her gaze traced the inked symbols on my chest and forearms before boring into mine as I nestled between her legs and positioned her pussy to my cock.

“Number one: As long as I’m the one steering this ship, that juicy pussy of yours will fit on my cock very well.

Number two: No, we’re not going to use a condom.

I want to fuck you, Elena—hard, fast, and raw.

Number three: It might sting a little because you’re tight, but… tell me when it hurts. I’ll adjust.”

“I never thought there’d be a day when hearing someone talk dirty would turn me on.” She chuckled, and a glimpse of her pure innocence spread a warmth through my chest. “You’re beautiful, by the way.”

It wasn’t a compliment I expected, so I wasn’t sure how to react. I froze for a minute before I started gently, impaling myself into her, one inch at a time, watching her face intently for signs of discomfort.

For a few seconds, all she gave were gasps and moans, while I fought hard to stop myself from slamming into her full force.

I moved again, and then, it came: a sharper inhale and contortion of pain.

“Don’t stop moving,” she hissed. “I can take it. I want to take it— you all in.”

I didn’t think it was possible for me to feel any drunker in lust until those words spilled from her lips. Sweat formed on my brows, and my biceps flexed when I jerked my hip, more forcefully this time.

She hissed but kept her legs tightly wrapped around me, and I frowned, gritting my teeth to hold myself from shattering. “Are you sure you don’t want me to—”

She slammed her lips over mine and raised her hips, urging me to slide deeper inside her warmth. I rocked my hips, buried more than half of my length inside her.

Fuck!

Pleasure encompassed me, swallowing me completely. There was nothing better than the feel of her tight little pussy wrapped around me.

The bed creaked beneath us as she moved with a rhythm that stole the breath from my lungs. Every roll of our hips sent a rush of heat surging through me. I watched her—completely captivated—as she arched back and grabbed her bouncing breasts to play with her tits.

She widened her legs, offering more inches of her pussy to devour, and I managed a smirk. My innocent angel was a low-key wildcard in bed. There were layers of her to uncover, but I liked this unreserved version of Elena.

Our breaths mingled with low groans, the room pulsing with tension. I moved faster, pushing us both to the edge, our bodies straining toward a shattering climax.

My hand shot to her hair, her face, her fleshy thighs, and I sunk my nails in, straightening up as I pounded into her mercilessly, fucking her with passion and precision.

She cried out, but I couldn’t stop. “Fucking come for me, sweetheart.”

“Come with me,” she whimpered, and I thrust down at the same time she lifted her hips, and her walls spasmed around mine.

I came hard, convulsing with seizure-like groans as I collapsed against her, claiming her lips in a warm, sloppy, and breathless kiss.

I rolled onto my side, wrapped one arm around her, my heart pounding and ears ringing, caught in a wave that left us gasping, trembling, and undone.

I didn’t care that we were sweaty and naked. I didn’t care that this was only our third meeting, or that being together like this was wrong and reckless.

She was in my arms, not Robert’s or some other bastard’s.

That was enough for now.