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“I want to kiss your pussy,” he whispered, breathing it in.

He moved his gaze up the line of her body, meeting the pure fire in hers.

His cock answered it with a vicious throb.

The idea of asking for her permission fell right off the option list. She needed him to claim what she’d already given him.

He lowered his head and dipped the tip of his tongue in her opening.

“Kohl! Oh God,” she panted, thighs trembling.

It was a new language that meant Yes, exactly that.

And the second he tasted, felt her on his tongue, lust splintered his thoughts, sending them into a million burning directions, his body loaded and ready for all its filthy directives.

He dipped his tongue deeper, moaning as he twirled the tip slowly, tracing the inner edge.

Her desperate moans confirmed everything. She wanted him to take her apart. Slowly. With meticulous devotion. With absolution.

“You’re like silk,” he whispered, pushing his tongue inside her again, using a fucking motion. He paused and turned to her inner thigh, filling his mouth with soft flesh and sucking. He wasn’t gentle. But her hot, shocked gasps said she loved it.

He released the skin, dragging his tongue along the flesh, moving back to her intoxicating pussy.

“Kohl,” she whispered, voice breaking.

He kissed slowly along her open folds, rocking his hips against the floor. “How does it feel?” he whispered, ready to hear it wrapped in her voice and words.

“It aches,” she gasped.

Holy fuck.

Every emotion he heard in her voice rewired him. The squirm of her hips, fighting to get what she wanted and needed filled him with peculiar powers that were part mercy, part ruthless. He liked making her need it. He liked driving it. He loved controlling it.

Each realization cut a tether to some urgency . Doors and windows would shut if he didn’t hurry and find them, hurry and open them, hurry and enter them. There were no doors, no windows. Only layers of pleasure. And him taking his time peeling each one back.

“K-kiss it.”

The beg wrenched from her chest followed by wrecked breaths that jerked in his cock. The ruthless side of this power snaked through him. “You want my mouth on you?” he asked, pressing delicate, teasing kisses on her open cunt.

“Yes!”

He pressed her thighs tighter to the floor then watched her hips flick for it. He leaned in and kissed the button of flesh, getting a full body jolt and broken cry with his name.

Fuck. He stared at the spot, using his tongue this time, circling the new target.

“Oh God,” she gasped.

His cock pounded as his breaths shuddered. “Yeah? You like it there?’

“So much,” she breathed.

He circled it again, slower, firmer, his groan hot.

This cry came with her fingers fisting in his hair, trying to force him.

He didn’t think he could get any hotter or harder. But that did it.

Now he needed more of that. He pressed his mouth right on that sweet button of flesh and gently sucked.

Both her hands fisted in his hair, her moans spiking as she jerked him against her.

Her hips writhed and he moved his hands beneath her ass, setting her free.

She lifted her hips, shoving from both directions, her cries coming faster as he gently milked over that spot, his cock grinding into the floor.

“I’m going to come,” she panted, forcing his mouth higher. “Oh, right there!” She flicked her hips against his mouth. “Oh my God, right there.”

Her announcement hit his hunger more like a threat, triggering the ruthless side of it. He lifted his mouth off of her, gasping for air, sliding his thumbs along her slick folds. He wasn’t sure what he wanted at that point, he only knew she wasn’t coming. “Not yet.”

“Please,” she begged, still fighting for it. “Suck me till I come.”

It felt like heaven was clashing with hell, and hell triumphed with a fuck no .

He stood and her eyes lowered to his cock straining beneath thin black material. Before he could decide what he wanted, she was on her knees before him, hands at the waistband, pushing them down.

Hell was suddenly on his side, declaring fuck yes .

He clasped his hands behind his head, giving her full control, ready to learn what she would do with it. She exposed him slowly, gaze locking on his cock that throbbed before her breathless face.

He kicked free of his clothes and braced his legs apart, watching her hands now rising to touch. She carefully wrapped him in both of her hands, sending heat ripping up his spine.

Her eyes shot up when he gripped her hands with his, seething through the burn.

She watched him as she squeezed him harder then moved her tight grip along his shaft.

“Fuck,” he breathed, mouth open with ragged breaths as he watched.

She leaned and covered the head of his cock with a greedy suck, sending his hands to her head, breath punching through his lungs.“Jaxi,” he gushed, a beg and warning as she moaned lustily, moving her hands to his hips.

He gripped her tight, at first holding on, then moving that wet fire further down his cock, aiming for her moaning throat.

She suddenly popped off of him and lay back on the floor, opening her legs. “Fuck me,” she breathed, chest heaving.

He dropped to his knees, taking hold of her leg and opening her wide, lifting her.

She guided his cock to her slit and their breaths collided at the first contact. “Slow,” she panted, working the head in her tight heat. “I want to feel you.” Her eyes latched on to his. “Every beautiful inch.”

Fuck, he was going to explode.

He pushed into her slowly. She braced her other foot on the floor, lifting her ass higher, watching him enter her tight body with rapturous cries.“Yes,” she panted, her head dropping back. “So perfect.”

He sank deeper, trembling.

Her hand latched on to his shoulder, nails digging, moans riding every breath now. “Deeper,” she gasped. “So deep.”

He locked his hand on her hip and held it tight, pushing all the way in.

He choked on fire as her head fell back with a shocked gasp. She brought her gaze back when he began to thrust, slow and careful.

She rose to meet him, her breaths hot, hungry, eyes locked on the wet shine of his cock. “Oh yes…” Their gazes locked, burning up. “Fuck me so good,” she barely whispered, brows drawn as she flicked into his thrusts.

He groaned,his strokes following her moans, faster, louder. He placed a foot on the floor, getting a direct angle while opening her wider. He groaned as he fucked her with precise, thorough strokes.

“Harder,” she pled. “Please.”

He took hold of her hips and lined her body up, his hunger back to no mercy and ruthless. He pulled her onto his cock with a hard jerk, her tits jolting with her broken cry.

Her arms braced on the floor as he began fucking her again. His human lust built a filthy rhythm and momentum, watching her body take every blow.

She moved a hand to her pussy and rubbed her favorite spot, unleashing another layer of lust—thick and lethal. His eyes locked on her fingers, the sight bringing harsh groans. “Fuck yes,” he rasped, hips moving faster.

Her fingers raced as her cries peaked and body trembled. She arched her back and released a cry that set fire to the room. “Fucking break for me,” he swore, hips now a war hammer on her pussy as she shook and bowed.

The tightness, the sound of her, the sight of her coming apart brought him crashing down on her.

She wrapped his body with her legs and kissed him.

His rhythm faltered and his body seized as he poured into her, her name the only thing he remembered.

It fell right into her mouth without stop—a vow, a curse, a prayer, a seal.

He finally collapsed next to her, pulling her into his arms, into his body. They held on to each other, breath mingling, skin slick.

He was wrecked. And yet, his bones felt like magical dust, his muscles rivers of pure energy, blood flowing with a strange light.

He kissed along the side of her face. His beautiful color-storm had done it. She created a man out of a god.