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I cup the back of her hand and nuzzle into her palm as I flick the tip of my tongue over her fingers covering my mouth. She gasps and rubs her thighs together. I guide her fingers to my chin after stealing another lick and wait until her eyes pierce into mine.

“I love having your hands on me, so?lnyshka . You cannot go too far with me. I am yours , da? ” I rumble.

She swallows and absently nods before inhaling and shaking her head.

“That’s not what I meant. I’ll trigger myself and then never find the courage to try again.”

I take a moment to study her expression before sneaking my tongue out to lick the tip of her index finger.

“ This does not trigger you,” I confirm.

She nods.

“My wrists were bound the entire time. Wearing a cast was pure hell, but they never messed with my hands.”

She swallows to rid her throat of her emotions, but the wavering of her voice fractures my heart.

I press her fingers to my lips again and speak against them.

“Where else can I put my tongue?”

Her breath hitches and pupils dilate as a blush steals across her cheeks, but she shakes her head.

“I don’t know. They didn’t use their mouths, but I’m not ready for my pleasure. Only yours,” she murmurs.

“Did they use your mouth?” I growl.

The thought infuriates me.

“No. I bit them,” she says.

“Did they gag you?”

She shakes her head.

“No. He liked the way I screamed.”

When she shivers and tries to pull away, I rub my stubbled cheek against her palm and sneak my tongue between her fingers. The distant expression melts away from her eyes and she curls her hand into my hair.

“Kiss me, so?lnyshka . Touch me. I am yours,” I rasp.

To my surprise, she leans forward, presses her lips to mine, and slips her tongue between my teeth. A low groan escapes my throat, but she slips our joined hands into my hair and holds my head with such desperation I’m powerless against her perfection.

She explores my mouth with gentle licks and teasing nips, testing my control, but the trust she gives me keeps me firmly under her spell.

When she pulls back, the wonder in her eyes arrows straight to my balls.

Liquid desire bursts free and shoots down my shaft.

I end the flow of precum by sheer force of will and suck my lower lip into my mouth to savor her lingering taste.

“Again, so?lnyshka . Kiss me again,” I demand.

She tightens her hands in my hair and settles a knee onto the edge of the seat, perilously close to my crotch, but I don’t care since it brings her pert breasts closer to my chest.

After running the tip of her tongue over my lower lip, she angles her head and dives deeper into my mouth.

I encourage her to take more. She sets up a sensual rhythm, stroking my tongue with hers and digging her nails into my scalp.

I tighten my hands over hers, eager for more, and growl when she pulls back.

She trails her lips over my chin, cheek, nose, and eyebrows as though memorizing every inch of my face before tugging my head back and taking my earlobe into her mouth.

With a swirl and suck, she steals everything from me. Electricity zaps from my sensitive earlobe to the base of my spine. Pressure builds in my balls.

“Your sweet mouth has me seconds away from coming already, so?lnyshka ,” I warn.

She leans back and studies me with wide eyes. When hunger fills her gaze and a wicked smirk lifts her lips, I bite my tongue and use the pain to center myself.

“I’m nowhere near done with you yet, mio marito, but I won’t tell you to hold back. Just know if you come, I won’t stop until I’m ready , ” she murmurs.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Camilla. Wreck me. I am all yours,” I growl.

She shivers and lowers her mouth to my throat. I jerk and lean my head back to give her better access, but she growls, nips my jugular, and pulls my hair.

“Harder, so?lnyshka . Let me feel your wrath,” I demand.

She suctions her lips to the base of my throat and sucks. I moan as the seam of my trousers digs into my hard shaft.

With surprising strength, she grabs my wrists and places my hands on the armrests before doubling down on torturing my throat with her mouth as she unbuttons the rest of my shirt.

She pulls my shirttails from my waistband and pushes both my suit coat and shirt off my shoulders.

When she lifts her head, she flits her hungry eyes over my exposed chest before grabbing my nape and urging me to lean forward.

Eagerness and awe shine from her expression as she works my suit off my arms. As she exposes my flesh, she runs her hands over every inch, memorizing and worshipping me without a sound.

When she lowers herself and licks the circular scar on my pectoral, left by a bullet, I fight the temptation to cup her head and urge her further down my chest. The thought of restraining her and losing the confident woman currently torturing me to the terrified creature who threw a vase at her brother stills my hand.

She flicks her thumbs over my hard nipples and teases her tongue through the hair over my sternum.

“So many textures,” she murmurs against my flesh.

Fresh wetness seeps into the fabric constricting my tip. Tension vibrates through my thighs, but I hum and feast my eyes on the sight of her leaning between my legs.

When she lingers on my chest and glances down my body as though uncertain how to continue, I cover the back of her hands with mine and guide her palms down my ribs to my abs. Her sharp inhale fills me with pride. She lifts her eyes to mine and holds my stare as she kneels between my legs.

The sight of her feminine curves wedged between my thighs with my cock straining in my pants sends a mini wave of magma from my balls to my tip.

“I have more textures for you to find. Soft and hard. So hard,” I growl.

She shuffles closer and leans forward. Her breasts pillow around my clad cock.

“I know. It’s hard to miss. You’re so big.”

Her words stroke my ego as her tongue explores the ridges of my abdomen. I fill my lungs until my ribs ache and savor the hints of her arousal as she relentlessly teases me.

She hesitates again, but when I guide her hands to my belt, she works the buckle open with steady fingers. Her gaze lifts to mine. The vulnerability in her eyes floors me.

She trusts me. I must prove I am worthy, so when she unfastens my trousers and tucks her digits under the waistband of both my pants and my boxer briefs, I clamp down on my control and slip my hands off hers.

She makes a small sound of discontent from the back of her throat, so I bring them back. The tension eases from her shoulders.

She pulls the fabric down. I lift my hips. My cock springs free and bops her chin. She sucks down a startled breath, leans back, and stares at my shaft as though at a loss for words. Masculine pride overflows my chest, and I chuckle as I wrap her hands around my shaft.

When I tilt my hips, shifting my cock in her grip, she swallows and flexes her fingers around me. I groan and clench my teeth together, hanging onto my control by the barest thread.

“I found it. So hard. So smooth.”

Her nostrils flare as precum seeps from my tip. When she scoops the droplet up with her tongue and ferries it into her mouth, my entire lower half contracts.

Her lashes flutter over her dark brown orbs and she hums.

“So tasty, too.” She adjusts her posture, draping her elbows over my legs and pressing her breasts against my balls as she kneels up and positions her mouth over my tip.

My world narrows to her eyes as she captures my gaze.

“Mine,” she whispers.

She takes me into her mouth. I die a million glorious deaths as she swirls her tongue, suctions her lips, and pulls back.

With delicious agony flowing through me, I guide her fists up and down my shaft as she licks, nibbles, and explores me with teeth and tongue.

I hold off for as long as possible, but she drags me back to the edge over and over again with playful wickedness in her eyes.

Her growing confidence is the biggest turn-on I’ve ever seen.

As the dam of my control threatens to burst, I weave my fingers into hers and tug her hands away, but she growls and tightens her grip on me.

“I am close, so?lnyshka . Stop before I flood your mouth,” I snarl.

She runs the length of her tongue over my slit.

I lose it.

Liquid fire explodes from my balls, sears the inside of my shaft, and spurts from my tip. She swallows, takes me deeper into her mouth, and curls her tongue around me as she works our hands up and down my base.

Ringing filters in through my euphoria, but I don’t recognize it as my phone until Camilla lifts her head, presses a chaste kiss to the tip of my cock, and reaches for my pocket.

I intercept her by weaving my fingers into hers. She shifts proud yet wary eyes up to me.

“Yours, Camilla. All yours,” I vow.

Tears glisten on her lashes. She takes a deep breath before offering me a lopsided grin and locking my soul together with hers with her response.

“All mine.”