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My cock is throbbing, leaking at the tip for her. I’ve never been this hard before, not even in the most depraved scenes at The Orchid in my younger, anything goes, days.

And we haven’t even done anything yet.

This alone should scare me. The fact I want nothing more from her other than giving her pleasure and chasing away her pain. I’ll be happy holding her in my arms, kissing her, watching her come apart over and over again because she trusts me to take care of her afterward.

It’s an honor.

My lips tangle with hers, my tongue dueling, lashing, swiping inside her mouth, tasting the sweetness that’s the most addictive drug. She’s moving on top of me, her body in a natural rhythm—a fucking sensual goddess rubbing her hot little pussy on my aching cock like it’s the only thing she wants in the world.

I want to bury myself deep inside her, feel her tight muscles wrap around me, sucking the cum out of me. But I don’t want her to regret this. I know this isn’t casual for her. It’s a big milestone. I’m betting this will be the first time she has sex since her trauma.

I don’t want her to regret it later.

And so, I’ll satisfy myself with relieving her ache. I move my lips down the slender column of her neck, biting her throbbing pulse, listening to her hiss, then feeling her grind against me harder.

She likes the pain. My little masochist.

Growling, I grip her luscious tits in my hands—fuck, they’re perfect creamy handfuls. Her nipples are hard and I suck on them, listening to her moans and whimpers as a guide on what she likes. She shakes on top of me, and I clamp my teeth lightly around the tip.

“Charles!” Taylor screams, throwing her head back, her body pulsing on top of my cock before she slumps forward.

Fuck, she came already, just from me kissing her and playing with her nipples.

My minx is so sensitive—the things I can do to her. Lurid thoughts of her on her knees, metal clamps on her nipples, me controlling every inch of her body—cum leaks out of me and I stifle a growl.

“You like me biting you, huh? Pain was torture for you before, but not anymore. I’ll teach you how pleasurable pain can be.”

Wrenching her off me, I toss her to the bed. Her eyes widen as I hover over her and trail more kisses over her heated body.

“Fuck, Charles, please fuck me,” she whimpers, tugging my hair.

I hiss at the sensations, my cock leaking into my underwear, and I bite my lip—anything to stave off the need to come right now. “No. Not tonight.”

Trailing my mouth over her smooth belly, I make my way down her body until I reach her thighs. My nose flares at the sweet scent of her arousal. Fuck, I can’t wait to taste it.

Parting her legs, I bury my nose into her pussy, pausing…needing one last confirmation before I continue because I know this is all new to her.

She tightens her thighs around my head like a vise and arches her hips up. “Charles. I feel so…I need…”

“I know damn well what you need.” With a growl, I pull off her panties and take my first swipe of her wet pussy.

Fuck, she tastes delicious. Sweet honey, like heaven.

“Fuck me,” I mutter before lifting my head and staring at the piercing that has starred in my most depraved dreams—the perfect little barbell taunting me above her clit. “This piercing, Tay. I’ve wanted to see it for so long. This naughty little secret hidden in a place only I can see.”

Biting the barbell, I give it a soft tug and she screams, her thighs clamping tighter around my face, almost strong enough to cut off my oxygen. I swipe my tongue around her clit.

Taylor thrashes, her legs trembling. Pulling her legs apart, I hold them down as I suck her clit into my mouth, circling it with my tongue, tapping it, my fingers pulling at the piercing at the same time.

Her breathing quickens, rapid bursts mixing with the lewd moans from her mouth. My hips buck against the bed, needing friction, feeling like I’ll burst at any second.

I break the pattern with a tortuous lick down her pussy, lapping up the sweet juices flowing out of her. I’m addicted. High on the taste of Taylor Peyton-Anderson. My cock burrows deeper into the covers as I go back to her clit and take it into my mouth. Then I slowly slide a finger into her opening.

“Charles!” she cries, her pussy clenching against the invasion. She’s so tight, so wet. I lap at her clit and play with her pussy some more and I feel her slowly relax as my finger slams all the way in.

Quickly, I start off a rhythm, thrusting my digit inside her, curling it so it grazes that sensitive spot and she grabs my hair, her hot body writhing on the bed.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she chants, her voice delirious. “Oh my God, what are you doing to me, oh fuck, oh fuc—”

“Minx, you’re so fucking tight, I can’t wait to get my cock inside you. You’d take it so well. Shit, your greedy pussy wants more, huh?”

I insert a second digit, and before I can thrust a few more times, she falls apart.

“Charles!” Her cries join the lurid sounds of my fingers moving inside her. Her body arches up, liquid spurting from her pussy and she trembles uncontrollably, but I don’t let up, kissing, tasting everything she’s giving me. So fucking delicious.

The sparks spread from my heavy, aching balls up my throbbing shaft.

With a grunt, I kneel before her and tug down my underwear, my cock springing free. I grip it tightly as she stares wide-eyed at me, her face flushed, sweaty, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

“Watch what you do to me, minx. My cock is leaking for you.” I tug myself harder, fucking my fist like it is her pussy.

Holding my stare on hers, I watch her lips parting, her tongue darting out as she moves her hips on top of the bedsheets like she’s imagining me inside her. I grow harder.

“Like what you see, my feral kitten?”

I groan, the pleasure reaching a boiling point. Black dots form in my vision, my pulse roaring in my ears.

“All for you, minx. All fucking for you. This is what you do to me.”

The dam bursts and I fall into oblivion, my hand gripping, moving faster as ropes of cum shoot out of my cock, spraying over the sheets, landing on her belly and tits.

Molten fire spreads through my veins at the sight of my cum on her—marking her.

She’s mine.

Taylor moans as she stares at me, her face flushed and breathing rapidly. She trails her fingers to her heaving tits and swirls the digits over my cum. Then she slowly brings them up to her lips and licks her fingers, tasting me.

She moans and closes her eyes before sucking her fingers like she can’t get enough.

Fuck me. Tugging my cock a few more times, I wring out every drop of cum, every pleasure I can get in this moment, hoping in the light of day she won’t regret any of this.

“Shit,” she whispers, her eyes opening and staring at my cock again. “You weren’t kidding at ABTC about your inches.”

Her lips twitch and it takes a few seconds for me to remember what she’s referring to—that day at the steps, which seems so long ago, and I bark out a laugh. This woman.

“Fucking minx,” I rasp, watching as her eyes glint with laughter.

Gripping her neck, I haul her to me for another kiss and soon, intense passion chases away the humor. She melts against me, not caring we’re a mess of cum and sweat. My tongue tangles with hers, her nails scraping down my back. My cock stirs, wanting another round, wanting to be buried inside her this time.

With my last ounce of restraint, I tear myself away from her, but not before pressing the softest kiss on her lips.

“This is how it should be between two people who want each other,” I whisper to her parted lips. “The tip of the iceberg.” I press another kiss on her mouth and rasp, “I won’t rush you, but I want you so damn much. All your thorns. All your scars. Every inch of you. Step into the light with me, Taylor.”

Her eyes fill with tears as her throat works. She’s rendered speechless. But it’s okay. I know what she’s thinking, even without words.

She once said my heart is in my eyes.

But really, she’s talking about herself, because I want to be the man she’s staring at right now…in shock, awe, and all the heavy emotions I’ve tried to ignore most of my life, thinking they are beasts I should tame.

I want to unleash them with her.

“You’re never alone. Not anymore,” I murmur.

A few tears slip out of her eyes, and she throws her arms around me. She cries into my chest, each sob carving a new wound on my heart. I curl my arms around her shaking body, anguish tearing up my insides. I hold her close until her shudders calm and I feel her body relaxing.

“Charles?” she mumbles, her voice sluggish, like she’s seconds away from drifting off to sleep.

“Yes, minx?”

“I’m fucked up. Why do you like me? Give me a reason. Any reason…” Her voice drifts off.

I frown and look down at her, finding her fast asleep, a frown marring her forehead. It’s torture to see her like this, beautiful but scar-ridden at my feet. The helplessness of not being able to take away her pain. The rage threatening to swallow me whole.

Leaning down, I kiss her forehead and smooth out the wrinkle there. She lets out a sigh and snuggles deeper into my hold.

I want to know what happened; I want to fix her.

Someday, she’ll tell me everything and I’ll chase away every single shadow in her eyes.

Her demons are mine, her enemies are mine.

I’ll destroy them, whoever they are.