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He growls against my lips, panting heavily, and I drag my nails down his shoulders, drawing a pleased hiss from his lips. It’s pleasure and punishment all wrapped up together.

My back bows into him, closing what minuscule gap exists between us, and I wind my arms around his neck, clutching him close. He breaks the kiss, and I draw in a tight breath. His teeth latch onto my shoulder, and then he bites down hard.

Flesh breaks, pain flushes through my shoulder, and lightheaded from a lack of air, I come suddenly like I’ve been shot. It’s sharp and powerful, shooting through my body, and every nerve burns.

It’s so intense that my eyes roll back in my head.

I can’t think.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t move.

There’s nothing but ecstasy.

This is heaven.

9

KRISTOF

The lighter clicks, and an amber color flares at the end of my cigarette. I breathe deeply, filling my lungs with the smoke, then I settle back against the couch, deeply sated.

A new sense of relaxation settles deep in my bones, and my anger toward Alena’s recklessness fades away. There’s nothing but a deep purr of satisfaction in my mind. I draw on my cigarette once more and glance at her.

She lies next to me, still panting like she’s run a marathon. Her chest heaves, and her nipples are still stiff and pert. Tears dot her dark lashes from emotion that welled up near the end, and her lips are flushed ruby red. Her thighs still quiver, spread and relaxed on the couch, which gives me a full view of her pussy. My cum leaks slowly from her well-fucked entrance, and the purr inside me deepens.

I shouldn’t have fucked her. Shouldn’t have tasted her.

But I did. Now, there’s no going back.

Slowly, Alena props up onto one elbow and fixes me with a bleary stare. The shift draws my eyes to her breasts as they sway slightly, and now, my claiming bite mark on her shoulder stands stark against her pale skin.

She’s mine.

“Can I have one?” Her sparkling eyes lock onto my cigarette.

“No.”

“Why not?”

I almost tell her she’s too young to gain such a terrible habit, but the words catch in my throat. It likely would have no effect given what’s just happened.

“Because I said so.”

“Fine.” There’s a slightly petulant air to her response.

Alena sinks back down into the couch and moves to close her legs. I stop her with a single touch to her warm thigh. I want to see her pussy. I want to see every inch of her body and all the marks I left behind.

“Pervert,” she murmurs softly, then a dreamy sigh escapes her lips, followed by a small hiccup. No matter how good the sex was, the alcohol in her veins still clearly has a hold.

I drag on my cigarette again, just watching her through the clouds of smoke. She trails one hand over her abdomen, up to the red marks left around her breast by my hand. Hunger rears inside me, a desire to sink forward and follow that path with my teeth and tongue. I’m addicted, and I want to consume her until there’s nothing left.

One taste, and my infatuation with her has grown into a full-blown obsession.

“That was… amazing.” She sighs softly. “I feel…” She pauses.

I lift a brow. “How do you feel?”

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