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Folding over me, he licks the chocolate from my aching breasts. With the hand that’s not pinning my wrists above my head, he gently rolls my nipple between his fingertips.

I begin whimpering. “Fuck me, Astor. Please fuck me.”

“I’m not done with dessert yet.”

I groan as he licks down my sternum, my stomach, and finally between my legs. But he teases me, circling the outside of my folds, driving me absolutely wild. I am physically aching for him to be inside me. Just when I can’t take another minute of the torture, his tongue slides over my clit.

It feels like an electric shock. My entire body jolts as he suckles the swollen nub.

Writhing against the table, I pull my hands from his grip and plunge them into his hair, moving my hips to the strokes of his tongue. I feel as though I am having an out-of-body experience, having never felt this kind of pleasure in my life.

Astor devours me like it’s his last meal.

“I’m going to come,” I whimper in a voice that doesn’t sound like my own.

“Not yet.” He lifts his face, licking the chocolate from a pair of beautifully swollen, glistening lips.

My God, he is everything.

“Astor, please.” My pulse is roaring, my vision wavering. “Please?—”

Before I can finish begging, he grabs my hips and yanks me to him, and off the table. I’m spun around like a rag doll, shoved face-first against the glossy surface, my ass exposed to him.

I cry out as he spears into me. Tears spring to my eyes, the sudden rush of emotions too intense not to release. The pain is exhilarating, and I can feel myself stretching around him, greedily taking in every inch. His nails dig into my hips, and before long, my body gives in, relaxing into his strokes and pushing back into him as he thrusts.

“Good girl. That’s a good—fuck, Sabine.”

He folds over my back, dips his finger in the bowl of whipped cream, and rubs it on my lips. I open for him, sucking the sweet vanilla from his fingertips.

We’re both sweating, panting, molding together as one.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he breathes into my ear. “You make me crazy.”

He lifts off my back and presses so deeply inside me that I cry out, and then he wraps a hand around my stomach, pressing his thumb against my throbbing clit. With his other hand, he lubricates his fingertips with whipped cream and slides a finger between my ass cheeks.

Filled by his erection, I gasp as one finger rubs my clit while the other gently begins to circle my asshole.

I am floating. There’s no other word for it. The sensation coursing through my body is the most intense I’ve ever had in my life.

I whine his name helplessly, unable to take another second of whatever the hell this man is doing to me.

“Say my name again,” he demands.

I do, again and again.

“You are mine, Sabine Hart. You belong to me.” The snarl in his tone is both terrifying and sexy as hell.

He’s fucking me so hard now that with each thrust, the table inches forward and my forehead bangs against the polished wood.

“No man will ever touch you again. Do you hear me? You’re mine, Sabine, mine, mine. Mine.”

“Yes, I’m yours, Astor. I’m yours, I’m yours ...”

“Do you want it, baby? Tell me. Do you want it?”

The pressure increases at my opening.

“Yes, please, I want it,” I cry out. “Do it.”

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