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He rips the condom and slides it on, thrusting inside me, spinning my world from its axis.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he says, clenching his jaw as if to control the pleasure. He grips my hips and turns me.

“Your ass bounces with my dick inside you. Fuck, I might come just looking at it.”

I might come one of these days from his dirty talk alone.

He fists my hair, dragging me up, and plays with my tits, twirling and twisting, pleasure and pain mingling, and I come again. My name slips from his mouth as he finds his release.

Chapter 17

Ellia

Locked in my apartment, soft music plays in the background as I sip from my glass of red wine, with the other I hold a brush, while Kian kisses down my neck. I giggle, tipsy on the wine, drunk on him. “And this is a flat brush. I start all of my paintings with it.”

“Go on.”

I tip my head and he gets even better access to my exposed and sensitive neck. “This is the palette knife. I use it to layer and blend the acrylics.”

His fingers glide down my arms, grazing the underside of my breasts. I am losing this seduction game… I bet him that nothing could distract me from offering him a crash course for beginners, but then he’s the exception.

“Sometimes I have an idea already in mind. Though most of the time, I have none, and sometimes it’s a combination.”

His fingers caress the line of my spine and his hand curls around my neck bending me to him. “I want a sip.”

I am one second away from jumping him, and I am sure this is what he’s after.

I tip the glass to his lips and his pupils darken, lust smoldering in them.

Lesson forgotten, I place the glass down.

He unknots my robe, his thumbs and fingers brushing over my nipples. I am pure sensations, wild with desire flowing down my veins. Our tongues dance together, and one of his hands grips my thigh, the other finding its way to my wet pussy.

I moan into his mouth, and he deepens the kiss. My hands wrap around his neck to keep me in place as his fingers explore my pussy. Every pleasure nerve in me fires up as he hits that place inside of me. With his thumb flicking my clit, I explode.

He drops on his knees and spreads my legs. He tips the bottle to my belly and my eyes pop out of my head as the wine flows from my belly button to my pussy where he laps at it. I grip the edge of the chair while he nibbles and sucks at my clit.

“God, Kian…”

“From sinner to a god. You flatter me.”

My retort dies in my throat as he raises the bottle again then drinks as much as he can from my pussy.

“I’m thirsty, angel, and dry wine goes best with your sweet pussy.” He repeats that until the bottle is empty and at my feet is a puddle of spilled wine.

He lifts me, carries me to bed, and places me on all fours. He kisses down my spine.

“Stay like this,” he commands.

I follow him with my eyes as he gets out of the bed, grabs the first two tubes he finds and squeezes paint out of them. He mixes red and white on his hands. I squint at him as he approaches me and palms my ass cheeks. He cocks his head, his eyes darkening to a pool of lust.

“Fuck. Don’t move.” He wipes his hands clean and comes back with his phone and throws a condom on the bed and takes shots of me like this. I give in, and I pose for the camera, uninhibited, free, carnal.

“Mine. All of you.” He takes pics of his hands on my breasts, neck, and pussy. I roll out of bed and do the same, planting my hands on his heart, his face, his dick. We make a mess out of us, out of the sheets.

“If I don’t get inside of you right now, I will fucking die.”

It’s a desperation mixed with rush as we stumble in the bathroom. We clean each other, and he slips inside of me. He grunts and I moan at the sensation of him bare and moving with me. He slips right out of me and backs me toward the bedroom. My body hits the mattress, and he rolls the condom down his dick.

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