Page 44 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 1

Nodding, she slowly unfastened her stockings and rolled them off, one at a time. Why am I not feeling anything? She unfastened her corset, not taking her eyes away from his. His breath hitched as she let it fall to the floor. She hooked her thumbs in the thin straps of her thong, pulled it down, and stepped out of it.

His lips parted and he sucked in a long breath. “Atemberaubend. You are stealing my breath away, Engel.”

Anna smiled and pulled him to sit on the bed while she kneeled to remove his shoes and socks. She sat up on her knees and worked at his pants while she looked up into his face. His eyes were stormy with desire, and she inhaled sharply at the intensity of his gaze.

He leaned back and she unbuttoned his pants, caressing his hard cock over the soft cotton of his boxers.

Kurt smiled and lifted his hips so she could pull the rest of his clothes off, and he sat naked in front of her. He really is a handsome man. Too bad he’s just like all the other men I’ve known. Maybe if I please him well enough—if I give him a good blowjob—he’ll be content and go to sleep. She leaned forward and took his throbbing cock into her mouth, deep and down her throat immediately.

He jumped and moaned loudly, caressing her hair. She pulled back to get a breath, then swallowed again. Kurt mumbled in German and tightened his grip on her hair, but allowed her to control the movements. She sucked and licked and swallowed as she sensed he wanted.

He was getting close to climax when he pulled at her hair, pulling her mouth off him.

Her body ran cold and she stared at his knees. “Did I do something to displease you?”

“Nein, Anna. That was... incredible. You have a fantastic mouth.” He trailed his fingers over her swollen lips, then pulled her up. “I want more than your mouth, though.” He pulled her into the middle of the bed and lay on top of her, his tongue exploring her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her hips against his. When would he hurt her? Why wasn’t her body responding as it should?

Kurt smiled and trailed his tongue from her ear, down her neck, and to her shoulder. She shivered as her body suddenly awakened. His tongue left a fiery trail down to her breasts. He paused there and kissed each nipple.

Anna squeezed her thighs together, thankful she didn’t have to feign arousal anymore.

He stroked the side of her breast with his thumb and then cupped it with his big hand. His thumb swept across her nipple, back and forth, teasing it and making her squirm. He leaned down and took it into his mouth, sucking gently.

Her head rolled back as his tongue swirled round and round. He dragged his tongue from the bottom of her breast up to the nipple from different angles. He repeated the treatment on her other breast; first with his thumb, then his tongue.

He didn’t use his teeth at all, just his tongue and gentle fingers. Shifting his body, his cock slid against her thigh.

He kissed the valley between her breasts and began moving down. Her clit throbbed and ached for his touch. Spreading her thighs apart, she flexed her hips, the tip of his cock brushing her outer lips as they both groaned. She rotated her hips and his tip ran up and down the length of her outer lips, slowly spreading the wet folds apart.

“I want you, Anna,” he growled. “I want to bury myself deep inside your body and make you scream.”

Icy fear tore at her mind as Kurt moved himself into position. She kept her body relaxed, her expression one of eagerness, though her mind screamed for mercy. She’d been right about him. He was going to hurt her just like every other man did.

He pulled her knees up and spread her legs further apart. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, so he thought she was enjoying herself instead of trying to control her terror. She could handle this. Master Jack told her over and over again that she was made for this sort of thing. Her body healed so she could take whatever a man wanted to do to her. Kurt would be happy and hopefully report back to Devin that she’d pleased him.

Leaning forward on one arm, he used his other hand to rub himself over her wet folds. Anna held her breath as he pushed forward, oh-so slowly. She opened her eyes and blinked as she studied his face.

He wasn’t angry. His eyes were full of curiosity and... affection?

Anna gasped as their hips touched and he leaned down on his elbows and smiled at her. “You feel amazing, Engel.” His voice was gentle, his lips were soft as he kissed her.

She closed her eyes as they kissed and they found a gentle, thrusting rhythm. How is this possible? He’d said he wanted her to scream, and yet, he wasn’t hurting her. At all. His movements made her eyes roll back into her head with pleasure.

He murmured in German—words Anna would have sworn were of affection and care—and she slid her hands around his muscular back. Had she been wrong? His gentle invasion made it hard to concentrate on anything. He kissed her neck and breathed heavily into her ear, moaning and softly speaking in his native language.

She buried her fingers in his thick hair, inhaling his scent, thrusting up against him as heat pooled in her belly. There was no pain, no anger, no animalistic hunger. She closed her eyes to concentrate on his desires and she felt nothing but tenderness from him.

He was a different kind of man.

Anna opened her legs wider as he moved deeper. She wanted all of him. His veins caressed her inner lips as his long length slid in and out of her. She moaned deeply as the crest of his cock slid by an especially sensitive spot. Kurt stopped, backed out a little way, and pressed forward again.

“Oh . . .”

He continued the short, gentle thrusts, and Anna’s head spun, the pressure building inside her. He rotated his hips upward and the sensation intensified.

Over and over Kurt thrust against that spot until suddenly she shot up into the stars. She clenched around him and he groaned loudly. He murmured something in German. She whimpered and clung to him, his lips pressed against her neck.

Slowly, she slipped back to earth. He’d paused at the peak of her climax, letting the pressure alone send her along. “I like hearing you scream in pleasure, Engel.”

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