Page 81 of Fifth Avenue Devil

Nate's lips find mine again. His hunger is evident in the way he devours me.

He mutters against my lips. "I always need you, Annalise."

I giggle, my cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and curiosity.

"What do you mean?" I ask, breathless.

He doesn't answer at first, instead trailing kisses down my neck, igniting a fire within me that I've never felt before. His hands roam over my body as if trying to memorize every inch of me. I can feel my need growing, the wetness growing between my thighs. The anticipation of his next words drives me wild.

"Tonight, I want to take your ass," Nate whispers into my ear. His hot breath sends shivers down my spine. “I want you to feel how amazing it can be to surrender yourself completely to me.”

My whole body clenches at the unexpected request. My pussy grows even wetter.

A mixture of fear, excitement, and uncertainty swirls within me. The look in his silver eyes tells me that he's serious. This step could solidify our connection.

Maybe it will bind us together in a way that nothing else can ever touch.

"Are you sure?" I ask. I feel so safe here in his arms. It’s almost silly to even ask the question. Nate would never do anything to me that could hurt me.

“Yes, Kitten.” His fingers brush the sensitive nape of my neck. I shudder, unable to look anywhere else but directly in his eyes. “I promise, you’ll fucking love it.”

"Okay," I whisper. “You’re my teacher.”

A sudden surge of power courses through Nate. He scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder, carrying me toward his opulent bedroom.

In one fluid motion, Nate lowers me onto the silken sheets, his strong hands working quickly to undress us both. His muscled body looms over me. I can feel his gray eyes burning with intensity, probing me. He leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss before trailing his mouth along my neck, his teeth nipping and teasing my sensitive flesh.

It’s almost too much. I groan, digging my fingers into his shoulders, the gesture hard enough to leave marks. He growls.

"Your body drives me wild," he murmurs. His lips move against my skin, his warm breath raising goosebumps all over me. He moves lower, his skilled lips lavishing attention on my breasts, swirling around my nipples until they're taut peaks of pleasure.

"Please, Nate," I beg, my hips arching off the bed in desperation. "Touch me."

He grins and murmurs, "You'll have to be more specific, Kitten."

"Touch my pussy," I gasp, unable to hold back any longer. “Please.”

“Such a good girl. Asking for what you need…”

Nate's eyes darken with lust as he obeys. His large hand trails down my stomach and between my trembling thighs. He presses a single finger inside my channel, teasing me for a brief moment before slowly sinking it inside my pussy. My moans echo through the room.

"God, Annalise. I love listening to you moan.” His breathing is heavy with need. "It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I want to savor every inch of you."

He takes his time, kissing and worshipping my inner thighs, his tongue occasionally flicking tantalizingly close to where I crave him most. The sensation is maddening. He drives me to the edge of insanity as I squirm beneath him, desperate for release.

"Please, Nate.Please?I need you to lick my clit."

"Your wish is my command.”

Nate's warm breath fans over my aching, wet core as he lowers his head between my trembling thighs. The anticipation is electric. I feel myself clenching in anticipation of his skilled tongue. A moment later, that tongue makes contact with my throbbing clit.

For a second, my eyes roll up in my head. I swear, the world around me seems to shatter into pieces.

"God, Nate," I gasp, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, urging him closer. "Don't stop. Don’t ever stop. You’re too good."

"Never.” He growls against me, his voice vibrating through my sensitive flesh, intensifying the pleasure. His tongue continues its expert ministrations on my clit. After a moment, he slides two thick fingers inside me, stretching my hot, wet pussy.

I can barely think straight, let alone form coherent thoughts. My body is entirely at his mercy. I’mhis.

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