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His fingers curl around my wrist, his grip firm yet gentle, as he pulls me closer. The intensity in his eyes is undeniable, a silent challenge.

"Maxim," I say, "what are you doing?"

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SOPHIE

He doesn't respond with words, just a smirk that sends shivers down my spine. His touch is possessive, his gaze unwavering.

He slides his hand up my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. My camisole feels suddenly constricting, like it's holding me back from something primal.

With one swift motion, he tugs the delicate fabric over my head, exposing my bare skin to the room's warm air. I gasp, not out of shock, but anticipation.

His eyes darken as they roam over my body, lingering on the curve of my breasts, the slight rise and fall of my chest with each breath.

"You were asking for this," he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly, sending a thrill through me. "You wanted this to end here."

I bite my lip, unable to deny it. "Maybe I did."

He releases my wrist, letting his hands roam freely now. One hand cups my breast, thumb brushing against my nipple, while the other slides down to the waistband of my panties.

With a tug, he pulls them down, leaving me completely bare before him. The cool air hits my skin, making me shiver, but it's his proximity that makes my blood boil.

"On your knees," he commands, his tone brooking no argument.

I comply without hesitation, my heart pounding in my chest. He stands tall, revealing the hard planes of his chest.

His cock strains against the fabric, demanding release. I reach up, tracing the outline with my finger.

"Take off your pants," I demand, my voice stronger than I expected. "Show me what you've got."

A growl rumbles in his throat as he unbuckles his belt, pushing down his pants and boxers in one motion. His cock springs free, thick and throbbing, an invitation and a threat all at once. I lick my lips, hunger overwhelming any sense of decorum.

"Please," I beg, my voice husky. "I want to taste you."

He doesn't waste time granting my wish. With a forceful push, he lowers himself onto my chest, positioning his cock right at my mouth.

I take him in eagerly, sucking him deep into my throat. His groans echo in the room, mingling with the sounds of the fire.

"Fuck, Sophie," he mutters, his hands gripping my hair tightly. "You know how to make a man lose control."

I hum in response, the vibrations driving him wild. His hips thrust slightly, guiding my head, but it's not enough.

I need more, craving the feel of him inside me, filling me up. I pull back, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

"Maxim," I say, my voice steady despite the desire raging within me. "I want your cock inside me. Fuck me. Make me yours."

His eyes flare with passion, his control slipping. He stands, stripping off the rest of his clothes with a predatory grace.

The sight of his fully naked body sends a jolt of heat through me. He kneels beside me, his mouth descending on mine, his kiss possessive, claiming.

"Say it again," he demands, his voice rough with need. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," I gasp, breaking the kiss.

“What do you want from me?”

"I want your cock inside me. Now."

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