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“I’m going to hell.” He moves his hips under me, hitting that sensitive spot over and over again.

I moan around his finger before I take it out and find his lips again.

He shudders, his breathing harsh in the silence. Not breaking our kiss, I shrug out of my bra, my breasts heavy and tender, and I let out a pleasurable sigh as my hard nipples graze his chest.

“Fuck me,” he rasps.

We break apart for air and I see pitch-black eyes snagged on my heaving tits, my pebbled nipples thrusted forward, needing him to touch them, play with them, kiss them.

His nostrils flare, his tongue swiping his lips as he stares at my tits. “Shit. Fuck… You’re testing every limit I never knew I had, minx.”

“Play with me,” I moan, clasping my breasts in both hands, offering them up to him.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Madness swirls in his eyes, his control clearly close to snapping. I tug at my nipples and whimper, my hips moving again, the sensations overbearing, almost becoming too much.

“I need this, Charles…I need to know what sex feels like when I want it,” I whisper.

Something about my words causes his body to still. A muscle pulses in his jaw and he looks at me.

No, he stares at me, his intense eyes seeing through all my layers to the darkest parts of me, the sides I never want the world to see.

He must’ve concluded something because slowly, he sits up and pulls me snug against his body as if I weighed nothing.

He can break me in half if he wants to.

But somehow that doesn’t scare me.

“I won’t have sex with you tonight, Tay. But I’ll pleasure you. I’ll show you what it’s like between a man and a woman who want each other.”

He curls his hand around my nape and brings my head toward him. His lips touch the whorl of my ear. “And when you’re ready to take off your mask with me in the daylight, I’ll make love to you. Fuck you hard. Make you forget every man who has ever touched you before, because all you’ll remember is me.”

Chapter 37

My cock is throbbing,leaking at the tip for her. I’ve never been this hard before, not even in the most depraved scenes at The Orchid in my younger, anything goes, days.

And we haven’t even done anything yet.

This alone should scare me. The fact I want nothing more from her other than giving her pleasure and chasing away her pain. I’ll be happy holding her in my arms, kissing her, watching her come apart over and over again because she trusts me to take care of her afterward.

It’s an honor.

My lips tangle with hers, my tongue dueling, lashing, swiping inside her mouth, tasting the sweetness that’s the most addictive drug. She’s moving on top of me, her body in a natural rhythm—a fucking sensual goddess rubbing her hot little pussy on my aching cock like it’s the only thing she wants in the world.

I want to bury myself deep inside her, feel her tight muscles wrap around me, sucking the cum out of me. But I don’t want her to regret this. I know this isn’t casual for her. It’s a big milestone. I’m betting this will be the first time she has sex since her trauma.

I don’t want her to regret it later.

And so, I’ll satisfy myself with relieving her ache. I move my lips down the slender column of her neck, biting her throbbing pulse, listening to her hiss, then feeling her grind against me harder.

She likes the pain. My little masochist.

Growling, I grip her luscious tits in my hands—fuck, they’re perfect creamy handfuls. Her nipples are hard and I suck on them, listening to her moans and whimpers as a guide on what she likes. She shakes on top of me, and I clamp my teeth lightly around the tip.

“Charles!” Taylor screams, throwing her head back, her body pulsing on top of my cock before she slumps forward.

Fuck, she came already, just from me kissing her and playing with her nipples.

My minx is so sensitive—the things I can do to her. Lurid thoughts of her on her knees, metal clamps on her nipples, me controlling every inch of her body—cum leaks out of me and I stifle a growl.

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