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And I plan to.

I want to make her lose every ounce of control she has. I keep my eyes on her face, watching every expression, every bite of her lip, every flutter of her lashes. I want to see her break apart, to witness her surrender as she comes undone.

She shudders and bucks against me, her nails digging into my shoulders as I inch my fingers underneath the fabric of her panties and tug it. It’s so flimsy it tears and falls away. Finally, I get to her bare pussy. She arches into me as moans fall from her mouth. Her sex is hot and wet as my fingers slide inside her.

"Don’t stop,” she whispers, her voice breaking.

“I’m not stopping, not even if you beg for it,” I growl.

Chapter Twenty-Six

LARA

Ifeel my juices trickle down my thighs.

Without warning, and as if I weigh nothing, he hoists me in the air and sits me on the cold marble top. Catching hold of my thighs, he spreads me until my legs are parted into a Y and my naked pussy is open and exposed. My clit is pulsating for his touch. I'm so ready, so aroused that I'm shaking. He stands back and stares hungrily at my dripping sex. He reaches out and touches my clit and I almost swoon from the wave of pleasure that passes over me.

"Raise your legs higher and wider," he commands. "Arch your back. Show me your pussy and your ass. Show me you want this."

I obey, God help me.

“Nice, Very nice,” he says and smiles with satisfaction.

I'm aware of the filthy picture I present, but I want his cock inside me so badly that I don’t care. He cups my sex and I’m stunned by how violently my body responds. I should be ashamed of myself, but not one ounce of shame courses through my electrified veins. This feeling is too good, way too good.The way he touches me, the perfect balance of roughness and tenderness has me melting against him. I need more. I need him to push me further.

I grind against his hand, each movement sending electric shivers down my spine. My clit throbs painfully, swollen and desperate for more. I turn to face him, my body betraying every ounce of shame I feel.

Every time my eyes flutter open, I catch him staring at me, his gaze hungry, predatory, triumphant. I know he’s won, I’ve surrendered, but the pleasure is so consuming that I can’t bring myself to care.

“Fuck,” he growls, the impatience and frustration thick in his voice.

His hands are on my breasts, squeezing them possessively. I’ve always known they were full, that they drew attention I didn’t want, but no one has ever grabbed them like this, making me feel like he does. There is a domineering roughness about his touch that makes me ache.

He kisses me again, and it’s deep, dirty, his tongue thrusting in and out of my mouth as if he is tongue fucking me. My hand reaches down between us and wraps around his length. He’s hot, hard, and thick, and the moment my fingers close around him, I feel the pulse of his arousal under my palm. It makes me shudder. As he strokes me, one finger slipping inside, I squeeze him, pumping slowly, savoring the way his cock twitches in my grip. With my eyes closed, I feel every inch of him, the heat and thickness that makes my breath catch in my throat.

I look down. He’s so fucking big and hard, veins straining against the silky skin, and all I want is to taste his flushed, swollen head, to pull him into my mouth and suck until he’s the one losing control. I want to make him come apart in my hands and feel him shiver and break the way he does to me.

His breath is hot against my face, as he drops lower, his mouth trailing kisses down my stomach. Two of his fingers push inside me, filling me completely. It feels like an examination, like he’s exploring every inch of me, learning what makes me shiver, what makes me moan.

He’s between my legs in an instant, his mouth hot and wet as his tongue licks up the length of my sex.

“Oh!” A moan is torn from my lips, my head falling back as he devours me. His tongue works my clit, flicking and sucking. His mouth is relentless, driving me to the edge, pulling every ounce of pleasure from me until I’m writhing, clawing at the counter.

I hold his head, my fingers tangled in his hair, trying to push him away, but he’s not stopping. His grip tightens on my hips, pinning me in place as he fucks me with his tongue, pushing deeper, exploring every part of me. He ravishes me like a man possessed.

“Ivan,” I cry out helplessly, my body arching as I feel the pleasure build, coiling tight in my core.

His tongue drags against my clit, and the pressure is unbearable. I’m so close, and I know I won’t be able to hold on. My hands grip the counter, my legs shaking as he sucks harder, his mouth relentless.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

IVAN

When she comes, shuddering, crying out so loud it echoes off the kitchen walls, I feel such a thrill I’m ready to come myself.

I straighten, my gaze locked on her as she lays sprawled across the counter. Her eyes are glazed, lost in the aftermath of her release, her chest is heaving, and between her spread thighs, her pussy is red, swollen and glistening. By God, she is beautiful.

“Wow!” she mumbles, her voice raw and breathy.

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