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I spread my legs wide and wrap them around his waist, pushing my hips upwards.

While I am kissing him, I run my hand down his back, over the curves and valleys of his beautifully defined muscles.

His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling my face harder against his, deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue into my mouth. I moan against his lips.

His cock is hard, pressing into me, driving me a little wild. I’m dangerously close to slipping over the edge and losing control of this situation.

I dip my hand into his back pocket, grabbing his ass as though I am caressing it.

There is no key in there either—how the hell am I going to reach the other pocket with my handcuffed to the fucking bedpost?

I gasp, forgetting what I was trying to achieve when his hands begin to explore my body. He grips my waist, his touch sending bolts of electricity shooting through me. I rock my hips up towards his pulsing cock, but this time it wasn’t to tease him—it was because I am very quickly losing control.

My skin is on fire, desperate for more of his touch. Desperate to feel every inch of him thrusting into me.

He knots his hand in my hair and yanks my head back, exposing my neck and running his hot tongue over my skin. I moan loudly, trying to remind myself that I’m searching for—looking—I need—key—I need the key—

My breathing is heavy, and my chest is heaving against him. I have never been this turned on in my entire life. My nipples are pressing hard against my top, tingling and sensitive.

His hand wraps around my thigh and pulls my legs further apart as he rocks himself against my pussy. I can feel everything.

His body against mine. His tongue. His hands.

My skirt is up around my hips and my thin panties are not protecting me from any of this.

I want him.

I claw my nails into his back. The key is the furthest thing from my thoughts at this point.

I am fully willing and ready to do whatever the hell he wants right now.

He grabs my top and pulls it up, exposing my breasts.

I gasp again when his lips wrap around my nipple and his tongue darts over my sensitive skin.

Chapter 7 - Avraam

Her body is the test I am failing.

She moves beneath me and every inch of her is teasing me.

Her breasts are full and creamy, her skin smooth and soft to the touch. I can’t get enough of her as I push myself against her, pressing her legs wider while I am exploring her with my tongue

Every time she moans, it fuels the fire burning inside me. I push my cock harder against her and she rubs her pussy up and down over the rock-hard bulge in my pants. Each time she moves against me, I want to growl and rip the last shreds of her lace panties from her body. I am trying so desperately to hold myself back, but reasoning and logic aren’t here anymore. The only thing I am deeply aware of is her. Every single gorgeous inch of her.

Her scent is overwhelming in every way as I run my hand down her side, over the valleys and curves of her hips and then slip my hand beneath her ass, letting my fingers explore the space between her legs.

I brush my fingers over her pussy and a low growl rumbles through my chest. She is wet, warm and ready for me.

In my mind, I am already thrusting into her. Ripping my pants open and slamming my cock into her until she screams my name.

I could—

My breathing hitches in my throat and I try to turn my head away from her.

Still pinning her to the bed, I move head to the side and press it against the pillow.

Stop this right now, Avraam. What the fuck are you doing? She is tricking you. She is using her body to manipulate you. Stop. This. Right. Now.

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