Page 41 of Steal Me

The rest of her words disappeared into the ruthless possession of his kiss, and this time he gave her no chance to think. His tongue thrust inside of her mouth, demanding her submission. He was relentless and methodical. It was stroke after stroke after stroke until his wife finally sobbed in surrender, and she began kissing him back as her arms wrapped around his neck.

Enfin.

His hands found the hem of her dress, and it was easy to push the bloody thing up and get it out of the way with Liana shakily raising her hips in assistance. They were both naked in moments, her breasts heaving, his length throbbing violently, and when their eyes met under the blanket, Sylvain nearly groaned at the way she was biting her lip.

His wife gasped as he bent his head to capture one rosy tip between his lips, her body arching against his as he began to suck. Tremors shook her delicate frame as his mouth traveled lower and lower and lower...until he was at eye level with the most intimate part of her.

"Don't stare," his wife begged.

But of course he paid no heed to this.

Silly girl.

Had she forgotten that every inch of her was his?

Her dewy flesh beckoned, and he was unable to resist. His Liana moaned as he parted her thighs, and then she was arching once more at the first flick of his tongue. And when his tongue pushed past her creamy folds, the way she sobbed his name out sent blood rushing straight to his groin.

It was time.

Sylvain's muscles tensed as he moved back up, and he heard her breath hitch as he positioned himself between her legs.

"This will hurt," he warned, voice strained with the effort of holding back. "But only for a moment."

"I'm not afraid."

Foolish little one.

"You should be."

Had she forgotten how he had seen the truth in her eyes?

Sylvain slid into her slowly and steadily, his muscles straining at the effort it took to control the beast that wanted to break free inside him.

Deeper and deeper he went into her...

Until he heard his wife cry out when his massive throbbing length finally broke past the barrier of her innocence.

"S-Sylvain."

She was his, finally.

And now, it was time for the monster in him to break free.

Her eyes flew wide as he started to move without warning.

His every thrust faster, harder, and deeper than the one before.

"P-Please..."

Her nails were scraping his back and into his muscles, her breasts jiggling against his chest, her hips rising clumsily to meet every plunge of his body.

"Sylvain, I..."

He reached between them, knowing what she was begging for without words, and as soon as he found that tiny sensitive spot—

"Let go,ma petite," he rasped out.

She shattered around him with a cry, and as soon as her inner muscles tightened around his, his own fingers dug into the soft curve of her bottom as he started pounding into her, wanting to give her everything...

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