Page 123 of Born in Depravity

She pulled away from the kiss, her eyes opening wide. She clenched her walls around me every time I moved back inside her.

She was so fucking drenched, I could feel her arousal coating my palm.

“Fuck,” I gritted out. “You feel so good. So fucking tight.”

And to prove my point, I added another finger. Her eyes widened comically, and she moved her hand down and shackled my wrist. Her fingers barely touched around it, and I smiled wickedly.

Her cheeks flushed, and I doubled my efforts. She made small mewling noises from the back of her throat, sounding much like the kitten Mikhail liked to call her. Her back arched again, bringing her closer to me.

I let out a low growl and, unable to help myself, I kissed my way down her body as I continued to finger-fuck her.

My mouth found her nipple and I brought it into my mouth, sucking on her supple flesh, and still it wasn’t enough.

I would never get enough of this girl.

Let her go?

That was a fucking joke.

She was mine. I would never let her go. She could fear me, she could hate me, or she could even love me. Whatever the fuck it was, she was going to fear me, hate me, and fucking love me right by my fucking side.

My wet lips gilded across her hot skin. I looked up and met her dark brown eyes flashing with arousal as I moved from her sternum to her navel, letting my tongue peek out and taste her skin.

She sucked in a sharp breath, creating a dip on her belly, just as I placed a small kiss on her smooth mound.

Fuck, I had never been more thankful that Mikhail had waxed her.

The whole point of waxing her was to mark her. To remind her, every time she looked down at her bare skin, just whom she belonged to.

But this had turned out to be so much more.

I got down to her center.

I pressed a small kiss there before pulling away and licking my lips, taking in her sweet taste.

She watched with a scandalized look in her eyes.

As if this was the first time I’d touched her, when I remembered in excruciating detail how she had fallen so beautifully apart in my arms when I used my fingers on her ass.

Fuck.

I adjusted myself a bit from the memory.

Looking at her, I said, “I fucking love the way you smell.”

I leaned down and touched the tip of my nose against her, entwining our hands together and pulling them down by her sides.

She made a small choking noise, trying to pull away from me, but I held her still, pulling on her hands and keeping her close. I took in her scent.

Perfect.

Fucking perfect.

I let go of her hands and grabbed her hips, running my fingers mindlessly back and forth over her smooth skin.

She paused only a fraction of a second, then I felt her run her fingers through my hair.

She was so shy, it was hard to get her to initiate anything, so the fact that she was even touching me like this was something else altogether.

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