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He tore my panties down with one hand, holding me up while I shifted my weight to let him take them off. I was dizzy with need. The ache inside of me was screaming for release, and I wanted him. God forgive me, I wanted him inside of me so badly. I could lie to anyone else, tell them that he had forced me, but in that moment I knew nothing but a primal need for him to satisfy me.

“Take me,” I moaned. “I want you inside me, Rien.”

“Not yet,” he murmured. His face was pressed to my hip, his lips trailing down, down, and then—

“OH!” I cried out loud as he licked me once, hard, his tongue stoking the fire inside of me to unbelievable heights. My muscles turned to rags, and I screamed as he buried his face between my thighs. His tongue licked me in long, slow strokes, so slow that they tore my nerves to pieces and left me shaking with desire. I needed more, more, but every time I came close he only eased off and left me wanting.

“Rien, please. Oh God, Rien. Don’t stop.” I was babbling, my hands grabbing his hair and pulling his head back towards me. He pressed kisses all along the outside of my folds. I was burning, burning. I would die if he did not touch me again.

“Tell me you want me, Sara.”

“I want you. Please.”

“Tell me you love me.”

“I—I—”

My voice choked. I could not say the words and I did not know why. His command had closed down something inside of me.

His mouth sealed over me, and I screamed as he sucked my swollen clit, licked it hard and sent me soaring for a split second before he pulled away.

“Rien!”

“Tell me!” His voice was a growl, an order, full of a terrible need that sent a darkness into my heart.

“I— love you.”

I forced the words out. Once they were in the air, I felt as though I’d done something wrong. Before, I might have been pretending, but this felt worse, somehow. I’d lost something between us, something I didn’t understand.

His mouth was on me again. It sent all of my thoughts into a whirlwind of varying brightness. The walls of the room spun around me as his tongue circled my aching, tender clit. My body began to rock forward against his mouth. He flicked me with his tongue, and I gasped, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. His arms wrapped around my thighs, holding me back against the shelves.

“Oh yes, Rien,” I cried out. His mouth sealed again around my swollen clit, his tongue probing me greedily. The shudder began to rise inside of me, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him harder against me. My heart pounded in my ears.

“Yes! Yes! YES!”

I screamed as the orgasm tore through my nerves. I held onto his shoulders for dear life, knowing I would collapse to the floor if he did not hold me up. Fireworks exploded from my core and the room turned a blinding white as wave after wave of my climax crashed through my body. And still his tongue was working circles around me, pulling every scrap of pleasure from my body as I came, screaming, screaming as though it was pain and not pleasure that shot through my whole being. I gushed, the orgasm sending me over the edge and into an abyss that I doubted I could ever escape from.

I shuddered once, then again, my hips bucking against his mouth, as the pleasure rolled through me. The room still swayed, or was that my body? I trembled, and my fingers slowly relaxed. Rien’s tongue stroked me slowly, his breath cool against my hot slick skin. Softly, softly, he pressed a kiss against me, sending one more shudder through me.

He stood up, and I could feel his hardness against my thigh as he held me up.

“Rien,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. He kissed me on the forehead, brushing back my hair.

Then he grabbed me with both hands and threw me against the back of the couch. I stumbled and fell. My hands dug into the cushions. He grabbed my shoulder and shoved his leg against my inner thigh, pushing me forward even more. Bending me over the couch. He leaned close to me, his breath in my ear, and what he said made me shiver with as much fright as desire.

“You’re mine now.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Rien

I couldn’t stop. Her taste was on my tongue. I pulled her away from the bookshelves and spun her back toward the couch.

She was mine. Mine. I couldn’t control the savage lust inside of me. I bent her over the couch. Her soft cries, her needy noises, the sound of her breath catching as I forced her over the cushions–they drove me to a need that I’d never experienced before.

Mine.

I had to have her. My hands moved along her creamy skin. Her perfect hips pressed against the couch. My hand wrapped around her neck and kneaded the muscles there. I savored her small gasps as I worked my way between her legs, my fingers ripping at the button of my fly. My cock was throbbing in my hand as I took it out.

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