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But he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, his lips brush across my cheek, over my jaw, and down to my throat.
That’s where he plants his first kiss.
My first kiss. Not on my lips, but on the tender skin around my throat.
My whole body reacts. Every hair stands up. Every pore opens. I’ve been thrown into a fire. I’m burning alive.
And it’s fucking amazing.
“What are you doing?” I rasp, as Leonid kisses down my throat to my clavicle.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop,” he growls, the heat of his voice washing against my tender skin.
No. Don’t stop.
When he gets to my chest, his big hand moves up my body until he has wrapped his fingers around the neck line of my dress.
With a single rough tug, he tears the dress open.
The instant my tits spill out, he’s on them. The molten pressure in my core is spinning so fast now that I’m almost numb. Leonid palms one tit and kisses the other.
His lips close in around my tender little nub, far more softly than I would have expected. When his tongue lashes out, I squirm from the pleasure it brings.
Leonid just holds me down, licking at my tit with increasingly desperate lashes.
“Oh my god…” Each breath I take deepens. My toes curl and my back arches as Leonid moves his mouth from one tit to the other.
He paints me with his tongue like I’m a fucking blank canvas, and the subtle roughness of his barely visible stubble tickles my tender skin like the biggest fucking tease around.
Before I know what I’m doing, my one free hand has grabbed the beast behind the head. My fingers run through his golden locks and I hold on for dear life.
It hardly even registers than I’m touching his gorgeous blonde hair. I’ve never touched blonde hair before. Definitely not like this.
When Leonid is done painting my tits with his tongue, he grabs onto my torn dress and pulls it further down my belly. His mouth follows the entire way, and he gives my belly button a single soft kiss before he leans back and tears my dress all the way down to my ankles.
Just like that, I’m completely exposed.
But I don’t feel cold or vulnerable.
I’m on fucking fire. I want him to cover me.
“Do you like the way I kiss you, princess?”
“… Don’t call me princess,” I rasp, my eyelids fluttering as I silently beg for more.
“Then what shall I call you?” He’s teasing me. He knows I want more. My nipples are pitched and my pussy is soaking wet. My toes are curled and my back is permanently arched.
Call me queen.
“Call me by my name.”
“As you wish, Sophia.”
The way his voice deepens when he says my name only makes the return of his mouth all the more mind-blowing.
This time, his lips fall just above my hip bone. Slowly, he moves further and further down. But he doesn’t go straight for my pussy. The bastard can never play it straight like that. Instead, he kisses the insides of my thighs, all the while his hands reach up to pinch my wet nipples.
“You’re enjoying this…” Leonid notes. My arousal couldn’t be any more obvious, but I’m not in the mood to be snippy. Instead, I straighten out my left leg until my toe gently meets the bulge that is his raging cock.
