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I withdraw the hilt from her body slowly, enjoying the way her inner muscles clench around it, reluctant to let go. Her breath is ragged, her eyes heavy with the aftermath of release.
But we're not done yet. Oh, no. There's still so much to explore.
I sit up, drawing the knife from between us and bringing it to my mouth. I lick her essence from the metal, savoring the taste of her.
She whimpers at the sight, her eyes fluttering closed as her cheeks flush a delicate pink. I see the desire burning in her, a wildfire waiting to be stoked once more. I set the knife aside; my hands and mouth are all that's needed now.
"My turn," I whisper, my voice rough with need. She shivers at the words, her gaze locking with mine.
There's a challenge in her eyes, a silent dare. Does she think I won't take what's mine? Does she think I'll show mercy?
I push her legs apart, spreading her wide for me. I want to brand her with my touch, mark her as irrevocably mine.
No longer gentle, my hands grasp her thighs, holding her open for me. I lean down, my mouth replacing my hands, and I taste her. She's a feast, and I devour her with urgency. My nose dips into the well of her arousal as my tongue takes her hole and I inhale deeply, wanting to breathe her into me.
Her hands tangle in my hair, her hips bucking as I swirl my tongue around her most sensitive bundle of nerves. She moans, a melody of pleasure that spurs me on.
But it's not enough. I need to be inside her, to feel her around me, engulfing me.
Her taste lingers on my tongue as I pull away just before she can reach climax a second time, a maddening mix of sweetness and lust.
My fawn is wild beneath me now, her hands clutching at the sheets, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her eyes, dark and unfocused, hold a question, a silent plea for more.
The challenge in her gaze has only fueled my desire, stoking the fire that rages in my veins. She wants to be branded, marked as mine, and that is exactly what I intend to do.
"Beautiful," I whisper, my voice raw as I take in the sight of her spread open for me, her silken cunt dripping with pleasure. "Absolutely beautiful."
I lean down, nuzzling her neck, scraping my teeth over the sensitive skin there. Her pulse flutters beneath my lips and it's all I can do to hold myself back from sinking my teeth in as deep as my tongue just went.
My hands glide over her thighs, spreading her open wider for me, exposing her in the most intimate way. She's a revelation, a secret laid bare, and the power I hold over her in this moment is absolute.
The knowledge that I can push her further, that I can take her to the edge and beyond, is a heady drug.
I won't deny that I enjoy her desperation, the way she arches into me, seeking more. She's a creature of pure desire now, all inhibitions burned away.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her ankles locking at the small of my back as she holds on for the ride. In this moment, she's entirely mine, and the thought sends a surge of possession through me.
I want to thrust into her, to feel the slick heat of her envelope me, but I hold back, teasing us both.
Instead, I slide my fingers along her inner thighs, relishing the way her muscles tremble at my touch. She's a tightly coiled spring, wound so tight that the slightest touch will send her spiraling into oblivion.
Deliberately, I brush my fingers over her center, a whisper-soft caress that has her crying out. "Lucian," she moans, her voice thick with need. "Please. I need you."
"Are you begging?" I murmur, my voice a low purr.
Her eyes flash with rage, but lust quickly drowns it out. "Yes," she pants, the word a delicious concession on those luscious lips. "Yes, I am."
That's all I need to hear.
I position myself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of my cock. Her eyes flash open, a spark of wildfire in their emerald depths.
She holds my gaze as I slowly, slowly begin to push inside her. She's tight, scalding hot, and it takes every ounce of my control to go slowly, to give her time to adjust to my size.
With each inch, she whimpers, her head tossing from side to side. Her fingers scrape down my back, nails leaving trails of fire across my skin.
Finally, I'm sheathed inside her, buried to the hilt. I pause, giving her a moment to get used to the feeling of being stretched around me.
Then I begin to move.
