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But it was already too late. The Caro in him that was a slave to carnal pleasures had risen and taken over, and there was no turning back now.
He hungered for her.
And he would have her.
Chapter Two
SPENCER CAUGHT HER breath the moment she heard the rustle of clothes slowly being undressed. The sound was terrifying and erotic, and try as she might, she couldn't help imagining it was someone tall, hard, and beautiful, just like—-
Stop right there, idiot!
Etienne had just dispensed his shirt when he saw Spencer suddenly start shaking her head like she was listening to hardcore metal, a gesture that she would've rightly assumed to be unseen, but since he was Caro...
A smile slowly curved over his lips as he tossed his belt away and started unbuttoning his pants. Beautiful little Spencer...he had long grudgingly accepted her knack for surprising him, but this decision of hers certainly took the cake. A regular churchgoer like her shouldn't even be thinking of premarital sex, much less dealing with her virginity this way, but here they were now, with Spencer unknowingly treating him to the sight of her lovely tits.
Was he naked yet, Spencer couldn't help wondering with a gulp. She had a feeling "the other party" already was, but then again, maybe that was just her nervousness making her silly?
Either way...it didn't matter, she told herself. What was done was done, and she just had to make the most out of tonight.
Etienne saw Spencer square her shoulders as if she had resolved an internal struggle, and the movement inadvertently drew his copper gaze back to her tits. He had always liked his women big-breasted, but Spencer's small, perky breasts proved to have an appeal of their own, and he could feel his fangs sharpening out in his desire to taste them.
His gaze moved down, this time devouring every inch of her with hungry intensity. He had never really let himself wonder what Spencer would look like naked, but he realized now he should have. Because this woman staring up at him with unseeing eyes...this woman whom he had known for years, she was fucking perfect, and not once had he thought it possible, for his tomboyish Spencer to hide such slender perfection under her shapeless suits. Her curves were all in the right places: the pert, rounded shape of her pink-tipped tits, her tiny waist, and long, silky legs that nestled her moist, quivering flesh in between...
Magnific, prea magnific.
Magnificent. Too magnificent.
And so fucking hot that Etienne could no longer wait.
Spencer's throat tightened the moment she felt the bed dip. No backing out, she reminded herself. No one had forced her to do this, and there was no way out now. But the moment she felt a large, strong hand settle on her knee, panic instantly struck, and a powerful tremor shook her body.
I don't think I can do this!
She pushed the hand away without thinking, but before she could even turn or crawl away, hands unerringly found her waist, and then she was being dragged down—-
Her lips parted, but her scream was lost in the hard, hot mouth that was suddenly covering hers in a kiss that made not the slightest attempt to woo or soothe. She tried to fight back, tried to push him away, but he was too strong, so impossibly strong, and God, of course he wouldn't stop, not when he was only keeping to her third request: don't let me back out.
But even so, she tried to struggle, even tried to knee him in the groin. She tried everything, and everything failed, and even worse was the way she could feel her body already weakening, the arousing heat of his powerful, hard body making her feel things she had never thought possible she would feel for any other man. God. Oh God. Was this really going to happen? Was this really supposed to happen?
Confusion was starting to make her lose focus, her body starting to tremble for another reason under the relentless force of his kiss. God. Oh God. She felt the kiss deepen, demanding control and dominion, and as his mouth finally pried her lips to fully open, his tongue immediately drove past her teeth.
Oooooooooooh.
It was like...like sorcery at work, her resistance yielding little by little under every stroke of his tongue. This kiss demanded her total submission, but at the same time it promised something else and offered a seductive glimpse of the other thing she had asked for: this man would be so good in bed...she wouldn't want the night to end.
That promise was all hers, that promise could and would come true, and all she had to do was...surrender.
Etienne sensed the exact moment Spencer yielded to his claim; it was in the way her eyes drifted close, and her body gradually softened under his. It was in the way her fists, which had earlier pounded his chest in an effort to push him off, slowly uncurled and flattened against his muscles. But most of all, it was when he settled the full, throbbing weight of his body against hers, and her head had fallen back against the pillows, and that was when he heard it: the sexiest fucking moan in the world...
Fuck, she was hot, so goddamn hot.
The urge to thrust inside of her then and there had him inhaling sharply, but he managed to hang on to his control and instead concentrated on feeding her growing need for him. His mouth on hers gentled and turned coaxing, his tongue teaching hers to move against his, and when he tested her willingness to reciprocate by sucking on her tongue, she passed with fucking flying colors, with Spencer not only sucking on his tongue back but also circling his neck with her arms as she pressed every inch of her close—-
"Aaaah." She couldn't help gasping, senses reeling at the first, intimate feel of a man's naked body against her skin. And this...this man's body, she thought dazedly, was no ordinary thing. The muscles were almost too hard, almost too perfectly sculpted, and even the very length of him seemed too much. He was so tremendously big everywhere he made her feel small and vibrantly feminine. Everything about him was just so overwhelmingly male, with the soft-slash-rough matting of hair on his chest tickling her breasts and teasing her nipples into aching, pouting tips of arousal.
His palms moved up at that moment to cover her tits, and another moan slipped past her lips as her body involuntary arched up. He palmed them good and hard, his hold on them controlling and possessive, but somehow it didn't terrify her at all, and when he squeezed her tits, even the way it hurt was good. So, so good that she could only cry out and strain against him in an effort to push her breasts deeper into his touch.
Etienne couldn't get enough of Spencer's responsiveness. She was always this snarky little bitch in his presence, even cool and contemptuous at times, but now...it was as if she had willingly turned into his own little toy to play with, and fuck if he didn't want to play with her for a long, long time.
