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"Mmph..." Ruby let out a muffled grunt.

But I gave her no chance to breathe.

Four days of suppressed pressure, the fire ignited by the Seine—it all burst through the dam called reason in that instant.

I ripped her coat off, tossing it to the carpet. I bent down, sealing her mouth with near-savagery.

No gentleness this time. No testing. My knee drove between her legs, wedging into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. In the chaos, Ruby's teeth split my lip. The taste of blood bloomed instantly in our mouths.

Ruby's hands clawed at my shirt collar. Fabric tore loudly in the foyer. She arched her neck, a broken whimper escaping her throat, her body coiling around me like a vine.

"Marcelo..." she panted, voice shredded.

"Say my name. Keep saying it."

I cupped one hand under her full ass, hoisted her up, strode through the living room, and kicked open the master bedroom's half-closed door.

In the dim bedroom, the curtains weren't fully drawn. Faint light from the Paris night sky slanted across the bed.

I threw her onto the charcoal-gray sheets.

The mattress dipped. Ruby curled her legs like a startled animal, beige coat falling open to reveal a black turtleneck sweater and tight jeans hugging her lush curves.

I stood at the bedside, yanked off my black tie with one hand, unbuttoned my shirt, and tossed it with my watch onto the carpet.

When I pressed down, the whole bed groaned.

My palm slid up from her ankle, roughly pulling off her boots, then covered the tight flesh of her thighs beneath the denim. My rough, calloused hand kneaded, drawing violent shivers from beneath her skin.

"Look at me, Ruby." I gripped her chin, forcing her to open those hazy, glistening amber eyes.

"I... I'm looking..." Her voice was completely shot, chest heaving violently, breath hitting my collarbone.

The belt buckle's metallic clink rang harshly in the silent room.

I stripped off her pants and underwear, threw them off the bed. When that naked, plump warmth was fully exposed in the dim light, my last shred of sanity burned to ash.

I shoved her thighs apart with both hands, spreading her open so nothing stayed hidden from me. The dim light caught the soft, heavy swell of her breasts straining against that black turtleneck, the way the fabric stretched tight across the full undercurve and the deep valley between them. I yanked the sweater up over her head in one rough pull, tossing it aside. No bra. Just those generous, pale breasts spilling free, nipples already tight and dark, rising and falling with every ragged breath she took.

My mouth landed on one heavy breast without warning. I sucked hard, drawing as much of the soft flesh as I could into my mouth, tongue flattening against the peaked nipple while my hand crushed the other mound, fingers sinking deep into the yielding weight of it. She arched under me with a broken sound, hands flying up to clutch at my shoulders. The mattress dipped again as I settled my weight between her spread legs, the thick ridge of my cock pressing against the slick heat of her cunt through the last barrier of my pants.

"Ruby." Her name came out like a growl. I dragged my teeth across the underside of her breast, then bit down just enough to make her gasp. "You feel that? How hard you make me?"

She nodded, amber eyes glassy, lips parted. I shoved two fingers between those lips, and she sucked them without being told, tongue swirling, saliva coating my knuckles. The wet heat of her mouth sent a jolt straight to my cock. I pulled my fingers free and dragged them down her throat, between the deep cleavage of her breasts, over the soft curve of her stomach, until I reached the bare, swollen folds between her thighs.

She was soaked. My fingers slid through the slick mess of her, parting the puffy outer lips, finding the tight entrance already fluttering. I pushed two fingers inside her without preamble, curling them hard against the front wall while my thumb pressed circles over her clit. Her hips jerked. A broken moan tore out of her.

"Fuck, look at you." I watched her face while I worked those fingers in and out, feeling the thick, wet clutch of her cunt trying to pull me deeper. Her thighs were soft and full, pressing against my sides, the flesh giving under the hard grip of my free hand. I squeezed the outer curve of one thigh hard enough to leave marks, then slid higher to grip the heavy underside of her breast again, lifting it so I could suck the nipple back into my mouth.

She was shaking. Every thrust of my fingers made those full breasts bounce, the soft flesh jiggling with the force. I added a third finger, stretching her, and her head tipped back against the charcoal sheets with a high, desperate sound.

"I—ah—please—"

"Please what?" I pulled my fingers out of her dripping cunt and shoved them into her mouth again. "Taste yourself. That's how wet you get when I touch you."

She licked and sucked obediently, eyes locked on mine. I used that moment to shove my pants and underwear down far enough to free my cock. It slapped heavy against her soft lower belly, the thick head already leaking. I rubbed the length of it up and down through her folds, coating myself in her slick, watching the way her cunt lips clung to me every time I dragged upward.

Then I pushed in.