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But my memory of her never faded and my need only ever grew. That was the truth of it. Every single thing about this woman called to me. The sugary scent of her skin. The way her breath catches half a second before she decides to be afraid. The ridiculous softness of her. And none of it ever quiets down. Every single time I have put my hands on this woman I have walked away hungrier than I arrived, and I had stopped ever expecting that to change.

Which was why I was at war with myself.

Because half of me wanted to take an entire year over this. To learn every inch of her at my leisure. To find out exactly what makes that singing pulse flutter and then do it to her over and over again until she can’t remember a version of herself that existed before me.

The other half wanted to devour her whole and would happily have ruined her to do it.

Both options were open to me, because I knew that when that day finally came there would be no time limit at all. I also knew that when I finally had her somewhere that belonged to me, with a door I owned and nowhere at all for her to be, I was going to take my time.

I was going to tie this woman down and keep her there for hours, so that I could freely drown in every sound she made. And nothing on this earth could make me hurry once she was bound to my bed and securely held prisoner behind a locked door where only I held the key.

And she would make the most perfect, fuckable little prisoner.

Soon.

But for now, I couldn’t hold back any longer, as I needed to taste her and indulge in this consuming need. This craving that felt like it could burn me whole. And fuck me, if it hadn’t been worth the wait, as I pushed her legs as wide as they could go and dipped my head to her drenched pussy.

Two fucking months!

Two months since I had tasted her and even then, it was nothing compared to drinking straight from the source. I’d had it on my fingers in a shower block in another state and I hadn’t been able to think of much since. Endless nights in a cell where the taste of her haunted me.

I wasn’t a man who was easily undone by anything. I had been shot. I’d had a knife go in me and finished the conversation I was having at the time. There was very little left in this world capable of reaching me at all. Yet one taste of this woman went through every wall I own and closed its fist around my cold dead heart.

I had never believed in heaven. My father raised me on the understanding that there was nothing waiting for men like us. And even if there ever had been, there wasn’t a chance I would make it to a place like that. No, Hell was far more suited endgame for someone like me. But with that being said, if there was the possibility of Heaven existing and if by some enormous clerical error, I were ever permitted near it, I couldn’t ever imagine it would be better than this.

This was my personal fucking heaven right here.

Between my woman’s legs, devouring her like a starved beast. As this right here, was already the best thing that has ever happened to me and the closest I would ever get to the divine. I wanted to fucking drown in her!

I could feel her legs shaking as it began to build inside her. The noises coming out of her were making it very difficult to remember why I was not already inside her. My need to come increasing by the minute as my cock felt heavy as a rock and hard as fucking steel as it tented my sweatpants.

But it was time to stop teasing her with soft strokes of my tongue, as I latched on to her swollen clit making her nearly shoot off the bed as her hips rose up. I rumbled my approval which vibrated against her before alternating between sucking and flicking my tongue against the superb bundle of nerves.

“Oh God… oh… oh… fuck!” The hissed curse made me grin against her, as she gave way to her first orgasm and it certainly wouldn’t be her last. Despite how she tried to squirm away from me. Which was why I hooked my large hands under her thighs and yanked her hard, pulling her closer to my mouth. She cried out and tried to beg me, and I felt precum bead on the end of my cock at the sound.

“No… not again… please… aaahhh”

“Oh yes, little nurse. Again, and again, and again, until I say otherwise. This sweet pussy is mine now, and I am nowhere near finished with it,” I growled into her quivering flesh, making her whimper. A sound that turned into a cry as I thrust two thick fingers inside her without any warning. Her inner walls clutched at them, pulling them deeper and I groaned at the thought of my thick cock forcing its way into her tight passage.

It didn’t take long for her second orgasm and the moment I felt it coming I bit her clit hard enough to make her jerk against me. Her sharp spike of pain only fueled her release until she was wailing out her pleas for mercy. Mercy that I did not have it in my dark soul to grant her.

The way she clenched around my fingers, and the noises coming out of her while she did it caused even more precum to leak. I had her in my hand and in my ears all at once, and there was no music on this earth I would take over it.

“Please… no more.” Again, her desperate little cries would do nothing but spur me on to do more, as she was giving me exactly what I wanted.

“I will decide when you’ve had enough, my beautiful little slut,” I told her, feeling the way her core tightened around my fingers at the sheer filth of it and a word I doubted any other man had ever dared call her before. But with the way she moaned and threw her head back, I knew it only added to the beat of my tongue as I rolled her clit between my teeth before soothing the sting.

This time, I wouldn’t let her find it as easily, as I wanted her begging me for a different reason and I knew to get that, I would need to keep her on the edge. So, I left her clit, and dipped lower, licking up from her tight hole still filled by my fingers all the way up through her dripping folds to her clit, and sucking it hard enough to border on pain.

“Please… oh yes… please… please…” I kissed the inside of her thigh before smirking against it.

“Please what, little bird? You will have to be specific.”

“You know what… don’t make me beg.” My smirk turned to a full grin at that as I looked up at her.

“You are going to have to ask me properly, Anna,” I demanded and by the looks of her face, I knew what was coming. So, the second she opened her mouth to argue, I fucked her with my fingers, making her cry out. Her hands flew to stop me, and I used my free hand to pin both of her wrists to her stomach.

“This is to teach you a lesson,” I growled, powering my fingers into her at a speed I knew would achieve only one result and I fought her for it, as she tried to get away from me. But I was having none of it until I got exactly what I wanted.