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"Not at all," I purr, lifting my chin. "In fact, I find it rather enjoyable here."
Philippe's eyes gleam, a predatory smile curving his lips. "Is that so?"
Heat pools low in my belly at his expression. I wet my lips, nerves and arousal warring within me. "Yes," I breathe.
His hand tightens on mine, pulling me closer. I go willingly, drawn to him like a moth to flame. Our bodies align, and I feel the hard length of him pressed against my stomach.
"Perhaps we should retire to my room then," he suggests, voice rough with lust. "To explore further."
I surge up on my toes, crushing my mouth to his. He growls low in his throat, his arm snaking around my waist to press me tighter against him. I twine my free hand into his hair, the soft strands slipping through my fingers.
When we part, breathless, I stare into fathomless blue eyes. "Please, I want to experience this, at least once," I whisper, desire and trust warring within me. I want this, want him, but-- "Will you go slow?"
Philippe cups my face, gaze intense. "You have my word,cara mia. I will go as slow as you need." He brushes his mouth over mine, achingly soft. "Your pleasure is mine."
Heat suffuses my cheeks, but I nod. I believe him.
Philippe takes my hand once more and leads me through the writhing mass of bodies towards a door at the back.
Chapter 33
Philippe
I lead Tatiana through the heavy oak doors into my private den, the crackling fire instantly warming our skin. In this light, her eyes glimmer like the center of life itself.
She turns to me, "I want you to take control tonight, Philippe. Do what you want with me."
My pulse quickens at her words. I run my fingers up and down her arm gently. "Are you sure this is what you want,piccola?" My voice is ragged with longing.
She smiles softly, cupping my cheek. "We've played by my rules until now. Tonight is about you, Philippe about what you need. Tonight, I’ve seen this world you created. I want you to show me what it feels like to be a part of it."
Her words unlock my soul, unleashing a hunger I can no longer contain. I crush her lips with my own, our tongues tangling wildly as I back her towards the bed. She moans into the kiss, her hands fisting in my hair. I rip her dress apart, the silk shredding under my hands, and she gasps.
"Get on your knees," I order roughly.
She obeys instantly, sinking to the mattress, her eyes burning into mine. I tower over her, tracing the line of her jaw as she kneels before me.
"You're mine tonight, Tatiana." My voice is dark and possessive. "And I'm going to do whatever I want with you."
“Whatever you want,” she repeats, a devilish smile on her face.
I gently lay Tatiana down on the bed, her naked body stretched out before me, and bind her wrists to the headboard with leather cuffs. Her tits rise upwards, two full moons. Her pink berry nipples tantalize me.
God, I want to touch her, taste her, but first, make her beg. She tests the restraints, a flush spreading over her skin, her breasts rising and falling rapidly.
"Is that too tight?" I ask, trailing a finger down her injured arm.
She shakes her head, her eyes glazed with desire. "It's perfect."
I strip off my clothes and climb over her, bracing my hands on either side of her head. "If, at any time, you need me to stop, just tell me so."
"I won't need to," she breathes.
The lust, and assurance in her voice make my cock throb. I crush my mouth to hers again, kissing her fiercely as I slide a hand between her legs. She's soaked for me already, and I groan at the feel of her slick heat.
Breaking the kiss, I lift my hand and suck her essence off my fingers. Her eyes darken, pupils blown wide, and she squirms against her restraints.
"Please, Philippe." Her plea is soft and ragged.
