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Her blue eyes went heavy-lidded, her full lips parting as she tried to catch her breath. Her breasts heaved between us, and I dropped my head and took one ripe nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard, shuddering at the taste of her sweet skin before moving back up and skimming my lips over hers. When she chased my kiss, I shook my head.

“You weren’t listening, sweetheart.” I dipped my head and suckled her other nipple. Only when she was squirming did I release the succulent, tight point. I brushed another featherlight kiss over her mouth. “I make the rules, and you follow them.”

“Please,” she whispered, lifting her hips.

“Not the answer I was looking for.”

She sank white teeth into her bottom lip. There was no fear in her eyes. Just unrelenting need, which was exactly what I wanted to see. She tested my grip on her wrists, and I wanted that, too. Every bit of delicious resistance. I wanted to take her to the edge and hold her there until she hated me for making her wait. Because I wanted her to love it when I finally let her go over.

With a whimper, she gave a small nod.

I rewarded her with a kiss. I poured all the possessiveness I felt into it, nibbling her plump lower lip before thrusting my tongue deep. When she was moaning and pliant, I rose, intending to strip. But as I stood over her, all I could do was stare.

My cock was already painfully hard, and it tightened further at the sight of her sleek body spread open and bathed in the pure winter light that streamed through the window. I’d seen her before, of course, but never like this. I’d never had her all to myself, her lithesome curves displayed for my eyes only.

She seemed to sense what I wanted, because she stretched her arms over her head and spread her thighs wider. She hid nothing from me, letting me look my fill.

And I did. Her tits were incredible—round and full and crowned with rosy nipples glistening from my tongue. Her delicate rib cage flowed into a sleek stomach and gently flared hips.

But it was her pussy that commanded my attention. She was so pink and pretty there, all dainty folds and shiny desire. A surge of protectiveness flooded me. No one would ever hurt this female again. Anyone who dared to try would never try again. Because I would end them.

My cock pulsed, reminding me I wore far too many clothes. I stripped in record time, suppressing a groan when I finally freed my erection. My shaft was swollen and dark red, a thick bead of precome trembling at the tip. I smeared the moisture over my cockhead. Another bead swelled from my slit, and I gathered that, too, grunting as I stroked my shaft.

Given propped herself on her elbows, her gaze riveted on my dick. She gnawed at her lip again with one little fang as she watched me work myself over. I knew there was plenty to see. I’d been bred to be big, and my cock was an eyeful. I wasn’t boastful about it, but I saw no reason for false modesty, either—especially when she clearly liked what she saw. I widened my stance and slowed my fist, giving her a show. My balls ached, the heavy globes tight with come. Blood pumped to my shaft, plumping up the veins and turning my cockhead purple. I licked my palm and carried it back, slicking myself even more.

She sucked in a breath.

“I’ve never had my mouth on you,” I said.

Her eyes shot to mine. “No,” she croaked. She cleared her throat. “You haven’t.”

“We should fix that right now.” My dick swung heavy against my thigh as I climbed over her. I grabbed the pillow from behind her head and sent it sailing into the center of the hut. “That was going to get in my way,” I told her, then I pushed her thighs wide and licked up her center.

“Oh, gods!” Her cry ended on a squeal, and her legs trembled around my head. I pushed her knees flat to the mattress and buried my face in her cunt. Her juices soaked my tongue. She was as sweet as I remembered, like a ripe, juicy peach. I thrust my tongue inside her, hunting for more nectar.

She gave a long, strangled moan, her hips jerking against my hold. She grabbed at my shoulders like she needed something to hang onto.

I eased back a bit, denying her pressure. I stiffened my tongue and traced the tip around her opening. She made a frustrated sound and dug her nails into my muscle.

I responded by trailing open-mouthed kisses down her inner thigh, where her pulse fluttered in a pale blue vein. I returned to her pussy, licking and teasing and sucking at her folds, but I stayed away from her clit. It thrust eagerly from its sheath, a glistening bud ripe for claiming. But that would have been too easy. I didn’t want this to end just yet.

Her breathing grew more labored, each exhale a whimper that tightened my dick. “Varick, please.”

I dragged the tip of my fang down one of her slick, puffy lips. “Please, what?”

Goosebumps rushed over the skin of her inner thighs. She held still, no doubt feeling the promise of my bite. “My clit,” she whimpered. “Please, please touch my clit.”

I looked up. She held her head up, and she fisted the sheets on either side of her hips. Her gorgeous breasts trembled as she practically vibrated with need.

“Since you’ve been such a good girl for me,” I murmured, then sucked her clit into my mouth. I kept my eyes locked on her face, so I saw her tip her head back as she came on a strangled scream. A flush spread down her chest to her breasts, and her nipples stabbed the air. Fucking gorgeous. I tongued her clit as she shuddered through her release, and then I flipped her over, pulled her onto all fours, and ate her from behind.

“Oh! Varick! Oh gods!” Her arms collapsed, and I gave a growl of approval as the position thrust her ass higher. I sucked her clit until she stiffened with another orgasm. As she screamed herself hoarse, I thrust two fingers inside her and lapped up her juices.

“Gods!” She sobbed against the mattress. Her pussy clamped hard around my fingers, and she thrust her ass up shamelessly. I drew back so I could admire the view.

No surprise, her backside was as pretty as her frontside. Smooth, sweetly curved ass. Long, sleek thighs. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and rubbed her juices over her tiny pink asshole. She squealed and jerked away, only to lift her hips higher.

“That’s right,” I rasped, “come back and get it, beautiful.” I teased her hole for a few moments, but my control was frayed to the breaking point. As she came down from her high, I urged her onto her back. She was putty in my hands, offering no protest as I spread her wide and settled on top of her. I positioned myself at her entrance, and I nearly came on the spot when her heat enveloped my cockhead.

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