Page 23 of Charmed and Alarmed

Lifting my hands to her face, I lower my lips to hers, kissing her deeply. I’m not sure I could ever get used to the way she tastes or the delicate scent of apples that overwhelms my senses whenever she’s near. For months, fucking this woman was all I could think about. I’ve fantasized about this so many times, and yet I didn’t come close to how it would feel. Decades of wild, uninhibited sex didn’t prepare me even slightly for the effect Lenora Vogel has on me, or for the sensation of being flayed open, as vulnerable and exposed as she must feel.

As one, we step toward the bed, our lips still moving together, and our ragged breathing filling the quiet stillness of the room. Pulling away, I look down at her and, with a playful smirk, push her back onto the mattress. Leni falls with a breathless laugh, sprawling over the deep green quilt. Her right leg is bent, and my eyes catch on a deep red line just above her ankle. My heart lurches.

“Holden.” There’s the true first hint of apprehension in her voice as I reach out, covering the scar with my hand.

I ignore her. Lowering myself to my knees beside the bed, I turn my head, brushing my lips over her ankle and calf. Up close, I see there isn’t just one scar, but three, all colored in different shades of red. Pretending I don’t notice her trembling, I kiss each in turn, before turning my attention higher.

“Fuck, princess,” I hear myself rasp, and my fingers dig into her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. “You have the prettiest fucking cunt.”

A breathless little giggle greets this, one that turns almost instantly to a gasp as I guide two fingers through her seam and part them. Every inch of her is pink and slick with arousal.Mine. Every inch of her ismine. Groaning, I lean forward, sealing my mouth over her sex. There is nothing calculated or practiced about this. Every bit of practice I’ve had doing this might as well be nonexistent at this moment. I’m working on instinct and greed, driven out of my mind by the taste of her alone.

Leni’s warm thighs are bracketing my head, her fingers are tangled in my hair, and I am going to make her come so hard she becomes as addicted to me as I am to her. I’m not even inside her yet, and I’m desperate to be again.

I’m fucked.

I’m absolutely fucking fucked.

“Holden,oh my god—” My hand flattens on the toned expanse of stomach above her mound, holding her down as she arches off the bed, already reaching for her orgasm. My cock is alarmingly hard, and getting more painful with every whimper and soft, raspy cry from the woman before me. Focusing my attention on her clit, I bring my free hand up, guiding a single finger into her pussy.

Tight is a goddamn understatement. If I didn’t already know she was a virgin, I would now, and it’s dimly disturbing to realize how deeply it turns me on.

Mine.

Knowing what she needs, I add a second finger, and her thighs fall open wider, instinctively making room for me as she begins to shake. Seconds later, she’s coming. Arousal floods over my fingers, and I lick it up like a starving man, not stopping until she’s trying to push me away.

I’m not done, though. It could have been minutes or hours, butthat wasn’t fucking enough.

“Holden, please,” she whines, “I’m so sensitive.”

Yeah, I can tell. Every time my tongue passes over her clit, she’s bucking and writhing. This woman made a career of mastering her own body, and it’s intoxicating to force her to abandon all that carefully held control. Looking up, I feel my dick grow impossibly harder at the flushed, wild look on her face. I shake my head. “One more.” And, keeping my eyes on hers to make sure she sees, I spit on her swollen clit.

“You’re so dirty,” she half-laughs, half-whines, her hands tightening in my hair as I lower my mouth again, starving for more of her cum.

My princess hasn’t even begun to see how dirty I can be, but she will. I’ve made her come once, and already I’m an addict. To illustrate the point, my fingers slip from her entrance, using her arousal to create a slick path between her cheeks to yet another hole I will be the first to fuck.

Leni is writhing, making noises that make my cock swell impossibly harder. The need to be inside her is becoming more urgent by the second, and I find myself grinding my hips down into the mattress in an unsuccessful attempt to relieve some of the ache.

How could I have ever resisted this woman? Whatever the delusion was, it’s gone now, and I’m certain I won’t get away with it again. It’s never been like this; the need burning beneath my skin goes so much deeper than lust.

“Do you like dirty, Len?” I ask, and my voice is so rough that if I hadn’t known it was me speaking, I wouldn’t recognize it.

She opens her mouth to respond, but the words turn to a scream as one of my fingers breaches the tight, hot opening of her ass, dipping just far enough to make her hips snap off the rumpled bedding beneath us and to fill the room with the sound of her pleasure.

“Holden,oh my god, I’m coming?—”

The sound of Lenora Vogel moaning my name as I tongue her clit and finger her virgin ass is enough to eviscerate whatever is left of my restraint. Latching onto her swollen bud, I suck the bundle of nerves desperately between my lips, creating a slow, pulsing rhythm that has her back arching off the bed in seconds.

As I crawl over her body, I’m filled with a deep, primal sense of pride. This woman is beautiful, wickedly intelligent, and—as much as she’d like to deny it—good all the way through. I might be wrong for her in every conceivable way, but she’s giving herself to me anyway, andI’m going to fucking take her.

Leni’s hands find my face when I’ve taken my place over her, her warm thighs wrapped around my hips and my arms braced at her sides. Our kiss is hot and frantic, and my tongue invades her mouth as I reach between us, gripping my shaft and guiding my tip to her slick entrance.

I press my damp forehead to hers, gazing down at her flushed cheeks and swollen lips, at her wide dark eyes and cute-as-fuck button nose, and I know that if I do this, I’ll never recover from her.

Leni’s sharp gasp splits the quiet of the room as I lower my hips, impaling her on my cock. I’ve never experienced anything close to this intense. I knew it would be good, but this? I don’t even have a word for what this is. The two orgasms did their job, allowing me to ease my way into her impossibly tight channel, inch by mind-blowing inch.

“There you go.” I nibble on her bottom lip, enjoying the burn of her nails digging into my shoulders and the promise of the marks they’ll leave behind. “You’re doing great, princess.”

She whines, her breath coming in shallow pants. “You’re such a prick.”

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