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Lorenzo leaned back on the couch, an intense, dark look covering his face.

Krystal glanced toward the door—it was locked. Darren was out for the night, and she was alone. Before she could breathe, she felt a hand slip around her waist from behind. A heavy weight pressed against her back, and a warm head settled where her shoulder met her neck. She barely breathed as his body molded to hers, possession wrapping her in its heat.

“Don’t run from me anymore,” he breathed against her skin, kisses trailing from her shoulder to her neck and up to her ear.

Chapter 21 You Still Want More

“You should go back home…” she barely whispered, knees weakening at the raw need in his voice.

Suddenly, his body vanished from behind her. Then, strong hands slid under her knees, lifting her completely off the ground.

“What are you doing?!” she shouted, clutching his neck, afraid she’d fall.

He carried her to the dining table. Her hips just barely touched the surface, but she wasn’t seated—he held full control over her body.

He leaned in again and crushed his lips onto hers again, tongue diving in deep. The kiss was ravenous, urgent. She could barely draw breath as his mouth demanded hers, every touch stoking the fire between them.

His hands slid to her hips, gripping her inner thighs and forcing them wider. Her soft channel was coated with wetness, welcoming him.

“Mmhhhhmmmm…” she whimpered into the kiss, trying to pull back for air.

But Lorenzo wouldn’t relent. His lips and tongue sucked every drop of nectar from her mouth, mixing it with his own as if starving for her essence. When she neared fainting, he finally broke the kiss—his mouth sliding down to her cheek, then the side of her neck before locking onto her nipple, sucking through the thin silk of her nighty.

“Haaahhhhhhhh...” Krystal whimpered, her voice trembling. Her breasts were already so sensitive that every stroke of his tongue felt like a thousand ants crawling over her nipple. The wetness only made the sensation more intense.

One of Lorenzo’s hands released her hip and slid up, pulling the silk nighty higher until it slipped off, tossed aside carelessly. His palm instantly found her heavy breast, cradling it like precious weight. He pinched the nipple between his first two fingers, rolling it, rubbing, expertly making her shiver under his touch.

He bit the small, soft bud hard with his teeth while stroking it with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, his other hand—still gripping her hip and inner thigh—slid closer to her wet channel, caressing it with feather-light touches.

His touch was delicate enough to tease her, coaxing more wetness from her little hole. Tingling her clit, his fingers sent shivers rippling down her entire body, starting from the nerves ignited by his touch.

Krystal tried to push them away, placing her hands on their shoulders, but Lorenzo's grip on her held firm, capturing her without mercy.

Lorenzo pulled his head back and caressed her soft nipple with his finger, staring at her intently. He licked his lips with hunger. Her breasts were so beautiful he wanted to devour them whole.

His eyes dropped to where his hand was teasing her folds while his finger grazed her nipple. Her clit was bright red and swollen, and her cunt was dripping wet.

He left her breast and slid a hand up to grip her jaw, tilting her head upward so she would meet his gaze.

“Just stay still for me for a minute,” Lorenzo whispered softly, his mouth brushing hers.

Krystal was so disoriented from everything happening to her that for several seconds, she couldn’t even process his words.

“M—h—huh?”

He lifted her effortlessly into his arms, the heat of her body pressing against his as he carried her to the bedroom. Every step was deliberate, fueled by an impatient hunger that coursed through his veins. When he set her down gently on the bed, the soft sheets tangled around her.

Lorenzo’s hands slid over her hips, fingers curling around the waistband of her panties. With a sharp tug, he pulled them down her legs in one smooth motion, the cool air instantly brushing over her heated skin. He parted her legs wide, exposing her bare, trembling flesh to him—vulnerable, raw, and utterly his.

His breath hitched as he bent down, tongue darting. He traced her delicate skin, teasing, tasting—each flick sending shivers rippling through her core.

Krystal’s eyes flew open, wide with shock and desire, the first touch igniting a wildfire beneath her skin. Electricity seemed to surge through her veins, setting every nerve on edge.

“Ahhhh…” she moaned softly, her voice breaking like waves crashing in the night.

Her head arched back, resting against bed as she gave herself over to the sensations consuming her.

“Aaahh… aaah… ahhhh…” she moaned, her cries sharp and raw, echoing around the room and out into the quiet darkness beyond.

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