Page 25 of Krampus Kruk
“I’m jaded,” he barely makes out. “I know how it’s going to be before it happens. But you … you’re a mystery. Averyinteresting one.”
I smile, leaning against him more as I tilt my chin up to meet his gaze.
“Beautiful,” he mouths.
I close my eyes, smiling, soaking in this man’s affection, the heat of this shower, the way he’s touching my body. His fingers slowly pump in and out of me as his thumb makes firm circles over my clit.
“Let go,” he breathes into my ear as his touch hardens. “Give me complete control.”
I exhale through my nose, not protesting a single ounce. I want to let go. I want to give in. I want to come again.
My heart rate spikes, and I nearly panic when I can’t take a full breath. Maybe I’m a fucking idiot, and this strange man will kill me now, or maybe this is going to be the best orgasm of my life. One or the other is going to happen. As I breathe in rapid, shallow breaths, my mind and body are at odds. I’m rolling the dice, hoping it’s the latter.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, deep and low. “Give yourself to me.”
I stop breathing to focus on everything else. When he kisses my forehead, I fucking convulse, my legs nearly giving out. His arm presses me into him, clutching me against his body as he keeps fingering me. Then, he releases my neck, and I sharplyinhale, feeling both dizzy and euphoric. My vision is spotty as I open my eyes and come back down to Earth.What a wild orgasm.It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, out of body.
“Baby girl,” he grumbles, sounding satisfied.
Everything is still, peaceful. This fantasy just keeps unfolding, and all I know is that I want more.
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Iflick the shower handle, cutting off the water. My mind’s still racing. She keeps giving herself to me. Submitting. Obeying. That choke—she took it fully. She didn’t flinch. Her shoulders didn’t even rise. And she came while gasping for air. Fuck. My cock jerks just thinking about it.
I step out and grab two towels. One goes around my waist; the other, I hold open for her. She walks into it without a word.
I wrap it tight around her shoulders and kiss her damp neck. Then, I tilt her chin and inspect the marks—my fingerprints are visible across her throat.
Mine.I love to claim, to see the marks.
I drag the towel down her body as I dry her. A bite mark is darkening on her shoulder, faint bruises on her ass.
She’s so quiet.
“How are you feeling, baby girl?” I ask, checking in, nearly missing her sass.
A soft smile blooms on her lips. “Great.”
“Good.” I slide the towel from her body and let my eyes roam. “You want my scent for tomorrow?” I ask, desperately wanting to claim her in this way too.
She nods with a whispered, “Yes.”
I wrap the towel around her hair and squeeze the water from her ends. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve heard in a long time.” I release her towel from my grip, and it hits the floor as my thumb strokes her cheekbone. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she whispers, smiling ear to ear.
That smile, that voice—I need her. To fuck her. To feel her. To continue to unravel the mystery that is Morgan Smith.
I dip low, gripping her thighs and lifting her easily. She wraps around me, kissing me hard as I carry her to the bed.
“I’ve never been choked like that before,” she murmurs between kisses.
“So … you’ve never been choked.”
“I guess not,” she laughs breathily. “That’s the only time I’ve ever really … lost air.”
“Did you like it?”
