Page 75 of Fake Fae-Ancée

"You have to stop me," he repeated, more urgent this time. His face hovered close over mine, his lips brushed mine. "If you don't..."

It went unsaid, but I knew.

"I won’t." My own voice was just a hoarse whisper, thick with want.

A growl rolled from the depth of his throat.

"You'll hate me afterwards."

"No more than you hate me."

His eyes narrowed.

"How many more times,little star?" His thumb was on my lower lip, pressing it down with gentle force. His amber gaze hung on it with a mixture of fascination and greed, and a shiver of pleasure trickled down my spine. "I don't hate you."

His thumb ran along my lip, pressing, savoring, and the thoughts swirling in my mind fell silent.

No way I could stop this.

I nibbed at the tip of his thumb. His breath hitched as I caught it between my incisors. Licked.

"Fuck..." was all he uttered, gaze holding mine as I sucked in his thumb up to the knuckle and laved, savoring his earthy taste.

He swooped down, kissing the base of my throat.

"I'm going to eat you up now..."

He traveled further down. Licked. Kissed. I felt the hint of a bite against my collarbone that made me wince, his thumb all delicious pressure on my tongue.

His hand disappeared from my mouth and before I could protest, he grabbed my shirt with both hands and yanked. The fabric had no chance, tore with a ripping sound. The violent impact made me gasp, sudden coldness hit my naked, sweaty skin.

"Hey, not the-"

With another yank, he shredded my bra. I gave a yelp, a little because that had been one of my favorite bras. Not that there was much to fill it with in the first place. Yuri didn’t care, obviously, that he just destroyed my clothes again, nor that I wasn’t that blessed in the boob department. Diving down, he gave a broad lick across my left nipple. I groaned.

"I love your taste." His deep voice hummed against me as he sucked my breast into his mouth, eliciting another whimper from me. His other hand, big, rough, caught my other breast in a bruising squeeze.

"Mine…" A deeper rumble still, resonating within me, tugging at that squishy, raw ache I had buried deep inside and shielded from everyone. Knowing that nobody wanted me, not really, not like this. He did. Devouring, lapping, kissing, making my nipples achingly hard and my insides clench against nothing.

No-one had ever wanted me like he did...

Growling, he traced kisses down my belly, sank further down. Low. Tugging at the seam of my pants.

"So many clothes," he muttered, pushing himself up and away from me. I gasped as he kneeled, gripping the black fabric with both hands.

"Yuri, no-" I warned, but too late. He yanked again and shredded my sweatpants in half. Ripped the fabric from my legs, a feral glint in his eyes. As if all this couldn't happen fast enough for him.

I shivered as he towered over me, throwing the rags of fabric away, looking down on me with that untamed hunger in his eyes. Heat rushed through me like a wave, my heart hammering in my chest.

I was gone. Kai was gone. Neither my signature devil-may-care grin nor my big mouth could help me here. Yuri would not be intimidated. Yuri would not be scared away. Yuri had seen through me on day one. Had pierced the many layers that surrounded me with a single glance, and recognized me as I was — small and insignificant.

And that's how I lay before him now. Exposed. Defenseless. Like an offering. Scared and at the same time turned on beyond belief.

"I think about it all the time," he said lowly.

"What do you mean?" My voice was tiny. Trembling.

He bent down, lifted my left leg, gently cradled my calf in his large palm.

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