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His hands explore my waist, sliding slowly across my back, descending to my hips. The simple contact triggers an uncomfortable, addictive tingling that makes me press my mouth harder against his.
He bites my bottom lip, and when he pulls away slowly, I feel my
whole body react, tense muscles begging for more.
It’s unbearable. With every movement of his inside my mouth, my body contradicts itself: my mind screams to keep its distance, but my skin craves to fuse with his. And when he sucks my tongue again, with that possessive calm, I feel my legs weaken, as if they were losing part of the strength I still try to pretend I have.
I sink my hand into his wet hair, pulling his head to the angle I want, dominating the rhythm. He doesn’t resist. He accepts my control, as if it were natural, as if he wanted to let me prove that, at least in the kiss, I can still be the master of something.
His breath mixes with mine–hot, panting, urgent. Between one kiss and another, I brush my nose against his, feeling the heat of his skin, and I realize how dangerous this proximity is. Because, somehow, it starts to not be about strength or submission anymore. It feels… like
wanting.
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A wanting that burns me from the inside.
I let out a hoarse murmur against his mouth, unable to pull away,
even though I know I should. The kiss continues, slower now, as if
savoring every detail of the other: the taste, the texture, and the
breath. And when Adrian caresses my beard with his thumb, keeping
his mouth glued to mine, I feel a tightness in my chest that has
nothing to do with lust.
It’s fear.
It’s surrender.
It’s too dangerous.
But I can’t stop.
We pull apart only because of the lack of air. The sound of heavy
breathing mixes with the noise of the water hitting the tiles. As the kiss breaks, my eyes fix on his. His lips are red, swollen, and wet–al
sinful temptation that makes me want to go back and devour him.
Without thinking, I raise my hand and rub my thumb over that
marked mouth. Adrian stares at me in silence, his eyes shimmering
with lust. The way he looks at me… as if I were something divine, as
if I were the most beautiful thing that ever existed. I feel the heat rise
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in my face; a strange embarrassment washes over me, and I almost
look away.
But I don’t have time. He moves.
Adrian kneels before me. The shock paralyzes me for an instant. He
does nothing but open his mouth, staring at me with that hungry
glint, and I understand: he is letting me decide.
The scene is pornographic, far too intense. A knot forms in my throat,
and I almost swallow a groan. My mind screams to stop, but my body
is already lost. I move forward, guiding my hardness against his
warm, wet mouth.
The shock of the heat makes me let out a hoarse grunt. He doesn’t
look away for a single moment; he stares up at me as if this were
adoration. This insane surrender, this devoted gaze, is like fire in my
veins.
I slide deeper, feeling his soft throat envelop me. Every inch is an
invitation to delirium. Adrian rests his hands on my thighs, firm, and
slowly slides them up until they reach my buttocks. He doesn’t squeeze–I know he remembers the marks, the bruises that still burn
–but he pushes, encouraging me, asking.
He wants me to be rough.
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Just like last time.
This boy is crazy.
Utterly insane.
And, hell, it excites me more than it should.
Without thinking, I thrust my fingers into his hair and begin to guide
his movements. At first, I go slowly, savoring every second, every
tremor of the hot, wet mouth surrounding my cock.
But it doesn’t take long for the pleasure to swallow me whole. His
tongue plays at the tip, tearing hoarse moans from me that I can no
longer hold back.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
