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In a second, I feel him approach, his rapid breath burning my skin,
and soon his knees touch the floor behind me. His firm hands grip my
thighs, then my buttocks, exploring with a possession that makes me
shiver.
Suddenly, I feel his tongue at my entrance, exploring my hole with
such hunger. I don’t care about holding back my moans–fuck
whoever is listening, I want him. I need him.
“Adrian… ah, fuck!” The moan escapes raw and involuntary when I
feel his tongue invading me, deep, exploring every part of me.
My hands grip the edge of the table with force, my knuckles turning white. Pleasure courses through me in waves, climbing my spine like
electricity.
He continues to taste me, slow and perverse, his tongue entering,
retreating, and returning with more firmness. My moans grow, echoing through the space, uncontrolled. When I feel his lips descending to my testicles, licking, sucking, I almost lose my breath.
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Suddenly, a finger invades along with the tongue, sliding deep, and a
hoarse moan explodes from my throat.
“F–Fuck…”
Another finger joins in, bolder, more precise, pressing exactly on that
spot that makes my entire body shudder. The pleasure takes over
completely, tearing sounds from me I never thought I’d make.
“Adrian…” My voice comes out almost like a plea, thick with lust and
desperation. “I fucking need you.”
He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to. His silence is as deafening as
my own moans.
I feel him stand up behind me, the heat of his body enveloping me
like a burning prison. His lips touch the back of my neck, spreading
slow kisses that travel down my back.
Between every kiss, a bite. Between every bite, his tongue is sliding,
leaving marks, spreading shivers that make me gasp out loud.
I feel the tip of his hardness brush against me, and my entire body recoils by instinct. Tension lashes through me like a whip, but Adrian’s lips stay on my neck–soft, spreading kisses that dissolve the fear and turn it into something hot, almost addictive.
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He enters me slowly at first, pressing in, and the air vanishes from my lungs. I bite my lips until I taste blood, but then his hand firmly grips my face, turning me, and his mouth falls onto mine. The kiss is calm,
deep, and sensual–an invitation to surrender.
I resist. But only for a moment.
The instant I relax, he takes advantage, pushing deep, all the way, to the hilt. A moan explodes from my throat, muffled against his mouth, and he kisses me deeper, as if he wants to swallow my reaction, as if he wants to drink every sound torn from me.
When he pulls back, I see the insane glint in his eyes before his hands tighten hard around my waist. Then the rhythm begins. Hard. Raw.
Savage.
The table creaks with the impact; my body vibrates with every thrust that rips hoarse, uncontrollable moans from me, stripped of any
pride.
“Fuck, love…” he groans between movements, his breath heavy against my ear. “I never thought you’d take the initiative… You don’t know how happy this makes me. God… you have no idea…”
With every word he speaks, he goes deeper, faster, and more violent.
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Suddenly, Adrian grabs my leg and hoists it up, bracing it firmly on
the table. The shift in angle wrenches a louder moan from me that I
can’t control.
He accelerates. Wild. Every thrust is dead–on and brutal, hitting that
godforsaken spot over and over again until I see stars. The pleasure
builds so fast I feel my body losing itself, surrendering without
defense.
His embrace traps me, as if he wants to fuse me to his own body. I feel
his cock pulsing inside me, every thrust tearing through me with
pleasure.
“A–Adrian…” My cry comes out broken, desperate.
My head falls back, my eyes squeeze shut, and the climax hits me like
a lightning bolt. I moan loudly, collapsing, my cum splashing hot over
the table, making a mess without control.
In the same instant, he bites my shoulder hard, leaving the mark of
his madness engraved on me, and with one final deep movement, he
explodes inside. The heat fills me, throbbing, his panting breath
against my neck mixing with my own ragged air,
The world seems silent for a moment, only the sound of our heavy
breathing echoing in the space.
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Suddenly, Adrian grabs me tight and flips me over to face him, laying
my body on the table without giving me time to catch my breath. In
one swift motion, he’s back inside, filling me at once, and he rips a
hoarse moan from me, my head tossed back.
He leans down, takes my nipple into his mouth, and sucks hard-
biting, licking, and sucking as if he wants to mark it forever. I feel
every thrust surge through my entire body, the indecent sounds
echoing through the room.
Adrian folds my legs against my chest, the angle brutal, impaling me
so deep that a scream escapes my throat–I can’t hold it back. The
pleasure comes in waves, fierce, and before I realize it, I come again,
hot and uncontrolled, staining my own stomach.
He laughs against my skin, that insane laugh that drives me even
crazier. His gaze is locked on me, a sickly mixture of devotion and
desire, so intense it nearly destroys me.
“So beautiful…” he moans, breathless, sucking on my skin. “Fuck, love,
you’re so beautiful… so perfect…”
His hardness pulses inside me, throbbing as if it’s going to explode
any second. He moves his kisses down, bites my shin, licks it hard,
and goes back to wrecking me with heavy thrusts.
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.
