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Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

N ikolay

My resolve sucked.

That was a teenage boy way of looking at my ridiculous behavior, spitting danger in the eye. I'd taken significant risks by just tasting Chantel, something I should be regretting.

But I wasn't.

Inhaling the scent of strawberries and a hint of saltwater left me breathless.

My desire was off the charts.

I pulled her even closer, sliding my hand down her back, cupping her buttocks. I even lifted her off her feet, savoring every second of her being in my arms. As I swept my tongue inside, she mewed into the kiss, easing one arm over my shoulder to tangle her fingers in my hair, tugging as if making a point.

Forbidden?

Fuck, yes.

A moment of losing my mind?

No doubt.

Did I care any longer?

The answer was an easy ‘hell, no.' Yes, I'd eventually face the wrath of my brother but that wasn't now. Now I was simply taking what I wanted.

What belonged to me.

She swung her leg around my thigh, her possessive hold making me inwardly smile. I spun her around in a full circle, the kiss becoming a sheer wildfire threatening to consume us. I could spend hours exploring every inch of her body, kissing her luscious skin before devouring her but right now, both our needs were too intense.

And true or false, time seemed of the essence.

I continued to consume her mouth for a few seconds, breaking the kiss by using my thumb to lift her chin. My breath was as flaming hot as my crazed libido. I blew across her mouth and chin before raking first my teeth from one side of her jaw to the other, then my tongue.

She squirmed in my hold, moaning as she clenched her eyes closed. When she started fighting with my shirt, I didn't stop her.

A laugh almost formed as I realized I was grateful I'd removed my jacket. It was close, my weapon tucked inside, but we were safe with men standing outside.

Nothing and no one was going to bother us.

Damn it.

After sucking on her bottom lip, both of us making animalistic noises, I pulled away enough to rip off what she was wearing, barely resisting tearing it like a true beast. Seeing her voluptuous naked body again made me feel like a teenage boy. Of all the beautiful women I'd toyed with, the few I'd spent some intimate time with, only this incredible creature had activated a need so strong, I felt like a predator.

A very possessive man.

You bet I was used to getting everything I wanted. She had no choice but to surrender entirely.

I wasn't so lucky with the vixen being gentle in trying to find her prize. The glee in her eyes as she ripped my shirt, popping buttons everywhere created a slight wave of levity.

But our hunger, our need to share our combined passion returned in a flash. She fumbled with my belt buckle, yanking so hard she jerked me forward. As soon as it was undone, she dropped to her knees with purpose in mind.

I threw my head back as she yanked down my trousers, being just as forceful as I wanted to be. Oh, hell, yes. That would come in time. Now completely naked, I felt like pounding my chest as if I was Tarzan. Between the sounds she made, and the way her long hair brushed across my skin, I was lost in a haze of lust.

Chantel lightly brushed the tips of her long fingers up from my calves, pressing kisses every few inches. Every muscle in my body was tense, my mind blown as she took her time. She knew me almost as well as I knew her body. But dear God, I wanted to learn everything about her.

Her likes and dislikes.

Her needs and wants.

Hell, I wanted to make her favorite foods. Even though I'd kill the dish. I wiped my jaw, trying to keep from shaking like some fool.

Until she reached my cock. Like a hungry little witch, she wrapped one hand around the base of my shaft, taking a few seconds to tease me as only she could do. The tiny puffs of air she issued, the way she flicked one finger across my testicles was enough to drive a man wild.

When she was bratty enough to continue, I'd finally had enough, gripping both sides of her head.

"You are bad. That's not a good idea any longer," I breathed, no longer able to recognize my voice.

She giggled when still between my legs, finally dragging her tongue back and forth across my slit. Somehow, she was able to make everything more sensitive. And she was blowing my mind.

"Open that mouth. Now."

The way she glanced up at me was as if she knew she had full control.

For now.

I finally closed my eyes as soon as she did, engulfing the tip. I continued to hold her firmly, doing my best not to force my cock against the back of her mouth. But damn, it was tough. Even the way she was rolling my balls between her fingers added pressure to the moment, pre-cum already leaking. As soon as she had her mouth fully engaged, taking me down a couple of inches, I lost all sense of control.

I drove the entire length of my shaft into her mouth, knowing that between how hot her mouth was and how wet, I'd lose it if I wasn't careful.

That couldn't happen. I needed to be inside of her.

Soon.

Chantel swirled her tongue back and forth, not backing away from the fact I was pumping her mouth full of my male needs. Fucking her mouth was sheer delight. I pumped hard and fast, sweat beading across my forehead.

Until I couldn't take it any longer. If I waited, I would fill her mouth and throat with my cum.

I wasn't gentle, lifting and almost tossing her body onto the island. Even though it was obvious she'd cleaned the kitchen, there were still some items left on the surface.

No longer.

What was left I raked off, including the towel holder and container holding spatulas.

"Shush. You'll wake Damien," she said in a hushed but chastising voice.

I was a wild tease myself, reaching down quickly and grabbing her soaked panties. "Then I guess I'll need to keep you quiet." Without hesitation, I used the slight opportunity as she opened her mouth to protest to shove the crimson lace into her mouth.

She rolled her eyes in her usual bratty girl style and all it did was fuel me even more. Without hesitation, I reached into one of the drawers, feeling for and finding what I was looking for. There was something even more special about gathering her legs into my arms, spreading her wide open to suit my needs.

Her pussy was glistening, her clit already swollen and pretty in pink. But I planned on making it even pinker.

But before, I planned on reminding her that often pain was needed with pleasure. Did that make me a sadist? Maybe, but I sensed she could handle anything I was able to dole out. I twirled the wooden spoon, giddy from the way her eyes opened wide. And when I brought the implement down against her pussy lips, even through the makeshift gag, her moans were deep and ragged.

After a single hard crack, I had to issue another.

And another.

Six was enough to enflame her tissue slightly. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her in any way. I immediately dropped my head, soothing her by feasting.

She writhed and moaned in my hold, pitching her arms down, one hand fisting my hair while she batted air with the other. I watched her every move until I became far too consumed, eating her out as if she was the only food left on this earth.

I licked her furiously and alternately sucked on her clit. There was something special about the way she was bumping up and down on the counter. She even managed to push her body enough that her head fell over the opposite edge.

Refusing to let go, I finally yanked her back into position, thrusting my tongue and several fingers inside. As I pumped, I lifted my head once, licking sweet juice off my lips. But in true fashion to the sadist I was, I smacked her pussy and the crack of her sweet ass with the spoon. I did so love the way she moaned.

That was enough.

For now.

I returned to feasting, taking my time to savor the flavor, this time like peaches and cream. It wasn't long until her body went stiff. She jerked her head up, her eyes completely dilated. An orgasm rushed through her and it was a beautiful sight to see. But I was far too greedy, my need to taste her far outweighing the desire to watch her convulse.

One climax seemed to turn into another, and I felt like some beast needing to ravage her.

When she sighed through the gag, I rose to a standing position, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. She turned her head, staring at me as she reached out with both arms. I took the hint. Who was I kidding? She was mine and as such, I wanted to fuck her every day.

Now, I would.

The thought was wicked inside and I yanked her butt off the edge of the counter, the height just perfect for me to drive my cock inside.

She screamed over the gag, no longer fearful of Damien hearing us.

Or anyone else for that matter.

I pumped long and hard, straining to keep myself from erupting deep inside of her. I was on the balls of my feet, my knees slamming against the counter.

And I couldn't care less.

Sweat beaded down both sides of my face, eventually dripping off on her luscious body. She finally acquiesced, rubbing the salty beads all over her breasts. I was mesmerized by the simple action.

Including the fact she pinched and twisted her own nipples.

Seconds passed.

Minutes.

I could barely see straight. I definitely couldn't think clearly. I was just reacting on my instinct and hunger, like any beast would.

But I enjoyed every aspect of her, every hole. Why not make a strong point. As if she hadn't already figured that out. Her body responded to mine so well that when I whisked her off the counter, turning her over onto her stomach, she only flailed her arms, knocking the last thing left on the counter onto the floor.

A wooden bowl of fruit.

Without hesitation, I did two things. I drove my cock back inside her sweet pussy and I snapped the wooden spoon against her backside as I'd done before, peppering her delicate skin with slight crimson touches.

But as was typical with me, that wasn't enough. After making certain my cock was slickened from her sweet juice, I didn't hesitate to push the tip of my shaft into her dark hole.

There was something just as sweet about taking her in her third hole as when I'd fucked her before, perhaps more so this time. I was careful, plunging an inch at a time until I was fully seated inside.

She jerked up from the counter, pressing her palms against the surface.

Taking her here at this moment was even hotter than I could imagine. I remained like some animal, consuming her brutally. She didn't seem to care. The beautiful soul was exactly what I needed.

And more.

I was pounding so hard, but it wasn't louder than the rapid thudding of my heart. But as with all good things, it had to come to an end. I finally lost all control, erupting deep inside. The satisfaction was even more exciting, my soul cleansed.

If I didn't know better, I'd say she'd become my salvation.

If that was possible.

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