"Perfekt," I murmur.
I drop to my knees in front of her.
The marble is cold and hard beneath me but I don't care. Nothing matters except her.
I position her thighs over my shoulders, lifting carefully. Make sure I'm supporting her weight with my body, my shoulders taking the burden so there's no strain on her arms, no pressure on her wrists.
Then I put my mouth on her.
She cries out, the sound sharp and shocked and desperate. Her thighs tighten around my head, trembling.
I work her with my tongue, my lips, learning what makes her gasp and what makes her moan. She's wet and sweet and responsive, her body telling me everything I need to know.
I focus on her clit, circling and sucking until her breathing goes ragged.
She comes hard. Shaking. My name falling from her lips like a prayer. "Erion. Oh god, Erion."
I stand, my knees protesting slightly. Position her legs around my waist, holding her weight easily. Press her back against the wall beside the railing.
Free myself with one hand, my cock so hard it's almost painful.
Line up. Press just the tip inside.
Hold there.
She whimpers. Tries to push down. Take more. Her hips rolling, seeking.
"Please," she begs, and the sound goes straight to my cock. "Erion, please. I need you."
I thrust in. Hard. All the way. No gentleness. No restraint.
She screams, the sound echoing through the empty villa.
I fuck her the way I've wanted to from the first moment I saw her standing in Luan's apartment looking soft and sweet and completely out of place.
Hard. Deep. Taking what I need. What she's giving me.
I pinch her nipples between my fingers, rolling and tugging until she gasps. Bite them, leaving marks that will last. Claiming her in a way that's primitive and possessive.
"You'd look amazing with clamps," I tell her, my voice rough with need. "Right here. Holding these pretty nipples tight while I fuck you. Would you like that,dashuri? Would you wear them for me?"
She moans. Nods frantically. "Yes. Yes."
I press my thumb to her clit. Rub circles in time with my thrusts.
She comes again, her body clenching around me so tight I see stars.
I follow. Can't hold back anymore. Come hard inside her, my vision whiting out, pleasure ripping through me like lightning.
We're both breathing heavy. She's limp against me, boneless and satisfied.
I kiss her. Soft this time. Gentle. A contrast to everything that came before. While she comes down from the high, while her breathing evens out and her body stops trembling.
I reach up. Undo the belt with careful fingers. Catch her wrists as they fall, holding them gently. Massage the skin there, checking for any marks, any damage.
There's some redness but nothing serious. Nothing that won't fade quickly.
"Are you okay?" I need to hear it. Need confirmation that I didn't push too far, that she's still with me, that this was good for her.
