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His lips suck the life out of mine as I figure out what I’m supposed to be doing. My lips are closed as he eats my face and blink, cursing the heavens for not knowing how to kiss.

“Open.” He urges but I’m too confounded to make sense of it. “Open your mouth, malyshka.” He tries again.

His tongue probes my lips, poking, forcing me to part them and I do with a moan, prompting him to slide his tongue in with no warning and I take what he gives.

My grip tightens around his brown strands as I let out another unabashed moan free causing him to chuckle around my mouth before he licks every reachable corner of my mouth.

My brain is a puddle, and I’m sinking.

I love sinking.

My eyes closed, my mouth full and my brain empty.

“Oh!” I whimper when he sucks so hard, I feel my soul leaving my body. “Mhmm…”

“Ah, fuck.” Sergei groans, his hand trailing down from my neck, sensually grazing my breasts and I fight back a shiver.

He splays them on my waist, pressing me against the window. His fingers fisting the thick fabric, bunching it, trying to remove it.

But he stops.

He slows the kiss, instead of his angry assault, he’s more careful all of a sudden.

“Ser—” I try to speak but he eats my words. He’s everywhere, his hands wandering, roaming all over my body. His tongue clashing with mine, pulling me into him as if distance itself offends him.

I place my hands on his chest and push him away with all my might. “Let me breathe.” I tell him after taking a huge inhale of air.

“Okay.” He gives a curt nod.

I’m gasping for air when he comes for me again.

“I needed to see what your giggle tastes like.” And his lips lands on mine again.

My entire body is vibrating with lust; this isn’t a feeling I have ever come across before. I’m floating and drowning and then I’m floating again.

“Fuck, Elara.” His voice drips with familiar desire, one clashing with my own. “You taste like heaven, malyshka. I want to eat you.”

I chuckle around his mouth at that.

“Every.” He presses a soft kiss. “Fucking.” And another. “Inch.” And one more.

I moan again when he licks my lower lip, grazing his teeth this time before taking it in his mouth.

I don’t even realise I’m grinding myself against his thighs, my clothes dishevelled, my pussy throbbing with desire as something inside me burns.

His scent, his touch, his voice, everything is clouding my judgment, a moment of weakness, one I cannot afford.

He’s a man and he will ruin me. I was stupid enough to follow him to his house without a protest but kissing him means I’ve lost my grip on sanity entirely.

I admit I was tired, hungry and drained yesterday unable to put a fight against him, but what excuse do I have now?

I was only curious; I’m not attracted to him. I cannot be.

Creating some distance between us again, I finally inhale without breathing his intoxicating scent, regaining a semblance of calm.

His thigh grazes my sensitive pussy as he takes a step back and my eyes roll to the back of my head, leaning on the glass window for support.

“Sergei.” My voice low.