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"Looking."

"Don't fucking stop."

"I'll stop when I like." I lower my head and lick her once, lazily, and her whole body jerks. "You've had four years of a man who didn't know what he was doing down here. I'm not rushing this."

I run my whole mouth alongside her sex and inhale sharply. Then I start licking her again, slower this time, two fingers moving in her and my tongue on her clit until her heels are skidding against the concrete and her hands are fisted in my hair hard enough to hurt. She's saying my name over and over in a voice I'll be hearing on my deathbed. Right at the top, right when she's there, I take my mouth away and just hold my fingers still inside her.

"Laszlo."

"Yes, ma macabre."

"I hate you."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you to finish."

"Finish what?"

She glares at me down the length of her body, and I've never been so hard in my life, not even with my fists in Charles's face.

"Make me come."

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

A long, furious breath. "Please. Please make me come, you fucking psychopath."

"There she is."

I turn her over.

She gasps as her palms slap the concrete, and I take my jacket and pad it under her knees, because I'm a considerate man and because I want her here for a while. Then I put my hands on her ass and spread her open to take in all of her. Her pussy glistening, swollen from my mouth. The delectable, tight little pucker above it...

"Laszlo, what are you..."

I spit on her. Right there. She goes rigid all over, and I lean in and lick it into her, slow circles of my tongue around her ass while I slide two fingers back into her pussy. She moans, loud, at length.

"Oh my God. Oh my God, you can't..."

"I can." I do it again. She's shaking. Her forehead drops to the concrete. "You've got a beautiful ass, Manon. I've thought about it every single day for seven years, and now I've got my tongue in it and you're dripping down my hand, so I'd say we're both having a good day."

I work her like that until she's pushing back against my face, and then I bring my thumb up, wet with her juices, and press it against her ass. She whines and I push it in, just the tip, just enough, while my mouth goes back down to her clit from behind.

"No. No, no, no..."

"Your hips say yes." I fuck her with my fingers and my thumb together, my tongue on her clit, and she's grinding back onto all of it. I take her right up to the edge one more time, until she's sobbing into the crook of her arm, then I stop.

She actually screams. Not with pleasure but rage.

"I am going to kill you. I am going to kill you with my own hands, Laszlo Novak. I swear to God..."

"Are you on birth control, ma macabre?" I ask.

I know the answer. I could name the pharmacy and the refill schedule. As much as I'd love to put a baby in her, that's her decision to make first. I have principles. They're just arranged unusually.

"Yes. Yes, I'm on the fucking pill. Will you..."

I turn her onto her back again. I want to see her face for this. I've waited seven years to be inside her, and I am not going to spend the first time looking at the back of her head.