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What will I do without that scent and his touch?

What will I do when I leave and these moments become nothing but memories?

The intrusive thoughts make me kiss him harder and clutch his shirt. He notices and inches away to gaze down at me.

The glint in his eyes suggests he thinks my response is because I want him just as badly as he wants me. He’s not wrong. He just can’t see the other pieces of the puzzle.

I’m already breathless from the kiss, but when he parts my legs and his hand creeps down my waist and descends further, down between my thighs, the remaining air in my lungs evaporates.

A stroke of his finger across the seam of my panties sends a flood of wetness streaming from my pussy. He can feel it through the cotton. A sinful grin slides across his lips.

“Good girl, already wet for me. What heinous things would you like your husband to do to you today?”

He presses his thumb against my clit and follows up with a series of featherlight strokes that stop my breathing altogether.

“Waiting for your answer, malyshka.”

What, he expects me to talk? And what the hell should I say?

I draw in a gulp of air and try to speak. “I…”

Stroke, stroke. “Yes. Go on, tell me…”

The wicked villain, he’s smiling down at me, enjoying watching what he’s doing to me.

“I…”

More strokes. More smiles. “Let me help you out.” He leans in and licks my cheek. “You like this. Me playing with your pussy. Don’t you?”

“Yesss,” I manage.

His fingers glide up to my breasts and he squeezes them through my top. “You like this, too, don’t you?” He squeezes once more, running his fingers over my already tight nipples.

My head tips back and I moan, arching into his caress. “Yes.”

“Okay, let’s start here.” Lev’s bright eyes darken, as he tweaks my nipples. “These are begging for my tongue.”

He lifts my top over my head and takes off my bra, exposing my breasts, then his hands are back on them, squeezing and rolling my nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

Leaning down, he traces across the top of my breast with the tip of his tongue, leaving me breathless all over again. Then his mouth closes over my left nipple and he sucks.

A burst of pleasure courses through my body, flowing down into my core.

He sucks in as much of my breast as fits in his mouth and swirls his tongue around and around, ramping up the pleasure building within me.

He releases me, and a feral look flashes in his eyes as he crouches down and slides my panties off. At least this time, they remain intact and I can use them again.

“Now for my favorite meal.”

I just about manage to catch a breath before he pushes my legs wider, then his mouth is between my legs.

I brace myself against the table as his tongue licks into me, and oh my God, I can already feel my orgasm rising. The spikes pulse in time with his tongue, pushing ripples of pleasure through my nerves.

He sucks hard on my clit, then fucks me with his tongue.

Muscles and body shaking, I come straightaway, embracing the sweet pleasure that invades my blood.

Lev licks me, his tongue lapping over my clit as he takes in every drop of my arousal.