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No sooner do the words leave my mouth, than I’m filled with regret for asking them. Fear clutches at my chest. I’m afraid of what he might say. And more afraid to admit to myself what I’m starting to feel for him.
Kev tilts my face up to his. But when he opens his mouth to speak, I stop him. “No,” I say, quickly. “Don’t answer that. Forget I asked.”
“Because I want you, Isabel,” he says, ferocity in his gaze as he brings his mouth to mine and kisses me until I’m breathless. “More than anything. I want to claim every inch of you.”
Every inch of me.
The entire walk here was foreplay.
“I want you to have me,” I say.
I mean every word.
I want to give myself to him, completely and entirely.
I pull his shirt over his head, my eyes lingering on his muscular chest and his perfectly defined abdomen. My fingers trail over his arms, across the tattoo of the royal family crest that covers his sculpted bicep.
He’s a work of art. He’s absolutely fucking perfect.
He watches me, his lids heavy, letting out a groan under his breath when I undo his belt and strip him of his pants. When I’m on my knees, he growls. “Why do I like it so much when you’re down on your knees?”
I don’t answer. I run my hands over his muscular thighs, cupping his balls before wrapping my hand around his shaft and directing his cock toward my mouth. I’m practically salivating at the thought of having him in my mouth again. Running my tongue up the underside of his cock, I lick him, my tongue catching the tiniest drop of pre-cum that hangs from the tip of his head.
He’s salty-sweet, and I can’t think of anything that tastes better.
I wrap my lips around him, but only for a second before he’s pulling me to my feet, his voice gruff. “No,” he says. “That’s not what I want.”
I don’t ask what he wants.
I don’t have time to ask before he’s yanking my dress over my head. His mouth is on my neck, my breasts, my stomach, and then lower as he pulls the straps from the vibrator over my hips and tosses it to the side. Between my legs, my aching emptiness is distracting, my pussy throbbing as his warm breath wafts over me.
Kev brings me to the bed, pausing for a moment to look at me. All of his muscles are tensed, coiled like a wild animal. For the first time I can see a feral undertone, a fierce quality that all of his breeding can’t quite cover up. “Spread your legs for me,” he says, running his hand along the length of his cock as he watches me.
I spread my legs for him. I’m acutely aware of how wet I am for him, how completely and utterly needy.
My weight against the bed pushes the plug into my ass, and I know that I’m relaxed and ready for him there too. I run my palm over my stomach, sliding my fingers between my legs to touch my swollen clit.
“I need to taste you.” Kev speaks the words, laced with hunger, before putting his mouth between my legs to eat me greedily. This time, he doesn’t lick me slowly, exploring me with his tongue the way he’s done before. This time, he fucks me with his tongue, thrusting inside me as his hands grip my thighs and pull my hips up to meet his mouth.
When his hands slide around my ass cheeks, he warns me to relax, removing the plug slowly as he focuses on my clit. But I’m so distracted by his tongue, so heady from the nearness of my orgasm, I hardly notice as he pulls the plug from me.
Then it’s gone, and I’m only aware of emptiness. And I want to be filled up, more than anything else in the world right now. “I want you…there,” I whisper, unable to articulate the words.
“You’re sure,” he says, the question in his voice.
“I’m sure.”
“Say it.” He doesn’t wait for me to say it, though. He reaches for a bottle of lubricant.
“I want you to fuck me…there,” I say. “I want to feel your cock.”
“You want me to claim your ass,” he says, turning me over. His hands travel over my rear, followed by his lips, as he kisses and caresses his way across my cheeks.
“Yes.” I choke out the word. “I want you to claim me.”
I’ve never wanted to be claimed by anyone before. I’ve never wanted to belong to anyone. The very idea is ridiculous. Antiquated.
Except I want him to claim me.
