Czar Gregovivk Part 7
My head snaps back and I lean close to her shoulder. I bite her neck, my hand clasped around her waist, and I take her with me as my body slowly falls to the side, taking us to the ground. I pull her to me and put my leg over hers, pressing her body tightly against mine. My nose nuzzles her hair and I take a deep breath. My hand firmly on her waist keeps her close, caressing her skin slowly.
“Say my name again…” I ask, softly, in her ear, wanting to hear her say my name again.
Her face turns over her shoulder, as she looks at me with her black eyes, full of sweetness and sin.
“Czar.” The little bird sucks me in with its black eyes, damning my soul. “Czar, my lord.” The air rushes like gasoline into my lungs, my chest swelling, a new sensation consuming me at the sound of her voice.
“Are you sure you want to use that word, ‘my’ little bird?” — My hand reaches up and I cup her face, keeping her looking at me.
“My bogeyman,” she murmurs and closes her eyes, bringing her hand over mine to her face and caressing it.
“My Mabel, my little wild bird…” I run my eyes over her face, knowing that my possession of her will be complete. “My submissive!”
“Yes, I’m yours…” She smiles and sighs, rubbing her face against my hand.
My little sinful, insatiable and docile Jezebel, my most perfect and delicate ruin.
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