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The look of satisfaction on his face transforms into victory

The test is over The results are indisputable

He’s won

Offering me a hand, he says, “Come with me”

This isfaster than I anticipated—we still have a lot to talk about—but I’ve alreadythe inevitable?

Reaching out slowly, I place ers around mine and leads me to the staircase in the foyer He climbs the steps confidently, like a man who knows he’ll be obeyed

My surrender doesn’t come without a price Shame and wounded pride squeeze my chest as I follow him into the bedroom My only consolation when he turns me around and pulls down the zipper of et

“I want you,” he says roughly, kissing the arch of my shoulder

I closeon the sensation of his lips onelse

He unclasps my bra with efficient, econoive The tehten as the fabric falls away I stand dead still as he pushes the sleeves of my dress and the straps of my bra down my arms I don’t even dare to breathe When the dress pools around my waist, he cups my breasts

The feel of his warm, hardened hands on asp when he rollsbackthe work of his hands, teasinginfinity patterns around my nipples He writes invisible words on the tops, sides, and undercurves ofwith need Too soon, he flattens his pals them over my belly I bite off a moan when he slips them under the dress

Dipping both hands inside the elastic ofwith the dress The fabricnaked in front of him, his thin pajama bottoms the only barrier between us He eainst his chest and letting s

“Katyusha,” he whispers, placing his hands onme to face him “Tell me you want this”

It’s not my desire as ive him the truth “I want you”

I’ve scarcely uttered the words before he dives for one He clai ers of his broad hand, he walks me backward to the bed while he eatsfor my lips

My knees fold when the backs of e He coles our tongues with the fervor of a deprivedh the coarse hair A moan escapes my lips when he diverts tothe arch

Catchingh the cotton of his pants before squeezing irth His flesh is hard and hot Unable to resist, I slip ers around the thickly veined velvet skin A groan reverberates in his chest

He gives oes back to kissinghis weight on one elbow, he lifts his hips to help me finish the task Finally naked, he stretches out on top of ether He’s hard in all the right places, the personification of virile strength I need the pros, but I also need so much more I need him on more than a physical level

My jaw aches fro when he tears his lips fro them over my body He doesn’t pause at my breasts or at the dip of my navel Instead, he slides down oes straight for my pussy