“I…Uhm. Sorry. Did you say something?” Annalise slurred like a drunkard.
“I thought so.”
Annalise tried hard to focus but her brain wasn’t cooperating.
“You want me,” he said. His eyes became unnaturally luminous. “I wish you’d be more honest with your feelings. Especially when you’re so blunt about everything else.”
“But this isn’t in the prenup.”
“No. No, it isn’t.”
“It would cause a problem when we’re getting divorced.”
“Anna, let me set something straight. I have no intention of divorcing you.”
Huh? She sobered up immediately.
“I love you. I love having you in my life. I don’t want anything to change. If that makes me selfish, so be it. And that being said, can we at least try to have a normal married life?”
She thought about it for a minute. She couldn’t deny it was also what she wanted. “I…I’d love to try.”
“Thank you.” Sven kissed her again. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her in the middle of the bed. He crawled on top of her and caressed her cheek. For a moment, Sven didn’t do anything. He just stared at her as if he was drinking in the outline of her features.
Annalise touched his face, feeling the roughness of his stubble. Sven was one of the few men who could wear stubble dazzlingly.. She licked her lips unconsciously. God, she just realized how badly she wanted this man. As badly as she needed her next breath. Why did she play a cat and mouse game with him? Sven treated her nicely, and so far he had never lied to her. She was always over-thinking stuff then drawing the wrong conclusion.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, begging.
Sven purred. His voice rivaled a big cat in the zoo. “Say the magic word.”
“Please?”
“Not that. What do you call your husband?”
“Honey.”
“I like that sound.”
“Darling.”
“That’s even better.”
“Would thou bestow me a kiss, milord?”
“Oh my, how could I refuse that one?”
Sven laughed in a low tone, and she felt bass timbre hitting the base of her spine. He sounded so damn sexy each time he did that. She would never get bored hearing it. He was such an epitome of masculinity, a wet dream of every woman’s naughtiest fantasy. Sven brushed his lips on the tip of her nose and briefly on her lips. She opened her mouth, waiting for his kiss. But he didn’t kiss her right away. He teased. He purred again and licked her lips. The effect was instantaneous: hot, searing her alive. High-octane lust flamed within her.
“Sven!”
“Hmm?” He traced her outer lips with the tip of his tongue.
Annalise halted her breath. She became impatient. But Sven loved to tease. She knew that. The ache between her thighs intensified. Her sex moistened. She couldn’t remember the last time she was so turned on like this. Not even when she made out with her first and last boyfriend. No, Cole had never made her feel this way. Sven was different. Sven’s sex appeal was so potent, her heart danced wild and blood pounded hard in her veins each time he was within her reach.
Sven lowered his head until their faces were a mere hairsbreadth away. She could see the vivid color of his eyes and how lush the dark fan of his eyelashes were. His gaze was penetrating, yet soulful at the same time. He drowned her in pure heat. A low growl escaped his throat. He kissed her. Slowly and at the same time so full of passion.
Annalise wrapped her arms around his neck and reciprocated his kiss. She couldn’t think straight. It felt like she was wadding in a pool of molasses, guided only by her instinct. She wanted more of his kisses. She wanted to be touched, to be loved and to be claimed properly. She wanted to feel him all over. Skin to skin. And nothing in between.
She wanted him inside her.
Her heart gave a wild jolt when Sven slipped a hand under her sweater, moving up and cupping her breast. She forgot that Sven was a big man with a big hand. She was generous in the chest department and yet her best asset easily fitted in his palm.
Annalise felt drunk even though not a drop of alcohol had touched her lips. Warm and heady, being loved by Sven was intoxicating.
He kissed her and kissed her again, and it became urgent with need. He suddenly stopped. “Sorry. I don’t want to rush this. I’ve been fantasizing about making love to you for a very long time. I’m going to savor you slowly.” He gave her a quick butterfly kiss on her lips. “And thoroughly. Very thoroughly.”
Annalise groaned in protest.
“Shush.” Sven tapped the tip of her nose. He raked his gaze all over her, as if he didn’t know what to select first from her buffet of treats. “Mm, where do I start?” he murmured to himself.
She smiled shyly as she unbuttoned her sweater as invitation.
Sven quickly captured her hand. “I don’t think so. Don’t deprive me of my pleasure. I’ve been wanted to undress you from the very first time we’ve met.”
“Pervy.” Her word had no heat in it.
“So what if I’m pervy? You were meant for me. Mine.”
Annalise trembled from his declaration. Her face burned when they locked gazes. Sven sounded and looked true to his words.
With a mischievous smile curled at the corner of his lips, Sven grabbed Annalise’s arms and secured them over her head, rendering her at his mercy. He kissed her open-mouthed, paused, kissed her again as he felt her all over, paused and kissed her over and over until she felt the world was spinning. The way he restrained her, showing her that he was the master of her body, excited Annalise. She wanted to touch him back, hold him, rub his body with hers, but he wouldn’t permit her.
“Anna.”
He breathed out her name between his kisses. The sensuous rasp of his deep bass voice elicited a sudden tingle on her spine. His very touches sparked fire beneath her skin, an unadulterated lust. He nibbled her bottom lip, upper lip, and dipped his tongue into her mouth. Annalise, half crazed with need, crushed her mouth on his and kissed him greedily. Sven returned it with just as much voracity, kissing her until she was ready to pass out.
Sven released her arms. He hoisted himself in a sitting position and straddled her. He unbuttoned her sweater cardigan. His face was serious, fixed with undivided attention. “Exquisite,” he praised her as he drank in the sight of her almost bare skin.
Her heart swelled. Sven was so different than her first boyfriend. Cole had only cared about getting her into a position so he could mount her. Sven paused and observed and complimented her. She wasn’t just an object to score. She was his equal, his lover whom he was generous to give pleasure to and take from.
He removed her bra next. His eyes became unnaturally luminous when he saw her nipples. The crowns of her breasts were hard and sensitive from arousal. “Pink,” he muttered, “so fucking pretty.” He leaned down and licked them.
Annalise jerked involuntarily. She widened her eyes. The pleasure… unbelievably good. How could this be? Electric shivers coursed down her spine Morsels of delights exploded in the area where he painted with his tongue.
“Babe, you taste as good as you look.” Sven kneaded her breasts and licked the side of her jaw. Her toes curled in pleasure as he grazed and suckled her flesh.
Annalise grabbed his shoulder, digging her short nails into his expensive designer shirt. She moaned unconsciously. Her heart raced as he licked his way down, to the hollow of her throat, her cleavage. He let out a primal-sounding growl before he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard.
“Sven!” She clawed his flesh. “Oh.” The sensation was unbelievably wicked. Deep drawing pleasure shot from her nipple straight to her sex, making her pussy ache and become wetter. She fisted a handful of his hair as he sucked and sucked until she was ready to shout. Annalise caught herself from telling him to stop. No, she didn’t want him to stop. No way. What the hell she was thinking? She wanted more. The pleasure he’d introduced made her instantly addicted.
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p; Sven released her nipple. He licked and sucked it again. Hard. He trapped her nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
She instantly hyperventilated. God, it was so damn good it should be a sin. Her body quivered. She was about to lose her mind. She burned inside and out. She became too hot. The air around her became scarce. She tried to breathe. Her chest constricted. His mouth was hot. Her abused nipple was even hotter. Brimstone of lust scorched her to cinders. Inside his mouth, Sven circled the peak of her nipple with his tongue as he continued to suck and suck and suck—
It slammed her like a tornado. Fast. Furious. Vengeful.
Annalise shouted as she threw her head backward and arched her back in pleasure. She came so hard it knocked the breath out of her lungs. Her eyes watered. She was lightheaded. If she were a cartoon character, she’d see birds flying in circles above her head.
“Anna, that was beautiful.”
Goodness! Was Sven watching her having an orgasm? She instinctively covered her chest with her arms. Embarrassed.
“Are your breasts that sensitive?”
Annalise was sure her face looked like a boiled lobster. “I guess.”
That wicked smile of his returned. “Hmm. I think I found your kryptonite.” Sven squeezed her breast and sucked her unmolested nipple.
That one sent her into her spiraling ecstasy. She squirmed, thrashed, bucked to be free from his delicious torture; she wanted to do the same to him, touch him, discover all of his secrets like he discovered hers, but Sven wouldn’t let her. He wrestled her into submission, immobilizing her so he could put his mouth anywhere he wanted to.
Annalise squealed, giggled, and moaned with pleasure as Sven continued his lewd assaults. He marked her flesh with his teeth and buried his face in her cleavage, deeply inhaling her scent as if he couldn’t get enough of everything she had to offer. One by one, the remaining of her wet clothes flew from the bed. She instinctively closed her legs when Sven slid her panties to her ankles.
He chuckled. “What’s the matter? Embarrassed?”
Was she that easy to read?
“You sure you’re not a virgin?”
“Sven!”
He grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth. He slipped his free hand into the juncture of her thighs, where he found she was soaking wet. He stroked her curls and her swollen pussy. “Don’t be shy.” He breathed his words onto her lips. “You’re mine, aren’t you? I can touch you, kiss you, and taste you, anytime I want.” His voice went an octave deeper. “The way I want, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Mine.” His gaze smoldered. “All mine.”
“Yours,” she echoed, mesmerized.
“Damn right.” He played with her curls and felt her wet seam. He found her clitoris and played with it, making her fidgety. “Good?” he asked.
Not trusting her voice, Annalise nodded. The way he rubbed her invoked all kinds of aches within her. Her pussy contracted. Her pulse raced. Heat surged through her veins. The familiar need to reach the peak of pleasure started nagging again.
Slowly he rubbed his finger along her moist lips, then into her opening and inside her. Annalise stiffened. Sven soothed her with soft murmurs. He pushed his finger deeper and deeper until the pad of his palm mashed against her vulva. She swallowed a lungful of air as the muscles of her vagina tightened around his digit.
“Damn it, babe. You’re so fucking tight,” Sven said with a half growl.
She fidgeted again.
He kept grinding his finger against the tight walls of her sex, slicking her cream until she was well lubricated. The pleasure climbed up higher and higher. Annalise clawed his shoulders.
“Sven…”
“That’s right, baby. Come for me.”
Her words became a jumble of incoherent slurs. She coiled, writhed, and tensed while he finger-fucked her faster until a hurricane of pleasure hurled her into another exquisite climax. Her pussy spasmed, and she shivered wildly as she rode the aftermath.
“That’s it. Good girl. I love watching you come.” Sven withdrew his finger and rubbed her wet pussy.
His praise made her smile. Was it really that big of a deal? Did she really make him happy? Sven was so different than Cole. He wasn’t obsessed with satisfying himself. He was a considerate person, and that made her happy. Annalise stroked his cheek and stole a kiss from him.
“Again,” he ordered.
Annalise kissed him one more time.
“More.”
Laughing, she grabbed his collar and pressed her lips onto his, slowly kissing him full of passion. Sven reciprocated the kiss until she felt hot all over again. The needy ache in her pussy returned.
He ran his hand along her body and started unbuttoning his shirt. Annalise tried to help him, but their fingers just got tangled together.
“Let me do it,” he said.
Annalise pulled her hand away. She groped him instead. His chest. His belly. And his groin. She startled. That thing tenting his pants was so hard… so huge. She didn’t know what to feel. She guessed she was supposed to be happy. Most women preferred well-endowed men. Her coworkers at the diner talked about it all the time. But her experience with Cole rather turned her off to sexual encounters the past few years. And now, it seemed Sven was bigger than her ex-boyfriend.
This could be a problem.
Sven sat up and shrugged off his shirt. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He pulled off his socks and his pants. His briefs followed. His cock was free.
She became alarmed instantly.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Could you make that smaller?” Annalise pointed to his rock-hard cock. “I’m pretty sure that’s not going to fit.”
He laughed heartily. “Silly girl.” He wrestled her back into submission. “We’ll make it work. Don’t worry.”
“But, Sven—”
“Trust me.” He nuzzled her neck. “Don’t you trust me?”
She whimpered.
Sven pulled her under him. His skin immediately radiated body heat. Annalise marveled at the sensation of how intimate the moment they were sharing was. No thread of their clothing to get in between them. Just Sven and her and their naked lust.
His cock felt hot against her bare skin. Despite her hesitation, her pussy also fluttered in anticipation. She was painfully aware of the growing wetness of her sex. It seemed her own body betrayed her feminine logic.
Sven felt her and slipped his hand between her thighs. “Open for me.”
Annalise obeyed shyly. He parted her folds and slipped a finger inside, stroking her. A heartbeat later, an indulgent purr curled out her throat. It was unbelievable. Everything he did to her felt so damn good.
He kept staring down at her, not breaking eye contact. “You okay?”
She nodded vigorously.
Sven slipped another finger inside her, making a scissoring motion and stretching her open.
A little bit of pressure. But not that unpleasant. No, actually, it became really damn good. God. Too good. Her whimpers turned into moans of pleasure.
“Mm.” Sven stroked her a few more times. “You’re not ready. Not wet enough.”
Annalise was wondering what he meant by ‘not wet enough’ when Sven pushed her thighs apart and put his mouth at the source of her aches.
“Sven!”
Her eyes snapped open, staring at the ceiling as thunderous new shades of pleasure blazing throughout her system. She clawed the sheet and thrashed. He kissed her pussy like he kissed her mouth. His tongue danced like a ballerina. Teased. Twirled. Pirouetting across her folds before digging into her opening. Every fiber of her being felt like it was set aflame. Every morsel of pleasure exploded like fireworks. She lost her mind in the thick waft of ecstasy.
“Please. Stop. I can’t…” Words jumbled at the tip of her tongue. Annalise tossed her head back and grabbed a handful of his hair, trying to push him away. She couldn’t take that much pleasure. Her pussy was too sensitive for that kind
of simulation, and she’d go crazy if he kept doing that. No, howling to the moon kind of insanity.
She cried and begged and tossed around, but that didn’t have any effect. Sven was unbelievably strong. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and no matter what she did, he kept licking her like a big cat savoring his treat. He tongue-fucked her, licking her deeper and deeper until she couldn’t hold it any longer. She came. A storm of pleasure hurled her into oblivion. Annalise screamed his name as every cell in her body electrified with unadulterated ecstasy.
Thick haze enveloped her mind afterward. She lost count of how many times Sven brought her to climax with his mouth. He seemed obsessed with wrenching out orgasm after orgasm from her. Each time was stronger than before. She thought she’d be wrung out afterward, but she was wrong. The after-climax state left her yearning for more. A stronger climax. A mind-altering rapture.
“Sven, please… I…”
With a primal growl, Sven released her. She was sobbing when he hoisted himself on top of her. His eyes were so bright that they seemed to blazed fire. He also looked so menacing, like a wild predator ready to feast on his prey. Strangely, she didn’t feel scared at all. Annalise was ready to submit to the beast. The sex god animal. He could take her the way he wanted her. As many times as he wanted her. She existed to please him. Him and only him.
Sven licked his lips. He oddly looked like a savage male cat. No. A dangerous big cat. A tiger. Lion. King among the felines. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before lowering his head to give her a soul-crushing kiss.
She could smell herself on him. And the musky aroma of his maleness. The heady combination fueled her arousal into wildfire. She was overcome with the maddening need to become one with him, even though she just had so many orgasms. Her pussy was a sweltering heat of need. A tear leaked from the corner of her eye. Her skin was blanketed with a sheen of perspiration. And her body quivered as if she had a high fever. She tried to talk. She couldn’t. She thought her brain had shut down a while ago, and she now ran on pure instinct.
He smiled. “I think you’re ready.”
Annalise nodded.
He positioned himself on her pussy. The blunt tip of his cock brushed her entrance. He didn’t take her right away. Instead, he lubricated himself with her juices.
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