black in the room. He immediately kicks the wooden door shut behind us. The air is cleaner and noticeably cooler. There must be an open window somewhere up here. He lowers me down gently, keeping his left arm taut around me as my boots touch the ground. I’m pulled in against his searing heat and I can’t disguise the low whimper of need that escapes from my lips. I plant my hands on his black tee and I have to blink twice because his pecs feel honed to delicious perfection beneath the softly worn cotton.
Before I can make another sound, I’m slowly lowered down onto my back, coming to rest on a pliant leather sofa. Mikkel stays with me, his arms encircling my body, legs straddling mine. Within the heavy shadows I strain to see him, feeling the warmth of his breath close and steady against my temple. He’s hidden mostly in the haze of darkness. I can just make out his features, barely, though not his expression. His weight comes in closer, pressing hotly into the silk of my thin blouse.
“He can’t touch you. You’re only for me , Elora.” His whisper is soft but laced with cold, solemn intent.
As the territorial statement registers, his mouth lowers down to cover mine in a branding kiss. His smooth, full lips take the lead, devouring mine in a rhythmic motion in tune with the overt sensuality and controlled aggression that emanates from his every pore. The softness of his goatee brushes against my face. I let out a small, involuntary moan as his velvety tongue lazily swipes against mine for the very first time. The taste is a sweet blend of cinnamon and mint, so fresh. The hot pleasure so searing, I already feel the wetness between my open legs. A throbbing pressure begins to mount within me in eager anticipation of his touch … his everything.
His lips are relentless, bending me to his will, devouring me. The scent and intense heat that he is throwing off is making my head spin with the need for more, oh God yes, everything ….
My hips bump up of their own accord, seeking relief from the pounding that’s mounting deep within my core. His mouth pulls away from mine, and I can’t help but groan in protest. My hip is instantly pinned back down against the sofa as his silky voice resonates against my left ear.
“Be good, min skjønne . I know what you need, but you have to behave and take it only as I give it. Soon you’ll understand how rigid I am about my rules. My rewards are earned, never taken, sweet girl, understood?”
My fingers reach up and glide through his short, cropped hair. A low growl of male approval slices through the muted pounding of the metal music that’s creeping into the room.
I speak softly to him, an unmistakable edge of urgency in my voice, “All right Mikkel, I’ll try and be good for you.”
He grunts once above me before that sexy mouth begins its ruthless assault once again. Ever so slowly, his legs move inside of mine and spread me to accommodate him. The supple leather of those wicked pants is working against my bare thighs, and the friction and need to brush against him has me lifting up once again, desperately seeking that hot male hardness. Oh, hell yes ….
His large left palm threads through my tresses and tightens in a painful hold. Stinging pain gets my attention like a blaring ambulance siren as he pushes into me with his hips, pinning me motionless beneath him. His weight is astonishing.
“Oh! Wh-what?”
A low, controlled whisper unlike anything that I’ve heard before passes against my lips. “Behave, little one.”
My hammering heart matches my frantic breathing. My eyes go wide and I whisper one word. “S-sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“Sorry, Mikkel.”
“I’ll accept that, for now . Are you ready to be my good girl?”
“Yes, yes, please, Mikkel.”
He lowers his face until the tips of our noses touch. “Good. There’s my sweet skjønne .”
The grip on my hair is released as he gently runs his fingers down my cheek. His mouth goes to work
Before I can make another sound, I’m slowly lowered down onto my back, coming to rest on a pliant leather sofa. Mikkel stays with me, his arms encircling my body, legs straddling mine. Within the heavy shadows I strain to see him, feeling the warmth of his breath close and steady against my temple. He’s hidden mostly in the haze of darkness. I can just make out his features, barely, though not his expression. His weight comes in closer, pressing hotly into the silk of my thin blouse.
“He can’t touch you. You’re only for me , Elora.” His whisper is soft but laced with cold, solemn intent.
As the territorial statement registers, his mouth lowers down to cover mine in a branding kiss. His smooth, full lips take the lead, devouring mine in a rhythmic motion in tune with the overt sensuality and controlled aggression that emanates from his every pore. The softness of his goatee brushes against my face. I let out a small, involuntary moan as his velvety tongue lazily swipes against mine for the very first time. The taste is a sweet blend of cinnamon and mint, so fresh. The hot pleasure so searing, I already feel the wetness between my open legs. A throbbing pressure begins to mount within me in eager anticipation of his touch … his everything.
His lips are relentless, bending me to his will, devouring me. The scent and intense heat that he is throwing off is making my head spin with the need for more, oh God yes, everything ….
My hips bump up of their own accord, seeking relief from the pounding that’s mounting deep within my core. His mouth pulls away from mine, and I can’t help but groan in protest. My hip is instantly pinned back down against the sofa as his silky voice resonates against my left ear.
“Be good, min skjønne . I know what you need, but you have to behave and take it only as I give it. Soon you’ll understand how rigid I am about my rules. My rewards are earned, never taken, sweet girl, understood?”
My fingers reach up and glide through his short, cropped hair. A low growl of male approval slices through the muted pounding of the metal music that’s creeping into the room.
I speak softly to him, an unmistakable edge of urgency in my voice, “All right Mikkel, I’ll try and be good for you.”
He grunts once above me before that sexy mouth begins its ruthless assault once again. Ever so slowly, his legs move inside of mine and spread me to accommodate him. The supple leather of those wicked pants is working against my bare thighs, and the friction and need to brush against him has me lifting up once again, desperately seeking that hot male hardness. Oh, hell yes ….
His large left palm threads through my tresses and tightens in a painful hold. Stinging pain gets my attention like a blaring ambulance siren as he pushes into me with his hips, pinning me motionless beneath him. His weight is astonishing.
“Oh! Wh-what?”
A low, controlled whisper unlike anything that I’ve heard before passes against my lips. “Behave, little one.”
My hammering heart matches my frantic breathing. My eyes go wide and I whisper one word. “S-sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“Sorry, Mikkel.”
“I’ll accept that, for now . Are you ready to be my good girl?”
“Yes, yes, please, Mikkel.”
He lowers his face until the tips of our noses touch. “Good. There’s my sweet skjønne .”
The grip on my hair is released as he gently runs his fingers down my cheek. His mouth goes to work
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