Kit Black by Monica Danetiu-Pana Page B

faster. Only his lips curved upward in a knowing smile.
    I bit my bottom lip. Since my head was the only part of my body that I could still move freely, I settled for a torture of my own. I traced his annoying smile with the tip of my tongue, before nipping at his lips. When he moved to kiss me, I turned my head and licked his shoulder before grazing my teeth on the delicate skin there. I left a wet kiss where his shoulder and his neck met, and he moaned.
    â€œMore,” he requested hoarsely.
    â€œYou first.”
    His thumb started caressing me relentlessly, and he added a third finger to the two stroking in me. I bucked against them, biting my lip to suppress a scream.
    â€œYes, Kita,” he urged me. “Feel me…feel us.”
    His rhythm doubled. My eyes closed, waiting for the incoming cataclysm. Suddenly, everything went faster, deeper. He nipped my throat, and pinched my nipple, his fingers touching an incredibly aroused inner spot all at once. I didn’t know which movement triggered my explosion. He growled and relished on the violent quivers of my whole body, stealing my breath away in a passionate kiss.
    My inner depths were clasping rhythmically on his fingers, bringing them deeper and deeper. My body glistened with sweet sweat as I tried to remember how to breathe. The waves of pleasure were still crashing on me when I felt his fingers slowly retreat from my core. I moaned under his lips, but was unable to do something about it. Lost in sensation, I partially registered that his mouth was leaving my lips to trail down my body. From the heights he had taken me, I was only half-aware of the brush of his tongue between my breasts, of his long eyelashes tickling my belly, of his hair caressing my inner thighs. But when the tip of his tongue wet my still quivering core, the beautiful realization of what he was doing hit me. I opened my eyes and lifted my head from the pillow to find him knelt between my legs. His mouth opened, and he licked his lips in expectation, his hands parting my thighs for his upcoming assault.
    â€œOh, God,” I muttered.
    The last thing I saw was his smile, the first thing I felt was his heated breath. After that, I was not sure of what he was doing to my body. I only knew I was back in heaven, my release spreading over me again like hot, sweet waves.
    He slowly disentangled himself from me and covered my still trembling body. He looked down at me for a moment, then with a sudden move, he sank himself into my body. I could feel his heart hammer against my breasts. I was afraid I’d cause him pain, but he told me he did not care. He was beyond that. Beyond everything.
    Once, I told myself. Once cannot hurt. Sandrine would never know. She owed me this much for bringing Armand back to her.
    I wrapped my legs around his hips, crossing my ankles against his buttocks, and he slid deeper into me. He growled like an animal in reaction and lost all control. His first thrust made me burn for more, the second made me melt, with the third I forgot who and where I was. The rhythm of his thrusts increased, and he drove into me sharply, ramming against my core. My panting turned to moans, my moans to cries. His palms slid to my hips and he used them to pull himself deeper within me. I screamed and clasped my inner depths around him in reaction to his passionate demands.
    â€œKita, oui !”
    I opened my mouth, but was unable to utter his name as my quivering began yet again.
    â€œSay my name, Kita,” he ordered throatily as he shifted his weight by gripping my shoulders to ram more roughly at my core.
    â€œArmand…my love…main…” I said with rasp voice, my arms possessively wrapping around his back.
    â€œYours…”
    And with that, we exploded. Together.
    When I woke the next morning, he was gone. I ran like a mad woman to the docks, wanting to stop him. Thinking for a moment that I could give up my values, that perhaps I could share him, be