“I MEAN every word I say,” Alonzo whispered against the sweet curve of her breast. “You’re mine. Your body belongs to me. I intend to make love to you slow and easy. Fast and hard. I’m going to drive you up as high as I can and watch you shatter for me. While you rest, I’m going to play with your body.” He slid his hand between her legs while his mouth closed over her nipple and sucked hard, taking her breast deep into his mouth, flattening the nipple against the roof with his tongue.

She cried out and liquid heat spilled into his hand. He rubbed a slow, lazy circle and kept suckling. Gentle. Hard. Laving with his tongue. Biting down with his teeth and tugging until he felt that answer spilling into his palm. “Feel that? That’s your body loving what I do to it. There’s never a need to be afraid. I’m loving you no matter what we do, even when I’m using you as my little fuck toy. And I will use you like that, solnyshko moyo, because I can and you’ll let me. I’ve dreamt so many times of taking my time with you and doing whatever I want.” Another wave of hot liquid spilled into his hand at his rough, dirty words.

He licked his way over the creamy swell of her breast and suckled again, leaving behind his mark. Then he bit down carefully, watching her face, feeling her reaction. He was being very gentle with her. He wanted her to know what he liked. What he needed, and he wanted to know what she liked and needed. This was her first time and he wanted to initiate her as gently as he was capable of. Still, he wouldn’t lie to her. He wanted her to know what to expect, and so far, she hadn’t shied away from his language or his teeth.

“Once when I was in the bakery and you were wearing that tight skirt with the big bow in the back, right under your ass, all I could think about was ripping that off of you, pushing you down to your hands and knees and fucking you so hard neither of us could breathe. Where is that skirt? Do you still have it? Because you didn’t wear it after that.”

His mouth was on her other breast, pulling strongly. Her back arched, pressing her soft flesh deeper into his mouth. He loved the taste of her. Her skin was like satin. Her silky hair was everywhere, across the pillow, all over the mattress, so sexy he could barely stand it. Her breath came in a ragged gasp.

“Your skirt, malyutka. Why didn’t you ever wear it again?”