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Mikayla,” he whispered.
    She closed her eyes as he moved his fingers back, spreading her juices between the cleft of her tight ass.
    “You're mine to do with as I want.”
    She swallowed and shook her head in denial. “Maybe my body.” He twirled his finger around the tight, puckered hole, and her eyes flew open, shock, trepidation, and desire mingling within the deep green. No one had ever taken her there, and the thought both shocked and thrilled him. As big as he was, she would need more preparation than he had patience for at the moment, so he moved his fingers back to her sopping pussy.
    She was so wet, so hot, he could barely keep himself from taking her right now.
    “Your body is all I need right now,” he murmured, then drew her bottom lip into his mouth and gently sucked.
    He felt as well as heard her sharp intake of breath before he let it go with a soft pop .
    “Eventually,” he whispered, brushing his lips over hers in teasing sweeps. “You'll give me the rest.”
    “No,” she whimpered.

    “I want everything, Mikayla.”
    His lips slanted over hers, swallowing her groan as he thrust three fingers deep into her pussy. His tongue darted into her mouth, coaxing her to join him in the play.
    Her fingers dug into his sides as she desperately fought submitting. He actually liked how she fought him; he enjoyed the chase, the seduction.
    With a deep moan, she slid her palms up his back and returned his kiss, finally dropping that last defense. Her warm tongue twirled around his, answering his demands and sending his senses skyrocketing out of control.
    Her fingers moved to the buttons of his pants and jerked at them, freeing his cock from the tight confines of his pants. Tentative fingers gripped his length, and he groaned, breaking free of the kiss.
    Mikayla swallowed at his size. There was no way -- no fucking way she could take him.
    She shook her head, dropping her gaze to his cock. He was thick, real thick and long. The head came just past his navel. “Sidious, there ' s no way.” He gave her a small, understanding smile. Cupping her cheek, he again lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Trust me,” he whispered as his lips worked along her jaw to her neck. “I'll fit.”
    He took her hand and put it back on his cock, his fingers closing around hers as she gripped the base. She loved sex, but she'd been with very few men in her life. Just in the few minutes she'd been in here, he'd made her feel more than any of the others combined.
    His touch was so completely opposite of what she'd expected. He was tender, gentle, even caring. He did things and touched her in ways she'd never expected from him.
    His teeth scraped along the sensitive flesh just below her ear, and she dropped her head back against the wall with a thud. She gave up fighting. What he was doing felt so good, she didn't want to fight anymore. She just wanted to feel…to forget, even if it was just for a little while.
    His hands moved to her shoulders and tugged the robe down her arms, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. Warm, gentle lips moved lower, across her collarbone, then down to the rise of her breasts. She held her breath as his mouth hovered over her nipple. His hot breath blew across the sensitive nub, and she trembled with growing desperation.
    “Sid,” she said, then inhaled a shaky breath.
    He glanced up through his lashes; then, using his palm, he cupped the underside and pressed upward. His lips encircled her nipple, and she arched her back, moaning loudly. He suckled, sending hot currents of pleasure to every inch of body.

    Letting go of her breast, he dropped to his knees, sliding his kisses lower along her stomach. How could he be so unhurried, so determined to take his time? He'd already made her come once…okay, twice, and already she was so turned on she felt on fire. He was killing her. Killing her with seduction, and if he didn't put an end to her misery soon, she'd combust.
    With one