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  “You’d have to get started first before you could do that,” I reminded him with a breathy little laugh.

  His eyes widened and he grinned.

  “Getting sassy, huh? That’s naughty, Taylor. Very naughty. I might have to punish you for that.”

  “How…how will you do that?” I whispered, my heart thumping.

  “Like this.”

  Keeping his eyes locked with mine, he leaned down and took a long, slow taste of my pussy, starting at the bottom of my slit and ending at the top. I jumped and moaned as his hot tongue slid directly over my clit, my hands tightening into fists at my sides.

  “God, Victor!”

  “You taste fucking delicious, baby.” His voice was low and hoarse. “Spread a little wider. I need to get into you deep.”

  I tried to do as he said but apparently I still wasn’t open enough to please him. Victor wrapped his arms around my thighs, his broad shoulders splitting me wide, and pressed his mouth to my pussy. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, lapping me with long, slow, hungry strokes, tracing my clit until he set me on fire, and pressing deep inside me, filling me with deep, delicious thrusts that took my breath away.

  The fire that had been building inside me while he touched me was abruptly back, flames of need and desire licking along my spine as he tasted me like his life depended on it.

  “Victor…oh God…” I moaned. My back arched helplessly and I found that my fingers had somehow gotten tangled in his thick, black hair. When I realized I was pulling it, I tried to stop. But Victor looked up briefly and shook his head.

  “No, baby.” He was panting, his mouth shiny with my juices. “It’s okay—touch me. I like to feel your hands on me, like to know I’m making you feel good.” Then he pressed his face between my thighs and thrust his tongue inside me again.

  His words gave me confidence to really let go and give in to the pleasure. With a low moan, I tilted my pelvis forward, opening myself farther to his seeking tongue. I wanted him inside me, wanted to feel him tasting me, licking me, wanted to let the feeling inside me build to the point of no return.

  The way he was tasting me, it didn’t take long. I was spread wide on the couch, with Victor’s arms wrapped around me, holding me open and his tongue buried deep in my pussy. I had never felt so helpless or so hot. I couldn’t help myself, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I started to moan and tug at his hair, tilting my hips in time to his thrusts. I was close…so close… I just needed a little bit more…

  Victor seemed to understand exactly what I needed. Suddenly he withdrew his tongue and replaced it with two long, strong fingers. Then he sucked my clit into his mouth and tortured it sweetly, lashing me with just the tip of his tongue as he thrust deep and hard inside me.

  “Oh…Oh, God!” I cried. Suddenly I couldn’t stand it anymore—the orgasm crashed over me abruptly, making my back arch helplessly as my fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him even closer.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I had come so hard but Victor wouldn’t stop. Despite the way I was quivering all around him and moaning his name, he still kept licking. Just as I thought I was coming down from the peak he pushed me to another, higher one. And then another after that.

  Finally, just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he gave me one last sweet kiss and looked up.

  “Feeling good, baby?” he rasped.

  “More than good—amazing,” I admitted, stroking a hand through his hair. “You’re so good at that. I’ve never…never been able to come like that with anyone else.”

  “Glad to hear it. I love making you come.” He rose slowly to his feet and I couldn’t help noticing the hard ridge of his shaft pushing against the denim of his jeans.

  “It looks like you need to come too.” Hesitantly, I reached up to stroke the thick bulge. But before I could do more than brush my fingertips against it, Victor caught my wrist in his hand to stop me.

  “I want you so fucking bad right now,” he growled hoarsely. “But only if you want me too. So please…don’t touch me unless…unless you really want it.”

  “I do. I really do.” Leaning forward, I pressed my cheek to his shaft, rubbing like a cat marking its territory. I liked his warm, masculine scent and the way I could feel him throbbing against my cheek through the rough denim. I didn’t know what made me so bold—maybe knowing it was our last time together. I wanted to show him how I felt, to show how much I cared, how much I loved him before it was too late.

  Victor groaned low in his throat.

  “God, baby…”

  I looked up at him.

  “I’m ready to pay the Debt,” I murmured and tugged at his jeans. “Can you take these off?”

  He did as I asked, pulling the tight denim down, baring his shaft, which was as big and thick as I remembered. I didn’t fear him this time, though—wasn’t afraid of him hurting me. He claimed he’d been rough that last time we had sex but I only had brief, blurred images of that. Mainly I remembered begging him to give me what I needed, feeling so empty inside I couldn’t stand not to have him in me.

  I felt the same way now, only I was in my right mind. And even though I knew we had done this before, it was still like the first time for me. The first time I could really appreciate and enjoy it, anyway.

  “Come here. Sit on my lap.” Victor settled on the couch again and beckoned for me to climb on top of him. I wanted to join him…but I hesitated.

  “I don’t know…”

  “What, baby?” he asked gently. “You change your mind? If you’re feeling upset or afraid…”

  “It’s not that…” I bit my lip. “It’s just… last time after we…when I woke up and I was…was on top. And I thought…”

  “Oh, right.” He nodded thoughtfully.

  “It was so awful,” I said. “I’m sorry, Victor—I just don’t want to feel like…like I’m, you know, forcing you or holding you down.”

  He gave a rueful laugh and ran one hand through his hair.

  “That’s kind of why I wanted you on top. Because I don’t want to feel like I’m forcing you, either.” He sighed. “Look, why don’t we do this…”

  He lay down on the broad leather seat of the sectional and scooted so that the back of the couch was against his muscular shoulders. Since he was lying on his side and the sectional was wide, there was plenty of room beside him.

  “Here.” He patted the spot in front of him. “Let’s get comfortable.”

  I lay down beside him, facing him, and snuggled close. It felt good to have my naked body pressed against his large, hard frame. I liked the way we had skin to skin contact from chest to thighs, the way I felt enclosed and protected by his arms without feeling caged.

  “This okay?” Victor murmured as our arms and legs entwined and he stroked my hair.

  “It’s perfect.” I looked up at him and smiled. “But do you think you’ll be able to reach my throat this way?”

  “Let’s find out.” Pulling me closer, he bent down and pressed his face to the side of my neck. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin there and I shivered in the circle of his arms. God, I wanted him!

  “Victor,” I whispered breathlessly as I felt his fangs, shorter than mine but just as sharp, skate along my throat, tracing my pulse.

  “Yeah, I can reach you.” He licked up from the hollow of my throat to just behind my ear, making me gasp and squirm against him. “I’ll be able to bite you at the right time.”

  “Not until you feel yourself right on the edge,” I told him, flushing all over. “Not until…until you’re almost coming.”

  “Coming inside you, you mean,” he growled, pulling back to look at me. “Are you ready for that yet, baby? Ready to have me deep in that tight little pussy of yours?”

  “I…I think so.” It was the first time in over six years that I had made love willingly. I had bad memories of other times, painful images that wanted to intrude. But I found I was able to push