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"Not much," I admitted. When he frowned down at me, I added, "I haven't done much kissing. Except with you."

He let out a slow breath, then nodded. When he started to move downward, I panicked, grabbing him by the longer hair on top of his head. His eyes shot to mine. "Wait."

"This is all under your control, Eva," he told me. His eyes were intense, but I could tell he was in control of himself. Any other man might have just pounced on me, worried only about his own pleasure.

"I-" Why couldn't I form thoughts? Or sentences? "I only want to do this...if...if you do."

This time both his brows shot up and he smirked at me. Reaching out he forcibly untangled my fingers from his hair, then sat back on his heels.

I gulped, staring at his dick as it bowed upward, hitting his stomach. He was completely erect. My eyes widened further as he grasped it, giving it a light stroke.

"Does this look like I don't want to fuck you?" he demanded.

My eyes flashed up to his face and I shook my head. But uncertainty crept in. "Amelia said that men would have sex with anything that stood still long enough."

He barked out a laugh, his shoulders shaking with humor. "Who's Amelia?" he asked once his laughter subsided.

I smiled up at him. "My eldest sister. She warned me not to give my affections away to just any man." I pushed up until I was leaning back on my hands, torso propped up.

"I like your sister," he told me. "She's right, on both counts." A grin slid across his face. "But in this case, Duchess, I really want to fuck you." He moved forward once more, wrapping his hand around my throat. "I want to be the first man to sink inside that tight pussy." He pushed, forcing me to lay back against the mattress once more. He loomed over me, eyes intense as they locked onto mine. "I want to feel your cunt squeezing my cock while I'm buried so deep inside you that we'll never be able to separate ourselves again. No matter what happens, you'll never be able to forget me. I'll be a part of you, forever."

My heart was pounding in my chest as I listened to his words. They were dirty and crude, but they made me burn with desire. I wanted everything he said. I wanted him to make love to me. I wanted to give myself to him. And the need to burn myself into his soul the same way he was doing to me was inescapable.

"I want that," I whispered. "Please, Idaho."

His lips slammed down onto mine and I moaned into his mouth at the contact. His hand slid from my throat down over my breast, stopping to twist my nipple.

The bite of pain was unexpected and it made me gasp. He swallowed it down, then moved lower, kissing his way down my body until he got to my other breast. He took it into his mouth, sucking on the nipple until I was squirming beneath him, then he bit down on it. The pain was sharper this time and I cried out, but it quickly morphed into pleasure and I moaned as he soothed the ache with his tongue.

He kissed his way down to my stomach, licking and nipping at my skin. When he got between my legs he looked up at me, eyes intense as he stared at me. "Last chance, Duchess. Once I taste this cunt, I'm not stopping. You'll be mine. I'll make you scream my name while you come for me."

How was I supposed to respond to that? My mouth was bone dry, so I licked my lips, and settled for nodding.

His eyes narrowed as he considered my response, but he didn't force me to speak my need out loud again. He pushed my legs wider apart, then lowered his head and licked a path through my lips.

My back arched off the bed and I cried out in surprise. His chuckle vibrated against me as he continued to lap at the sensitive flesh between my thighs. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I nearly came off the bed again.

"Idaho," I gasped, hands going to his hair and fisting it.

He growled against me, then speared my opening with his tongue. I whimpered as he fucked me with his mouth, the pleasure building inside me until I was ready to explode. I was innocent to the ways of men. Of sex. I was twenty-nine, so I'd masturbated before, but it hadn't ever felt anything like this. Nothing felt like this. My entire body was one knot of anticipation, waiting to unravel at his command.

"Please," I begged. "I need...I need..."

He lifted his head and stared up at me, lips glistening with my juices. "What do you need?" he demanded. "I want to hear those filthy words come out of that pretty mouth, Duchess."

My cheeks heated at his demand, but I couldn't deny him. Not when he was giving me so much pleasure. "Please make me come," I whispered.

"Louder."

"Please make me come!" I clapped a hand over my mouth. There were so many other people living here. The last thing I wanted was to be overheard.

His hand wrapped around my wrist and he stared at me with a dark look on his face. "Don't ever hide from me, Duchess," he growled.

I nodded, then dropped my hand back to the bed. He went back to licking and sucking at my pussy and it wasn't long before he had me teetering on that precipice once more. When he slipped a finger inside me, I cried out as my body clenched around it. It felt so good, but I needed more. I needed him.

My breathing was harsh in the quiet of the room as I rocked in time with his rhythm. He added a second finger and I gasped as he stretched me open, then moaned as he continued to fuck me with them.

"Gotta stretch out this tight little pussy," he purred against my flesh. "I want you to scream from pleasure when I fuck you. Not pain."