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He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my skin. His tongue traces a path down, running through my ass crack, and I can't help but moan. The sensation is intimate, taboo, and utterly intoxicating.

His fingers find my pussy, spreading my lips wide open. I can feel his hot breath on my exposed skin, the cool air of the room contrasting with his warmth. I'm on the edge, every nerve ending alight with desire.

"Bruticus," I whimper, his name a plea on my lips. I'm so close, teetering on the brink of an orgasm. His touch, his breath, every sensation pushes me closer to the edge. I'm at his mercy, completely and utterly, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Bruticus, please," I gasp, my body taut as a bowstring. His tongue, that wicked instrument of torture, dances around my clit with a skill that has me teetering on the edge. Again.

He pulls back, a low chuckle rumbling against my thigh. "Not yet, Maryse."

A whimper escapes my lips. "You're killing me."

"Patience, little flame." His breath is hot on my skin, sending shivers up my spine. "You'll come when I'm ready."

"I'm ready now," I plead, trying to arch against him, but his firm grip on my hips keeps me pinned to the bed.

"Almost," he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. He dips his head, his tongue circling my clit with a precision that has me seeing stars. My body tenses, the pressure building, building...

And then he stops. Again.

"Bruticus!" His name is a curse on my lips. I'm a writhing, panting mess, every nerve ending alight with need.

"Now, Maryse," he growls, his voice a command. "Come for me."

His mouth closes around my clit, suckling hard. The world explodes in a white-hot burst of pleasure. I scream, my body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. My legs shake, my toes curl, and I'm pretty sure I black out for a moment, the orgasm so intense it's an out-of-body experience.

When I come back to myself, I'm gasping for breath, my body limp and sated. Bruticus's red eyes meet mine, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"Good girl," he purrs, the sound vibrating through me, sending aftershocks of pleasure coursing through my veins.

I reach for him, wanting to pull him up to me, to kiss him, to thank him. But he's not done with me yet. His eyes darken, his smirk turns into a wicked grin, and I know I'm in for a long, wild night.

And I can't wait.

CHAPTER 9

BRUTICUS

Maryse's taste lingers on my lips, a sweet nectar that I savor as I watch her body quiver with the aftershocks of her climax. She's a vision, her red hair wild, her green eyes locked onto mine, and her curves begging for my touch. I reach for the scarf binding her wrists, but she playfully pulls away, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips.

"Now I guess you expect me to pleasure you," she teases, her voice a sultry melody that sends a shiver down my spine. "But you've tied my hands, you brute! I guess I'll have to find other ways…"

She shifts, her knees sinking into the soft mattress as she turns to face me. Her eyes never leave mine, and the room crackles with the electric charge between us. I'm hard as a rock, my cock throbbing with anticipation. She leans in, her breath warm against my skin, and presses a soft kiss to the crown of my cock. A groan escapes me, deep and primal, as a wave of pleasure washes over me.

"Maryse," I growl, my voice barely recognizable. Her name on my lips is a plea, a prayer, a promise.

She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "Patience, Bruticus," she whispers, her voice a seductive purr. "Good things come to those who wait."

Her words are a challenge, a tease, a tantalizing promise of what's to come. And I'm more than ready to play her game.

Maryse's tongue flicks out, a teasing dance that sends jolts of pleasure coursing through me. She's playing my game, giving me a taste of my own medicine. I groan, my hands clenching the sheets as she brings me to the brink, only to pull back, a wicked smile on her lips.

"You're killing me, woman," I growl, my voice ragged.

She laughs, a sultry sound that only intensifies my need.

Her mouth is on me again, hot and wet, driving me mad. I grit my teeth, trying to hold back, to let her play her game. But it's too much. I can't take it anymore.

My hand tangles in her hair, a firm grip that makes her gasp. Her eyes meet mine, wide with surprise and desire.