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And while my lust-drenched tone echoes through the corridors, Zaret looks at the door. Almost lurking. As if expecting someone to rise from the blackness. I too follow his gaze and even though my head is spinning, I am well aware of what Zaret is waiting for. That Xerxes or Platura come for me. But nobody appears. Yes, not even a step can be heard. That's enough Zaret. He turns back to me and a really mischievous smile forms on him. One that looks really damn cute. The brown highlights that fall far on his forehead complete the picture. Only the bruises don't let me completely drift away from reality. These show all too clearly that Zarets is injured. But I do not care. After all, I too have wounds on my body.

"Looks like you're mine for the rest of the day." The sentence sounds menacing. But that doesn't intimidate me. Rather, it stokes my ardor. Yes, I just want to belong to Zaret right now My muscles burn from still standing on tiptoe, so I remain in the same position. There's no way I'm going to distance myself from him when his lips are so close to mine. But no kiss follows. Just the zaret more touches my bead once and thereby intensifies the tingling between my legs.

"Then we should make good use of the time," I reply, biting my lower lip hard to hide the grin trying to form inside me. It's paradoxical, but even if pure desire is still pumping through my bloodstream and makes me feel like I'm being burned alive, speaking seems easier to me. I'm familiar with this situation. A tease at each other. An easy game to draw the other person's spell even deeper. And that's what I want. I want that Zaret is distorting himself for me as much as I crave for him.

Zaret raises an eyebrow in amusement and once again such a simple gesture is enough to make my heart skip a beat. It's crazy, but right now Zaret is giving me some leeway. Not much. But it's like he's loosened the reins a bit. Just the way he tilts his head slightly and looks at me makes me a little braver.

And so I slide my hands from his chest lower. Leave his calming heartbeat behind me and slip quickly under his shirt. Touch Zaret's heated skin, and the very heat makes it difficult for me to breathe. This is really different from what I've known so far. I can bring in a little self-determination. Of course, I realize that Zaret could snatch this one from me as well. Simply by driving me insane with his proximity. But right now he's looking at me expectantly. And so I slowly dip my fingers under the pants and reach out to his member. In fact, I'm nervous. Really nervous.

There's a tingling in me that's clearly not being caused by the ever thickening air around us. My heart craves for the touch of Zaret's shaft. That I hear the so beautiful twitch of hardness in my hand. And I don't play like that for long. Just let my fingernails lightly scratch Zaret's V-Line before I approach his erection and feel the warmth of his crotch so comfortable. Zaret hums softly and whether intentional or not, his impatience clearly resonates in the tone.

And just to give a wordless warning not to take my time, he applies a little more force to my clit. Mixes an uncomfortable feeling with a pleasant one. I gasp and Zarets and my gaze lock. He smiles slightly, but it's not that that makes me gasp, it's that underlying dominance of his. I don't know when our dynamic changed, but at that precise moment I realize that it has. There is no compulsion here. No pressure that I have to function. Yes, Zaret shapes me and guides me in a direction. But I don't think that's a bad thing. Rather, I enjoy the fact that he takes the reins without strangling me.

So I run my fingers over the erection. Glide up to the glans and let the drops of pleasure wet my skin. Rub this a little on the tip before I tentatively close my hand around Zaret's member. He lets out a satisfied sigh and partes his lips slightly. Close your eyes for a moment. It's just little things that show he's enjoying it. But these are enough for me. Now I'm sure he desires me too. Maybe not in the extreme way I did him. But that is not important.

"I should have shagged you in the river," he mutters and takes my coat off me with his free hand. Lightly strokes his fingers over the exposed skin and circles the base of my breasts. I almost think his gaze shifts Eclipsed even further, but instead of pressing me closer to him, a smirk creeps up on my lips. "Who says I let that?"

And now Zaret raises both eyebrows. We both know that I just want to tease him a little. But damn, that's exactly what I like about it. Really fun. For the first time I experience this subliminal vibration of the air that arises from voluntary devotion.

"Come on Kalota. You were rubbing against me like a cat in heat and a snap of your fingers would have been enough to make you willingly spread your legs." That's right. Though it does sound downright embarrassing. So I gasp and want to say something back, but before that As even a word escapes my lips, Zaret spins me around. Pins me to the ground. We both gasp in pain. And yet the pain doesn't take away from the buzzing in the air. Rather, it seems to be thickening. And my knees willingly give out. I let my back be pressed to the ground. Allow Zaret to kneel between my legs and tower over me like a hunter over his prey. The dark lust in Zaret's eyes reinforces this thought. The pupils are slightly larger and the brown seems to have become a shade darker. But that doesn't lessen my desire. Rather, my desire seems to be nourished by this sight. The tingling increases. It just keeps spreading and I can't do anything but look at Zaret with anticipation.

He smiles slightly and looks at me. Seems to be really enjoying the strong heaving of my chest. Of course Zaret is happy. After all, my body is showing what I want more than obviously. The mantle is now fully open. Exposes my nipples and shows my nipples stretching out towards Zaret. As if they want to get a touch from him. And he gives in to this request. Lightly brush your thumb over this sensitive area. And now I whimper. But this time the sound doesn't come out because I'm in pain. It is pure desire that burns in my veins. Which eats me up from the inside out so I stretch out towards his finger. A self-important grin immediately creeps onto Zaret's lips and he leans forward. Lets his chin scrape my face. "So much for the cat in heat comparison," he murmurs, the derision in the words making my cheeks heat up. God, he can be such an asshole.

"I can't help it if you push yourself between my legs like that," I whisper and take a deep breath. Pass the smell of sulfur that is so familiar to me. Zaret moves his finger deeper. Draws circles over my skin and slowly glides over mine Pubic bone. So excruciatingly slow that it makes me tense up. It's strange. After all, Zaret has touched me like that before. Made me touch the sky only to snatch it away again. But it's different here. Zaret is in complete control and again his presence just seems to wash over me, but this time it's not overwhelming, I can breathe - enjoy.

"Hm," he growls softly and the thunder rolls over me. I'm even more under the spell. "Then just press your legs together a little to set the right signs." Hardly more than a whiff. And yet the bass is dominant. But that's not what makes my breathing harder and harder, it's that Zaret brushes his finger lightly over my labia. Just that touch carries the promise that I'll get more. As long as I continue to spread my thighs nicely for him. It is clear what Zaret intends to do with this. That I agree with him without having to put it into words. He offers me a way out. A little way out. But that's enough for me.

And so I spread my legs a little further and give Zaret even better access. Immediately his lips twist into a grin. This gesture alone pushes me a little more into submission and yet my heart skips a beat.

to make room for the growing moans. That Zaret alone awakens an infinite contentment in me. At this moment everything is unimportant to me. The pain. Xerxes. platura. Should they come get me? torturing me Nobody can take this moment away from me.

Zaret makes a satisfied sound and once again he runs his finger over my clitoris. Ensures that my abdomen contracts with relish. But now Zaret stops stimulating me. Instead, glide along the hollow between my thighs and my middle. Spread my moisture on it.

"What?" I choke out and look down in bewilderment. He can hardly be serious? But one look at Zaret's face is enough to make me certain that I'm about to be denied an orgasm again. The brown eyes really shine. Zaret is clearly enjoying my disbelief. But even that doesn't matter. There's a damn pressure in my abdomen that needs to be relieved. Now. So I grab his hand and try to push it back into place And indeed Zaret allows it. But not a movement follows from him. Not so sweetly playing with my clit.

And that creates unspeakable frustration. Interestingly, I'm not even afraid that Zaret will drop me. I cannot say why this is so. Maybe because of the subtle gleam in his eyes? In the almost cute-looking grin? It could be anything or nothing. But I want him to keep going. And since I have learned that swallowing one's own medicine often leads to the desired insight, I reach for Zaret's pants. Wants to pull these down and make him feel the hot promise of climax. But my fingers just touch the thin fabric when he grabs my wrist.

"Well, well, Kalota." While he's talking, Zaret fixes my arm on the floor. Small stones press uncomfortably into my skin, but that's not important. It's that Zaret has now taken complete control again. I automatically groan in frustration up and look down. Realize Zaret's stiff member pressing against his pants. Almost begging to be freed. And sure enough, Zaret slides his pants down. Pops out the erection and the sight is enough, that an almost painful tug that pure desire to arise in me.

"Then let's offer our listener something, right?" he whispers, and I can only frown. Don't understand what Zaret means by that. But before I can grasp the content, Zaret places the point of hardness at my entrance. Steals my all-important concentration.

"So little Kalota, show me how nice you can moan." And while Zaret is still talking, he pushes. Forces its entire length into me with full force.