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Lessia's POV

He pressed on to me, whispering once more into my ears. His words gave me an electrifying feeling.

"How do you want to be fucked?"

I stuttered into his. "—A lot...I…I want you a whole lot. Wait, that’s not the answer to the question. I mean I want you to take me and—"

“Relax, Lessia, he whispered into my ears. I have an idea on what you might want me to do, but you need to tell me so I can be sure.”

“I just want you, Kian, take me already.” I couldn't hold myself. I was burning from within. All over me was a feeling of intense intoxication from within.

He got up, grabbing me with those strong stone cold hands of his, laid me in a position where I could see his face. My sight falling once more on the perfection that was him, only got me into more sexual tension.

I had been anticipating this for so long , but right now, I didn’t know what to expect.

He stared wantonly as he split my legs wide open, kissing my thighs as he did so. I was wearing a skirt so he could now see