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"I caught you, saint," she says proudly, her voice filled with triumph, as her hands slide lightly inside my shirt , roaming over my abs.

I smirk against her lips, the taste of her lingering on my tongue, rich and intoxicating. She's proud, as she should be. She's played her game well, caught me in the web she thinks she spun. But what she doesn't realize is that I'm the one who laid the trap, waiting patiently for my little fox to walk right into it. She thinks she's won, but this is far from over.

I pull back, breaking the kiss, and she gasps softly as I back her onto the bed, my hands gripping her hips as I pin her beneath me. The white linens crumple under her, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across her flushed face. Her eyes, wide and dark with desire, meet mine, and I can see the fire burning in them, a fire I stoked, a fire that now threatens to consume us both.

Hovering over her, I lean down, my lips grazing the shell of her ear as I whisper seductively, "I'm not a saint, my little fox."

She shivers at my words, a delicious tremor that courses through her body, and I feel a surge of satisfaction. This is what I crave-this power, this control, the way she melts under my touch, her pride slipping away as desire takes over.

I trail my lips down the side of her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my tongue. She tilts her head back, giving me more access, and I take full advantage, nipping and kissing my way down to the hollow of her throat. Her breath hitches, and I feel her hands sliding up my chest, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt, tugging me closer.

But I'm not ready to let her have what she wants-not yet. I lift my head, meeting her gaze once more, and the frustration in her eyes is deliciously palpable.

"Patience," I murmur, my voice a low growl as I push her hands away, pinning them above her head. "You're mine tonight,love. And I plan to take my time with you."

Her lips part as if to protest, but I silence her with another kiss, this one slow and deliberate, my tongue teasing the seam of her lips until she opens for me. I explore her mouth thoroughly, savoring the way she tastes, the way she responds her body arching up into mine as I deepen the kiss.

I release her hands, trailing my fingers down her arms, feeling the smoothness of her skin, the way she trembles under my touch. I drag my mouth from hers, leaving a wet trail of kisses down her collarbone as I play with the strap of her dress, exposing the delicate lace beneath.

The moment her dress falls away, revealing her bare skin, I feel my control slipping. She's perfect, my perfect little fox, every inch of her, and the way she looks up at me, eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and need, only fuels my desire.

"You're so beautiful,my baby" I murmur, my voice rough as I kiss her again, my hands sliding down her collar bone,moving further and resting just below her breast,then moving back I unhook her bra .

I plant soft kisses on her bare breast . My hand now sliding up her thighs, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my fingertips. I find the hem of her lace panties and slowly peel them away, savoring the way her breath hitches as I expose her to me.

Her hands are in my hair now, pulling me back down to her, and I oblige, kissing her deeply as I press myself against her, feeling the heat of her core against me. The friction is maddening, and I know I won't be able to hold back much longer. But this is about more than just satisfying my own desires. I want to see her unravel, to watch her fall apart beneath me, to know that I'm the one who can break her, make her beg for more.

I pull back slightly, just enough to see her face as I slide my hand between her legs, my fingers brushing against her slick folds. She gasps, her eyes fluttering shut, and I can feel her hips bucking against my hand, seeking more.

She bites her lip, a whimper escaping her as I slide a finger inside her, slow and deliberate, watching her reaction. Her eyes are dark, heavy-lidded with pleasure, and the sight of her like this, so vulnerable, so completely mine, sends a jolt of arousal through me.

I add another finger, curling them inside her, finding that spot that makes her cry out, her back arching off the bed. She's so close, I can feel it, the way her body tenses, the way she clings to me, her nails digging into my shoulders.

But I'm not done with her yet.

Withdrawing my fingers, I ignore her moan of protest and position myself between her legs, my mouth hovering just above her core. I can feel her trembling beneath me, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I tease her, my tongue flicking out to taste her.

"Mahir... please," she breathes, and the sound of her begging is music to my ears.

I grin against her, my hands gripping her thighs as I finally give in, my tongue delving into her, tasting her, savoring the way she falls apart beneath me.'' Fuck..my baby tastes like heaven". She cries out, her hands fisting the sheets as I work her with my mouth, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Her release is explosive, her body convulsing as she comes, my name on her lips, and the sight, the sound, the taste of her-it's all too much. I need to be inside her, to claim her fully.

I move up her body, positioning myself at her entrance, and she looks up at me, her eyes still hazy with pleasure. There's a moment of stillness, a moment where it's just us, and then I'm pushing into her, slowly, inch by inch, until I'm fully seated inside.

The sensation is overwhelming, the tight heat of her surrounding me, and I have to fight to maintain control, to keep from losing myself entirely. I still inside her, giving us both a moment to adjust, before I start to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure crashing over me.

Her hands are on me again, pulling me closer, her legs wrapping around my waist as she meets me thrust for thrust. The sound of our bodies coming together, the feel of her nails scraping down my back, the way she whispers my name like a prayer-it's all too much, and I know I won't last much longer.

But I want to take her with me. I reach down, my hand finding her clit, and I rub tight circles over it, feeling her tense beneath me, her walls clenching around me as she spirals towards another climax.

"Come for me, little fox," I whisper, my voice rough with need. "Come with me."

And she does, her body shattering around mine, pulling me over the edge with her. I lose myself in her, in the heat, the pleasure, the overwhelming sensation of being connected to her in the most intimate way possible

When the waves of pleasure finally subside, I collapse onto the bed beside her, pulling her into my arms, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths still coming in short, ragged gasps. She snuggles into me, her head resting on my chest, and I feel a sense of contentment, a feeling of rightness that I've never felt with anyone else.

"You didn't win the game,my little fox,but you did win me" I murmur, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
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AN : Mene kuch ni bola 👀
(I am innocent🤧)