Vlora blinked once. The compliment felt like a caress on her cheeks, bringing a faint pink blush to them.
His hand reached out. Andreas caught Vlora’s chin and lifted it to give her a kiss.
Vlora closed her eyes. Under Andreas’ kiss, her lips parted slowly. She prepared herself and welcomed Andreas’ touch.
Andreas accepted Vlora’s invitation. The gentle kiss was only a sweet prelude. Next was a lip exploration that would become the fiery core.
The invitation was accepted. Andreas slipped his tongue in while their hands settled into their respective positions. One held Vlora’s neck while the other enjoyed her waist.
Andreas’ tongue was greeted by a familiar taste. Sweet and warm. The sensation was there when his tongue met Vlora’s.
Andreas wanted more. He sucked on Vlora’s tongue as he pulled her body into his embrace-almost lifting Vlora’s feet off the ground.
Vlora moaned. Reflexively, her hands held onto Andreas. She let Andreas enjoy her tongue as much as he liked.
They devoured each other. Then caressed.
Bit. Then caressed.
Andreas created touches of pleasure that produced only images of more pleasure. Then he let them go, only to taste something else.
Back to Vlora’s lips. It seemed that Andreas was not yet satisfied with the tenderness of those rosy lips. He nibbled and then found soft tugs in her hair, something that encouraged him to do more.
Andreas devoured. He tilted his head slightly as he deepened the kiss, moving at the same time. His hands moved to Vlora’s waist and his signal was well received.
Vlora’s long legs wrapped around Andreas’ waist. She let Andreas lead her in hurried and impatient steps. They walked to the bed and Andreas dropped their bodies there.
Andreas broke their kiss. He created some distance and looked at Vlora’s flushed face.
Vlora’s lips were slightly puffy. Her hair was disheveled. Her breasts moved tantalizingly in rhythm with their owner’s heavy breathing.
Vlora swallowed her saliva. She waited in silence when she noticed that there was no trace of the usual mischievous gleam in Andreas’ eyes. What she saw there now was the sharp focus of a predator.
Those eyes promised menace. They threatened to consume the prey in one fell swoop. And that’s exactly what happened to Vlora.
Without saying a word, Andreas lowered his head. He tasted Vlora’s nipple and devoured it without hesitation.
“Oh, Reas.”
Vlora could not hold back. Sensual moans flowed as Andreas’ warm mouth enveloped her nipple. She felt a little wild and found the need to grab Andreas’ hair again.
Her eyes closed. Andreas savored every sensation as he teased Vlora’s nipple. He tantalized with the warmth of his tongue, then made circular motions that successfully elicited another moan from Vlora.
Andreas’ hands were not idle. He cupped her other breast and began to massage it rhythmically. Not forgetting to intersperse it with a naughty finger play on the now torn nipple.
Andreas stroked it. Then he twisted it. Then he gave it a little pinch, which made Vlora even more restless beneath him.
Vlora squirmed. She wriggled. Unfortunately, she only made a very seductive sensual impression.
Andreas released Vlora’s breast, which he had been enjoying all this time. A little common sense reminded him that he had to be fair. He had to do the same with her other breast to avoid any jealousy.
Vlora closed her eyes. Now it was almost impossible to hold back moans. Besides, there was something more urgent than suppressing moans. A pressure that became more and more restless.
“Reas.”
Vlora’s voice sounded extremely eager. Soft, but conveying a wordless plea. Like a sigh of despair when Andreas sucked deeply on her nipple.
Her body responded. Instinct took control. Vlora pulled Andreas closer and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Vlora froze. Something strange pressed against her down there.
Andreas’ breath became heavy as he pulled away. He let go of Vlora’s breast and leaned back slightly. Both of his hands encircled Vlora on either side of her body.
Wildly, Andreas watched Vlora. The bite marks around Vlora’s breasts caught his attention. It was without a doubt the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Absolutely breathtaking.
“Darling.”
Andreas reached out. He stroked Vlora’s face, and the response he received was incredibly sensual.
Vlora rolled her eyes once. Then she closed them. She seemed to be completely lost in Andreas’ touch.
Reluctantly, Andreas released Vlora’s legs from his waist. His decision made Vlora open her eyes and look at him attentively.
That’s what Andreas wanted. Their eyes met and he stood up with an expression that could only belong to a sweet scoundrel like himself.
Andreas took off his jacket and threw it in all directions. Without taking his eyes off Vlora, he threw off his tie and shirt as well.
Vlora held her breath. She tensed when she realized that in all their time together-the short period of courtship before their wedding-she had never seen Andreas without clothes.
Strong and robust. Those were the two impressions that automatically formed in Vlora’s mind. The man looked like a fighter who had rushed to the battlefield at noon.
Vlora’s tension continued. This time it intensified when Andreas reached for his belt and pulled it off, making a hissing sound that sent shivers down her spine. The next moment, Andreas did not hesitate to take off his last piece of clothing completely.
Absolutely the last piece, so Andreas stood proudly without a single thread covering his body. Oh, my goodness.
Vlora froze. She was not sure what expression was on her face when she saw Andreas like this for the first time. Naked, yet promising strength.
Of course. There was a part of Andreas’ body that really showed its presence in the most self-confident way.
Andreas approached Vlora. For a moment he could feel her trembling body.
“Are you afraid?”
Vlora blinked. “No.”
“Of course not. There’s nothing in this world that can scare you, my dear Vlora.”
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