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It started in her belly, a spark of passion that grew, hot and tantalizing, until it burned through her whole body, and scorched a fiery trail through her limbs. Every cell of Anja’s being was acutely aware of Tillz’s nearness, of his touch upon her. Her ability to form rational thoughts ceased, the sophisticated workings of the modern human mind supplanted by a far more ancient and instinctual drive.

Tillz laid Anja out on the floor, the weight of his body pressing against hers, his heat engulfing her. He kissed her, tugged gently at her lips. She opened her mouth for him, and his tongue swept inside. The kiss was long, passionate, and Anja wanted it to never end. She felt overtaken, consumed, and she reveled in it. She was no longer a woman who needed air or food or sunlight to thrive. She was Want. She was Need. She was Desire. And Tillz was what would sustain her, fulfill her, sate her.

Tillz stopped kissing her, pulled back just a bit, and Anja clutched at him, trying to draw him back to her. He bent to her again, this time to her neck, and kissed her there, nipping and biting. Anja turned her head, giving him more access, and he pressed his lips against her throat, nibbled an earlobe. Each time his lips touched her, a frisson of pleasure coursed through her. She felt things she had never experienced before, never dreamed existed—a wild pounding in her heart, a heated wetness between her legs.

Their hands roamed freely over each other’s body. The knotted muscles of his back strained beneath her fingertips. She brought her hands lower to cup the hard roundness of his buttocks. She dug in her fingernails, felt him clench at her touch, and she pulled him tight against her. He groaned in pleasure as his arousal found a home against her. Anja marveled at the many ways her body responded. It was swollen, ripened with heat and passion, from the heaviness of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples straining against her gown to the slick readiness between her legs.

Tillz kissed her everywhere. He drank greedily from her lips, brushed his mouth along her chest, tasted her lightly where her pulse beat furiously in her neck. His breath was hot against her skin, his fingers a torch blazing trails up and down her body.

Unable to be passive any longer, she pushed against him, and he let her roll him over and climb on top. Anja stretched his arms above his head, as if she could hold him down, and let him know with a look that he was not to move as she removed her hands. He acquiesced, played the captive to her victor, and let her have free roam to explore his body. She began as he had, kissing his lips and then moving down his neck, nipping and biting as she went. He moved beneath her, brought an arm down, but she pushed it back into place. He groaned.

Anja’s body fairly crackled, and she found she couldn’t stand the friction of her dress against her skin. She raised her skirts, slowly, tantalizingly, pulling them inch by inch up her legs. She stopped when they pooled about her waist. She shook out her hair, the waves falling around her shoulders, and arched her back. Tillz watched every movement, a look of wonder on his face, his hands fisted above his head as if it were a tremendous effort to keep from grabbing her, his cock throbbing against her.

Anja leaned back down, went to kiss him, and when he leaned into her, she backed off, teasing him, letting him know who set the pace. She loosened the laces of her gown, freed a breast and moved up until her breast hovered above his face. She stayed just out of reach of his lips, until he gave a frustrated growl, and then she brought a nipple close enough for him to suckle. The pleasure of it consumed Anja, and she moved her hips slowly back and forth over his cock, which was still encased in his clothes. She moaned, pressed harder, than more lightly against him, always teasing.

Finally, with an expression that said he could bear no more, he lifted her off him and loosened his flies.

“I can’t fight it anymore,” he panted. “I must have you. Now.”

Tillz rolled on top of her, paused once, an eyebrow raised in question, and she spread her legs and tilted her hips to him, giving him the answer he needed. He put a finger between her legs, ran a finger through her wet, open lips, then replaced his finger with the tip of his cock.

He hesitated.

“Tillz,” Anja pleaded, “I need you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

Anja felt the struggle he was going through, could sense it in his tense muscles and ragged breathing. She knew from the way he strained against her he wanted to plunge inside her—as she wanted him to—and it seemed only the barest thread of self-control held him back.

“You won’t,” Anja promised, too consumed with aching need to know or care if what she said was true.

“But the first time … I’ll be gentle, but there will still be pain…”

“I don’t care,” she said, straining her hips against him. “Just … please…”

He pushed against her, both of them still almost fully clothed. He slid the tip of his cock in slowly, and then eased up, giving her barely any of his length. He worked against her barrier, slowly, gently, until Anja couldn’t stand it any longer. She grabbed his hips, pulling him deeper into her while she pushed back against him. He paused for the briefest second, pulled out slowly, and then thrust his cock home once again.

Anja gasped as a burst of pain knifed through her, and Tillz went completely still.

“I am sorry, Anja,” he said, his lip brushing her ear. “I tried to be gentle … I just … you are so…”

“Don’t stop,” Anja said, her voice raspy.

“The pain—”

“Don’t stop,” she repeated. There was some pain, yes, but it was slight and mixed with such heady pleasure it only served to heighten the sensation of him inside her. When he still hesitated, she brought her hips up, desperate for more of him. Growling low in his throat, he moved within her again.

Anja couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. With each deep thrust of his cock, she became hotter, wetter, fuller. He moved faster, burying himself inside her while she strained up to meet him. The pressure—and pleasure—built within her until she thought she would break. Finally, after a second, a moment, a thousand years—time seemed meaningless to Anja—the first waves of orgasm rippled within her. She rode it, crying out and gasping, and Tillz joined her at the crest. Even when it was over, aftershocks of pleasure still coursed through her.

Tillz collapsed against her. He then rolled onto his side so as not to crush her, taking her with him. He nestled her in the crook of his arm while they both panted, trying to regain control of their senses.

“Anja,” Tillz said, and in that word he infused wonder, awe, and desire. He said nothing else.

Anja listened to Tillz’s heart thumping against his chest, beating the same wild, staccato rhythm as her own. She was still wearing her gown, but she felt naked, laid bare. She was a tumult of emotions, residual pain mixed with slowly ebbing waves of pleasure, shivers overtaken with burning heat, slight embarrassment overwhelmed by satiation. She had lain with this man, taken him inside her where there had been no other, and all she could think about was doing it again.

She tried to turn her mind to her current situation, how she could escape Werner. To her father, what he needed and expected of her, and how she had just dishonored him. But all she could think of was Tillz kissing her, touching her, moving inside her. Of his warmth and kindness and strength. She wanted to know him, inside and out, to know his every thought and memory. She wanted him close to her, so close there would be no room for shame or guilt or wrongness between them.

It couldn’t be wrong, the two of them, not when she felt for him the way she did. Not when he made her feel the things she did. Not when it seemed as if they had known each other their entire lives and understood each other so deeply.

“What has your thoughts so occupied,
schatzchen?
” Tillz asked as his fingertips ran lazily along her back.

“I was thinking of us, of what has passed between us.” She knew a blush stained her cheeks, and she wasn’t sure she could continue.

His fingers went still. “Do regret what we have done?” he asked, and Anja heard a note of worry in his voice.

“No,” she said quickly. “No, it isn’t that.”

“Then what? Have I hurt you?” He put a hand to her cheek, gently angled her face up to meet his gaze. “My God, Anja, if I’ve caused you undue pain—”

“No,” Anja said, laying a reassuring hand on his chest. “I mean, there was a little pain at first, but … no … I just, what I felt for you, what I feel for you still … it scares me. It’s as though no matter how much I see you or talk to you or touch you, it’s…”

“It’s never enough,” Tillz said.

“No. And I fear nothing will ever be enough when it comes to you.”

Anja kissed his cheek, and the passion and desire she thought had been slaked by their recent lovemaking flared anew. Tillz rolled Anja onto her back, rose above her.

“I want you,” Tillz breathed against her neck. “I want you now. Again. I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you.”

“Take me,” Anja said, desperate for him to be inside her again.

“I want to see you,” Tillz said as he rose from the floor and lifted her into his arms. “I want to know every inch of you.”

He set her down on the bed. He removed her clothes, first one shoe, and then the other before he took each stocking off. He slid her dress and each article of clothing off until she was left in only her shift. He paused to look at her, marveling at how the soft light from the fire played along the gauzy fabric. He hooked a finger on the hem of her shift, slowly pulling it up along her legs. He bent down and pressed soft kisses along each patch of skin as he exposed it. Anja shivered at his touch. He had her shift pooled at her waist, and he followed it with his tongue. He licked the inside of her legs, and she spread them for him, guiding his head to the heat of her. He teased her, kissing her only briefly before continuing up her body.

“Tillz, please, I need you.”

“Slowly,
schatzchen
. I want to take my time. I want all night.”

Anja squirmed beneath him, wanting him to hurry, wanted him to take forever, wanting him to plunge within her immediately, wanting him to never end the sweet torment of foreplay. He knew just where to touch her, where to kiss or nuzzle or lick. She felt heated, molten, and she wondered how she had not melted into a puddle on the floor.

Tillz brought her shift up farther, exposing her to the neck. He ran his tongue lightly over each nipple, around the sensitive underside of each breast. He kissed along her collarbone, touched her lightly in the hollow of her throat. After an eternity, he pulled the shift over her head, fanning her hair out around her, leaving her naked before him. He drank in the sight of her.

“Tillz, please,” Anja moaned, “touch me.” She could not bear to have him so near without having his hands upon her.

He smiled. “Greedy creature,” he teased, but complied with her demand. He kissed her lips, swept his tongue inside. She responded eagerly, became more demanding.

“I want to see you,” she said. “I want to see all of you.”

“I’ve not finished with you…” Tillz began, but Anja was past patience.

She pushed him down onto the bed, knelt beside him, and undid the buttons of his shirt. Each opened one exposed more of the smooth planes of his chest, bulging with hard muscle. His skin was warm under her fingers, growing yet hotter as she bared it. She pushed his shirt over his shoulders, down his arms until it was off. She brushed her hands along his taut stomach, causing him to suck in his breath, and slipped a hand down the front of his trousers. She touched his cock, smooth and hard—and growing harder at her touch. She pulled his clothes down until he was finally as naked as she.

He was, simply put, beautiful. His legs were long, thick with muscle—as was the rest of him. His arms, shoulders, back, stomach, they were all hard angles and taut planes. He radiated strength and power, mystery and danger. She brought a hand to his face, ran a hand through his dark locks, over his forehead, down his scar, around his sharp jaw. She teased him, aroused him, until he could lie still no longer. He sat up, lifted her onto his lap. He kissed her deeply, roughly, while his hands roamed her body. He lifted and squeezed her breasts, ran a hand down along her back, around the curves of her bottom.

Following her instinct, Anja climbed off him, though she didn’t know exactly what she wanted. Tillz seemed to sense what her body needed, and he gently moved her onto all fours in front of him. She threw her head back and arched her body. Her position exposed her pussy to him, and it was hot, wet, and open, waiting for him to fill her. It was as if she were on fire, engorged. Tillz knelt behind her, bent his head to her, breathed deeply, as if trying to take her all in. He grabbed each of her thighs, angled her up so he could better reach her, then plunged his tongue into her slick pussy. He swirled it around, laved her clit, making her wetter, hotter with each thrust. She moaned and panted, backing into him to increase the pressure, wanting him deeper. He licked her hungrily, going steadily harder and faster until Anja’s cries grew louder, until her pussy pulsed against his tongue as her orgasm rocked her.

“Yes!” she screamed, and it became a mantra as she mindlessly repeated the word.

Tillz held his pace steady as she pulsed and shuddered against him, until she couldn’t bear it any longer and pulled away.

Anja collapsed face down on the bed, waiting for the last ripples of her orgasm to ebb away. She didn’t know if she could withstand more, but Tillz was not finished with her. He slid an arm under her belly, lifted her until she was back on all fours. He pushed a hand into her hair, gently brought her head back to force her into an arch. He brought the other hand to her breast, flicked the nipple Then he settled himself between her thighs and drove his cock into her. He entered her in one thrust, her lips seeming to pull him in.

Tillz withdrew his whole length, leaving Anja feeling empty, bereft.

“Please…” she whimpered, pleading.

He pushed his cock back in, only giving her a half an inch, teasing her, and when she tried to move backward, to impale herself on him, he held her off.