The Wild Virgin (HER POV)
I begged, my voice hoarse, tugging at his hair, trying futilely to guide his arrogant mouth to my climax.
But then, with a deliberate, maddening slowness, Ram pulled back, his movement a calculated retreat that infuriated me. He was deliberately avoiding the aching heat I was offering, a clear challenge in his eyes. I wasn't having it. With a low growl of frustration, I moved my hips, chasing him down the length of my body, determined to reclaim his mouth. I shifted, angling my thighs, and with a swift, predatory move, successfully trapped his head between them.
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