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side of his hips. Legs rested on the outer side of his thighs. And her sex settled on his groin. Her heart lurched to her throat when she felt his hard erection straining against her pussy lips.
    God. She could feel him. Hot. Even though he was underwater. Pulsing with virility.
    Her pussy buzzed with enthusiasm. It felt heavy and unfulfilled. Longing.
    Armand planted one hand on one side of her hips and the other at the small of her back, drawing her closer until her breasts grazed his naked chest.
    She could feel his heart pounding beneath his ribcages. Like hers, which was also pounding the same beat. Hard. Fast. And as erratic as the lust raging between them.
    He leant forward and brushed his lips on the side of her jaw. “Kiss me,” he whispered in his throaty voice.
    His whisper sounded like a phantom caress. A jolt of electric tingle coursed down her spine. Belle found his lips and kissed him. Slowly. Soft, comforting warmth blanketed her lips. She also tasted her own femininity on him. Salty as tears. Yet, strangely addictive.
    Armand opened his mouth and slid his tongue between her lips. She sighed. His tongue slipped in, plunging into the cavern of her mouth. He kissed her like he had before. Passionate. Demanding.
    Her heartbeat accelerated. Caught in the heat of his kiss, Belle didn’t realise she’d responded to the call of his mating dance. She ground her sex against his groin, mashing the hard erection between them.
    He let out a pleased sound. “Good,” he breathed between the kisses. “Harder.” Armand wrapped his arms around her waist and yanked her down until his straining cock seemed moulded between her sex lips, eagerly seeking an entrance.
    “Oh!”
    Armand was about to maul her lips again. He paused and smiled. “I want you to kiss my cock…”
    A blowjob?
    “…with your pussy,” he continued.
    In the tub? “How?”
    “Like this.” Armand slid his hands on her ass, lifted her a bit and dragged the length of his shaft against her nether lips.
    Pleasure sparked like fireworks. She’d never thought that part of her body was so sensitive. She could feel him. All of him. The rough thatch of his pubic. The pulsing veined rod that seemed endless in length. The hardness of his balls. And the water surrounding them that made her movements weightless.
    “There. You’ve got it,” Armand praised her. He didn’t guide her anymore, but let her set the pace she liked.
    Belle got the rhythm. Slow pull to his scrotums. Then a long, lazy drag to the tip of his cock. Kissing his cock with her pussy. How deliciously romantic. In a perverse sort of way.
    She loved it.
    He nuzzled her chin and trailed kisses on her neck. Red, hot fire seared beneath her skin, trailing like a phantom comet. Belle closed her eyes, marvelling at the sinful sensations. What he did made the temperature soar a few degrees. Even the bath water felt boiling. Or maybe it was just her? She’d never felt so hot and needy like this. Armand had set her body and soul in brimstone.
    “My stars, I love how you feel.” Armand stopped her. “Take me.”
    Her breath froze in her throat. Fuck him? Now?
    “Don’t worry. It’ll feel good. Trust me.” Armand lifted her slightly and positioned himself on her opening.
    Panic ambushed her unexpectedly. She hadn’t done this since the night Trent took her virginity. And as she recalled, it wasn’t that pleasurable either. No. It hurt like hell.
    “Trust me,” Armand reassured her.
    Belle nodded even though she wasn’t quite sure. She felt Armand’s fingers on her pussy, feeling her entrance. The tip of his blunt cock nudged her opening.
    “Relax,” he told her. “I know you’re wet and ready.”
    She gulped hard. The bathwater made her wet, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready. She remembered an unbearable sting when Trent had shoved his cock into her.
    “Belle…” Armand yanked her hips down and impaled her cunt with his shaft.
    For a moment, she thought the world around