The invisible bonds holding my wrists shattered like glass.
Natalia's eyes went wide. Her concentration broke for just a second, shock bleeding through the lust.
That second was all I needed.
I grabbed her by the hair. Fisted that purple silk in my hand and held her in place while she was still swallowing my dick. Then I started moving.
Not letting her control the pace anymore. Not letting her think she was running this show.
I fucked her throat.
Hard. Fast. Using her mouth like exactly what it was: mine.
She made a startled sound, somewhere between a gag and a moan, but she didn't pull away. Didn't try to fight back.
The Nectar sang between us. Her body wanted this. Craved it. The addiction she'd developed over two months of exposure meant her brain lit up like a Christmas tree every time she tasted me.
I pulled out just long enough for her to gasp for air, spit connecting her lips to my dick in thick strands, then I slammed back in.
