“Oh, heaven…” Anne whispered. “Oh, heaven… it feels… oh, Nele… it cannot be wicked, can it? And yet it must be wicked, must it not, for it feels…”
All the while, Nele roused her, playing in the soft hair there on her tender cunt, pressing gently at the little bud on top and pushing even more gently inside, where he longed to put the head of his hard cock. He felt lightheaded with the knowledge that he, Nele, was the very first man to touch her there, and no other could ever claim her that way. And though what he had in mind to do—what he felt that despite the enormity of it, he must do—would leave her to be claimed also by her monster of a husband, it would make her his forever, and no one else’s.
“That is not what I mean by having, Anne,” he said, and as he heard his voice he realized that an authority had come into it, in response to her submission. In that instant he thought he saw that heaven had made them for one another, to give pleasure to one another not just in the court of love, but in every other thing as well. For Anne’s softness made Nele want to render her safe and happy forever, and it seemed to him that his own hardness worked in her the same desire.Buy the wicked book on Amazon by clicking here!