Chapter 233: Every Inch of You
Morgana’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. Her voice was a velvet purr, dripping with suggestion.
"Master... wouldn’t it be more exciting if you just tore them off?"
Andrey’s eyes darkened with interest. His hand stilled, and he looked at her, a flicker of surprise and intrigue in his gaze. "Tear them?"
Morgana’s tail curled around his wrist, guiding his hand back to her thigh. Her voice was low, teasing. "Yes. Rip them open. Like you’re claiming me. Like you want to take me apart with your bare hands."
A slow, appreciative smile spread across Andrey’s face. He pulled the pantyhose back up, smoothing the sheer fabric over her thighs, his touch deliberate and teasing. Morgana watched him, her breath catching as he took his time, savoring the moment.
Then, with a sharp, deliberate motion, his hands gripped the fabric at the crotch and tore.
The sound of ripping nylon filled the air, sharp and satisfying. The fabric gave way, revealing the smooth, exotic skin of her inner thighs and the delicate black lace of her panties beneath.
Morgana’s breath hitched, a soft, pleased moan escaping her lips. "Mmm... I love how you take control..."
Andrey’s fingers traced the edge of her torn pantyhose, feeling the contrast between the rough torn edges and the smooth, warm skin beneath.
Andrey’s gaze locked onto Morgana’s, dark and intense. His voice dropped, a low, husky murmur that sent a shiver through her.
"You want me to be rough with you, Morgana?"
Morgana’s red eyes gleamed, her lips curving into a slow, seductive smile. "Yes, master..."
Her voice dropped, a velvet whisper laced with desire. "Make me yours. Make my body remember this night forever."
Andrey’s hands moved to her waist, gripping the torn fabric of her pantyhose. He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers, the heat between them building.
"Then you’ll have it."
He kissed her then, slow and deep, his lips moving against hers with a tenderness that contrasted the promise of roughness in his voice. The sound of their kiss filled the room, soft and wet, as their tongues met in a slow, sensual dance.
Morgana’s hands slid up his chest, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back. Her body pressed against his, the warmth of her skin seeping through the thin fabric of her blouse.
Andrey’s hands roamed her body, feeling the curves of her waist and hips through the torn fabric. He was savoring each touch, each soft gasp that escaped her lips.
He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers. "I want to enjoy you, Morgana. Every inch of you."
Her tail curled around his wrist, guiding his hand to the edge of her torn pantyhose. Her voice was a husky whisper. "Then take your time."
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, then trailed his mouth along her jaw, down to her neck. He kissed a slow path along her collarbone, savoring the taste of her skin, the way her body trembled under his touch.
Her breath caught, a soft, pleased hum escaping her. "Mmm... I love this... I love the way you take your time..."
His lips found the curve of her breast, pressing a gentle kiss to the swell. His tongue traced a slow, teasing circle around her nipple, drawing a sharp, breathy moan from her lips.
"Andrey..." she breathed, her voice trembling with need. "Don’t stop..."
He continued his slow exploration, his mouth and hands moving over her body with deliberate care. Her moans grew softer, more content, as she surrendered to his touch.
Andrey’s lips traced a slow, deliberate path down Morgana’s body. He pressed a soft kiss to her collarbone, then lower, his mouth finding the curve of her breast. His tongue swirled around her nipple, teasing it into a hard peak before he took it gently into his mouth.
Morgana’s breath caught, a soft, trembling moan escaping her lips as he sucked gently. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close, her body arching into his touch.
"Mmm... Master... your mouth feels so good..." she whispered.
He continued his slow descent, his lips trailing down her stomach, pressing soft, lingering kisses along the way. He reached the torn edge of her pantyhose and paused, his fingers tracing the ragged fabric. His eyes met hers, dark and intense.
"I’m going to take my time with you, Morgana," he murmured. "I’m going to savor every inch of you."
Morgana’s breath hitched, her voice soft and vulnerable. "Yes... please..."
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh, just above the torn fabric. His lips were warm, his touch gentle, and she shivered at the sensation.
"Master..." she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation.
He continued his slow kisses, trailing his lips along the inside of her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin, the faint tremble of her muscles beneath his touch.
Andrey’s hands gently parted Morgana’s thighs, his gaze falling on the black lace of her panties. The fabric was dark, but even in the dim light, he could see the damp patch that had formed, evidence of her arousal. The sight sent a surge of heat through him.
He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the damp fabric. The taste of her arousal was faint but unmistakable, and he let out a low, appreciative groan.
Morgana’s breath caught, a sharp gasp escaping her. "Master...!"
He pressed another kiss to the soaked fabric, his tongue tracing the outline of her folds through the lace. The sensation made her hips twitch, a soft, desperate moan spilling from her lips.
"Ahh... your tongue... I can feel it through the fabric..."
Andrey’s fingers hooked under the waistband of her panties, pulling them to the side. Her pink, glistening folds were revealed, slick with arousal and beautifully exposed. He let out a low, appreciative groan at the sight.
"So beautiful," he murmured, his breath warm against her sensitive skin. "So wet... for me."
Morgana’s voice was shaky, trembling with need. "I’ve been waiting for this... I’ve been wanting you to see me like this..."
Andrey leaned in, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her wet folds. The taste of her was sweet and intoxicating, and he let out a low groan against her.
"Ahhn!" Morgana’s body jolted, a sharp, breathy cry escaping her lips. "Your tongue... it’s so warm..."
He licked her slowly, savoring the taste of her, his tongue tracing along her folds with deliberate care. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, drawing a sharp, desperate moan from her lips.
"Hyann...! There... right there..." she gasped, her hips pressing into his face. "Don’t stop... please..."
He continued his slow, thorough exploration, his tongue moving in patterns that made her body tremble and her moans grow louder. His hands held her thighs apart, keeping her open to him as he teased and tasted her.
"Master... I’m so close..." she whimpered, her voice breaking.
He didn’t stop. He increased his pace, his tongue working faster, pressing harder against her clit. Morgana’s body tensed, a sharp cry escaping her as she reached her peak.
"Ahhngn! I’m cumming—!"
Her body convulsed, waves of pleasure washing over her as she cried out his name. Andrey continued licking her through her climax, savoring her taste, drawing out every last tremor.
When her body finally went still, he pulled back, his lips glistening with her arousal. He looked up at her, a satisfied smile on his face.
"You taste incredible, Morgana."
Morgana’s chest heaved, her voice breathless. "I want more... I want to feel you inside me..."