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sensations zinging from the tips of her fingers to her palm to her stomach and lower.
She inched closer, nuzzled her face in the hollow of his shoulder, seeking his scent and
his heat, and her body followed, pressing more fully into him. He sucked in an audible
breath, his muscles like steel, and something inside her eased. When he breathed out, it
was harsh and ragged.
She pressed her lips to skin stretched across a clavicle, leaving a trail of soft kisses.
She flicked out her tongue, tasted salt, and he hardened fully to burn against her thigh.
She heard her name. It was little more than a rasp. Her hand lifted, cupped the back of
his neck and pulled him down to her. Their lips touched, parted, met again. It was soft,
gentle, teasing. And the hand on her hip became clutching, rubbed down to her
buttocks, squeezed roughly and sought the furrow in between.
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No, she gasped, reaching back and catching his wrist. Payback. He actually
growled, making her shake with unbelievable arousal. His fingers flexed, stirring silky
pubic hair. She repeated her protest even as her head fell back and her eyes closed.
When she managed to lift her lashes, his gaze blazed into hers. And the intensity
made her want to look away. He didn t like her stopping him, but he was still. The
muscles in his wrist flexed and tightened. She swallowed then pulled it away from her
body. Her fingers slid from around his wrist, against his palm and laced with his. She
brought their hands to his shoulder, shoved until he took the hint and fell on his back.
She went with him, sat up with her thighs on either side of his hips. His hips arched.
His erection pulsed against her buttocks and she couldn t find the strength to tell him to
stop.
After a long, breathless, aching moment, she found his other hand and squeezed, as
if drawing strength from him, and shifted higher up his body until she straddled his
waist. Pressing his hands to the mattress on either side of his shoulders, she bent down
and stopped, an inch of space separating their lips. He lifted his head and took her
mouth with his. He kissed her, urgency making him rough. His tongue thrust between
her teeth, licking inside her mouth, his teeth nipped, demanding a response.
Cleo made a small sound as she melted into him, her body like softened candle
wax. The kiss went on and on, by turns hungry, demanding, coaxing. He used his
mouth and tongue to do what she wouldn t let him do with the rest of his body. She
broke away when the need for oxygen overrode the need for him. His lips rubbed over
her jawline, making her moan, and she returned the favor. His stubble grazed her lips,
her cheek, her sensitive neck, triggering fantasies of it against her inner thighs.
Oh God.
She tasted her way down his throat, eliciting a groan when she savored his pulse
against her tongue and nipped it with her teeth. Beneath the dark mat of hair, she found
a flat nipple and licked it once, twice, then sucked it between her lips. A shudder ran
through the body beneath her. She lavished attention on the other nipple before
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following the trail of silky hair bisecting his muscled abdomen. She shimmied down his
body. His erection thrust from a nest of curls, straining toward her. She skimmed her
lips over the ultra-soft head, tormenting him with the promise of her mouth. His hands
clenched, seeming to rub the slender bones in her own hands against each other. He
muttered a curse, a plea, and she flicked her tongue over his head, tasting the drop of
salty pre-come, and took him between her lips.
His shaft was like velvet over steel and having him in her mouth was making her
ache deliciously. Her tongue circled his head, laved the underside of his penis. Her lips
sank down his shaft until he brushed the back of her throat. He cursed again, gave a
small thrust and she jerked back, releasing his cock.
Fuck, he muttered thickly. Sorry& don t stop&
There were more words, incoherent words, but she didn t need them. She took him
inside her mouth again and sucked rhythmically, swallowing as much of him as she
could. Wanting to feel him in her grip, she tried to untangle their fingers but he
wouldn t allow it. Instead, he tugged on them until she reluctantly let him fall from her
lips. Released from her mouth, his erection bobbed and glistened. A ribbon of fire
worked through her clitoris, leaving her hot and wanting.
She sat up, tried to free one hand but he resisted until she whispered what she
wanted. Her hand fumbled around in the nightstand until she found a condom. She
ripped open the packet with her teeth, extracted the latex ring and rolled it down his
length with her lips.
He exploded, all restraints shattered. He seized her hips, fingers digging in,
positioned her over his prick and thrust hard into her, nearly slamming them together.
He went in deep, igniting a spark of pain. She whimpered, feeling overwhelmed and
ravished. She fell forward, bracing her hands on his chest to stay up. He drew back,
bucked upward, thrust, and there was only pleasure flooding her senses. She bit her lip
but sounds, feral and raw, still escaped her throat and mingled with his.
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She closed her eyes and flexed her inner muscles around him as she rode him to the
frantic pace he set. Her nails dug into his skin as he sealed her hips to his and ground [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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