Page 66 of Duty Bound

She touched her lips to his, feeling him resist for half a second before exhaling. His hand tightened behind her neck, tilting her head and pulling her closer. Blade’s lips crashed against her, and he growled like an injured bear, leaving her no doubt who was in control.

Lily’s heart surged, pulse racing erratically. She gave up trying to fight her feelings. This was it—what she’d wanted since that first kiss in the cabin when she’d thought he was Joe.

A sob burst from her as they locked together. Heat flowed between them. Scorching, flaming, bursting sparks that only grew stronger the more they kissed.

Holy shit, she was burning alive.

Molten lava surged through her blood, making her pulse at her very core. She pushed aside thoughts of the men hunting her, the fear plaguing her, the anxiety weighing on her about tomorrow’s escape. All she felt was delicious, gut-wrenching desire, proof of what it meant to be alive, to be here with Blade.

Lily had no idea how she ended up kneeling over him, reveling in the feel of his thick thighs beneath hers and basking in the sensation of his hands reaching under her blouse, spreading over her back, crushing her against his rock-hard torso.

He groaned again, a low guttural sound at the back of his throat that sent delicious shivers through her.

His shoulders tensed under her hands. Desperate to get closer, she hung on to him, writhed against him. Wished their clothing would just disappear and he would take her right then, right there. With a ragged gasp, she hiked her skirt up and over his legs, so she could feel him properly.

Holy smoke, he was hard, straining against the material of his cargo pants. Against her.

“Christ, Lily,” he groaned. “I want you so bad. Is this okay?” Sapphire flames blasted into her, begging her to say yes.

Seriously, she had no problem with that.

“Yes,” she whispered, punctuating the word with a nod.

“Are you… I mean, can we…?”

His voice was ragged, his hands melting over her back, snaking under her bra strap. She could hardly think.

She gave a nod. “Once a month shot. We're good.”

It was like he’d been unleashed. Any thought of holding back had vanished, and it was just him and her.

Feverish now, he reclaimed her lips and ravished her so hard, so passionately, her head spun when they broke for air.

He gripped her ass and positioned her on top of his straining cock. Even though it was buried beneath his clothing, she could tell he was huge. For a panicked second, she wondered if it would fit. Joe hadn’t been as big.

Then again, she was so ready to find out.

He massaged her ass, making her writhe on top of him.

God, she wanted him so bad she could scarcely contain herself. Never had she felt so utterly abandoned, so out of control, as she did with this man.

Blade yanked her blouse over her head then cupped her breasts over the lace, the friction exquisite. He ran his thumbs over her nipples until she panted under his ministrations.

Momentarily unable to speak, she moaned.

He gazed into her eyes, and the deep swirling pools of blue darkened. “God, Lily, you’re so beautiful.”

His words made her sing.

“More.” The plea came as a sigh.

He unclasped her bra, pulled the straps down her arms, then tossed it aside.

Cool air and hot breath mingled on her naked flesh, her pleasure building by the second. He caressed her breasts with his callused hands, driving her wild.

It felt so good.

He traced circles around her nipples, his featherlight touch at once frustrating and exhilarating. A few flicks made them somehow more sensitive, more demanding. She gasped as he squeezed them into hard buds, first gently, then with more urgency.

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