Page 67 of Duty Bound

She yelped as heat flooded her pussy, like invisible wires sending electrical impulses south. It was a miracle she didn’t come right then.

Bending his head, he drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. She arched her back and moaned, the sound throaty and deep, tinged with longing.

His biceps flexed under her hands as he repositioned her. When he turned his hot mouth to her other breast, Lily thought she was going to die.

What a wonderful way to go.

When she was about to combust, he looked up, his heated gaze boring a hole right thought her. There was no chance of stopping now. They both wanted this, both needed it.

She stared into his soul and in turn opened hers to him, trusting him with her vulnerabilities, allowing him to read all the emotions running through her mind, all the desires surging through her body. Though unwilling and unable to stop such an intimate exchange, it terrified her to open herself up like this again, when tomorrow?—

She didn’t want to think about tomorrow.

His eyes burned, blazing with a depth of emotion that made her shiver. She clawed at his chest, gripping handfuls of T-shirt, desperate to get rid of all barriers between them.

In one move, he peeled it off and tossed it aside. They collided again, and she exulted in the contact, his skin soft velvet covering solid steel.

His lips slanted against hers, softer now. At the same time his fingers slid under her panties then he pulled them aside. Stradling him left her wide open to his touch, and she was so wet, so ready. There was no resistance at all. His finger slid straight inside her, filling a space that was crying out for his touch.

He growled against her mouth, swallowing her moan. She rocked her hips, grinding against his hand, every atom of her body on fire.

She didn’t know it could feel like this. So frantic.

So desperate.

She clung to him as his thumb began to stroke her clit, driving her to the edge. She gyrated and bore down, needing more. Craving release. Unwilling to slow down until his cock could fill her.

Then he slid his finger back out.

“No!” It was a half-gasp, half-moan.

“Wait for me, sweetheart.” Blade shifted her to unfasten and lower his pants. He tugged them and his boxers down to his knees, grabbed her ass, then positioned her over him.

The anticipation was killing her. She heard herself whimpering, begging… Then he entered her.

Lily squealed as his cock took the place of his finger. Hard and thick and swollen with need, filling her so completely she thought she’d split open.

He snarled and thrust upward, driving her into another level of ecstasy. How was such pleasure possible? She was lost, heading toward a place she’d never been before. Her hands tangled in his hair, her only tether to reality as the rest of her body was somewhere unimaginable.

Every stroke made her tremble from temples to toes. Every thrust sent sparks flying from her core to her extremities. She clung to him, whimpering with each surge, flying higher and faster into the unknown.

“Oh, God,” Lily cried out when she didn’t think I could take it anymore. “Oh, God. Blade.”

“Come with me, baby,” he murmured, hauling her down as he jerked upwards, sending spasms through her, unleashing the explosion that had been building since their first kiss.

She came hard, screaming with the release. Rapid convulsions consumed her. She jerked spasmodically, crying out his name and digging her fingers into his back.

He held her tight against him, gripping her waist, pistoning his hips. His body went rigid, his head tipped back, and he roared as he went over the edge. She kissed him hard as he exploded inside her, thinking it was the perfect way to end this perfect union.

But it wasn’t over.

The spasms lingered, extended by his primitive thrusts, building again by his renewed attention to her breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and teased it with his teeth while reaching between her legs. Still pumping, still driving, he stroked her clit. The surge built with dizzying speed and delirious desperation until she shattered, her body at once thrumming with electricity and numbed into immobility.

She collapsed on top of him, a swirling pool of roiling emotion.

He held her for a long while. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. She lay in his arms, savoring the moment, cataloging every feeling, every sensation, as the memory might have to last a lifetime. What they’d just shared was incredible, and knowing it may never happen again… It was too intense. She began to sob, her tears a mixture of emotion and desire and overwhelming release.

“Shh.” He kissed the wet trails on her cheeks then the drops on her eyelashes. Finally, his mouth found her lips.

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