Page 10 of Forbidden Passion

Before she could continue to protest, his strong fingers began to knead the tense muscles in her shoulders. Instead of telling him to stop, her only response was a deep moan as his fingers dug deeper into the tight muscles.

“That’s better,” he said, his voice soft and husky. “Just relax.”

His fingers skillfully pressed into the knots in her neck and shoulders, moving into her hair to massage her scalp, then moving back to her shoulders again. All Ciara could do was moan with pleasure. It was both relaxing and stimulating, not to mention effective. He seemed to know exactly how to touch her.

However, as his hands moved lower down her back, she stiffened as a different kind of tension tightened her body. She tried to ignore it, but when his hands moved even lower along her back muscles, she couldn’t stop the gasp of intense pleasure.

She’d been leaning forward on the sofa, giving him the space to move his hands more easily. She’d grabbed one of the throw pillows, hugging it to her chest, but when his fingers pressed against the small of her back, she gasped, her head falling back. “Oh, Falk!” she hissed.

Then his hands moved higher and…she felt his lips caress her bare skin. Where had her robe gone?

But she didn’t say anything as his mouth moved over her shoulder, caressing, nipping, and teasing her tingling skin.

Ciara knew that this was the moment she should leave. A polite “thank you” before moving back to her own bedroom would stop whatever was happening.

But she couldn’t move. She could barely even breathe. Everything, every interaction between them seemed to coalesce in this moment. Not even telling herself that she should leave, that this was a bad idea could force her muscles to leave. It was almost as if she were hypnotized, but Ciara’s mind was working perfectly.

Nothing had prepared her for this moment. Nothing in her life had prepared her for him. Was that why she’d fought him so hard? Was this constant, pulse-thrumming awareness the reason why she’d pulled away? Because it was so unfamiliar? Or was there something more? Something more powerful at play here in this dark, silent moment?

Ciara wasn’t sure, nor could she fight against it any longer. Her curiosity and that damnable need to fight against any type of authority caused her to want to lean towards him. Ciara had the insane thought that, if she kissed this man, she might actually “win”. And that…more than anything else, was the reason she wasn’t walking away in this moment.

Slowly, as if moving too fast might rupture the tension, Ciara turned her head, and their eyes locked. A charged silence followed, neither daring to make the next move. The tension hung thick in the air, a palpable force that held them captive. Finally, breaking the deadlock, Ciara made a subtle adjustment, a sinuous shift, positioning herself to take the lead in initiating the kiss. The charged anticipation crackled between them, a live wire waiting to ignite the moment with an explosion of undeniable attraction.

The shock of kissing Falk sent a seismic wave through Ciara. This was the man she had diligently avoided for so long, yet a moan involuntarily escaped her lips as he deepened the kiss.

In a daze, she opened her eyes, only to find her hands cupping his face as his intense gaze locked onto hers. He pulled her closer, and in the blink of an eye, Ciara found herself straddling his hips. The intensity of the moment held her captive, rendering her momentarily immobile.

"Walk away if you don't want this, Ciara," he ordered, his voice gruff and demanding. His hands, which had moments ago had been melting the tension from her muscles, now traced the contours of her bare skin.

For a fleeting moment, the notion of leaving flickered through her mind. But the insistent pressure of his arousal against her core obliterated any internal debate. She didn't think; she surrendered to the urgency of the moment. Shifting against his lap, she gasped when she felt the throbbing evidence of his desire pressing against that sensitive spot.

His hands tightened on her hips as he leaned forward, kissing her. This wasn’t a gentle brush of his lips as he’d done to her shoulder. This was a deep, soul-drugging kiss that sent her senses spiraling out of control.

She kissed him back, needing more. The tension he’d just massaged out of her body was now replaced with an entirely different kind of tension. This was much more…appealing. Her hands moved over his shoulders, frustrated when she encountered his shirt instead of bare skin. He pulled back and she made a muted cry of protest. But he simply reached behind him, pulling his shirt over his head and dumping it onto the floor beside them. Then he stood up, holding her in his arms, as he moved towards his bedroom.

Ciara leaned forward, feeling every step of the trip against her nub. She clung to him, shifting against him and nibbled at his neck, shocked at how good he tasted, letting her tongue flick along the skin. Her fingers caressed his chest and she loved the way he groaned.

The world flipped around and she blinked. She felt his mouth covering her nipple and she cried out, her legs tightening around his waist. She grabbed his head to look into his eyes, butFalk only kissed her, ravishing her mouth as his hands moved to cup her breasts, those magical fingers teasing her nipples and making her gasp.

Falk pulled away and she cried out in protest. He stood up beside the bed and stripped off the remainder of his clothes. Ciara propped herself up on her elbows, watching with fascination. He was larger, much larger, than she’d expected and every inch of him was covered with muscles.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.

He laughed softly, shaking his head. “I think that’smyline,” he said, leaning in to nibble at her neck, just as she’d done to him.

There was a ripping sound, but she barely noticed, too focused on the building pleasure. She lifted her hips, trying to get more of that friction against her body. It felt so good and she wanted…needed…him to do it again.

Instead, he moved lower, grabbing one of her ankles. “What…?”

But he simply draped her leg over his shoulder. Without any further warning, he lowered his mouth to her core. Ciara had never considered a person’s tongue to be magical, but Falk’s was truly awe inspiring as he licked her core, teasing that nub. Then his mouth closed over that spot while his finger slid into her body. She was shocked by the intimacy, but before she could protest, he sucked harder! Her body climaxed without warning and she arched her back, gripping his hair as the wave of pleasure overwhelmed her.

And it didn’t stop! He continued sucking, flicking his tongue against her while that finger curled against the inside of her body. She could barely process each of the sensations but, atthe same time, couldn’t do anything to control the experience. Ciara could only hold on as waves of pleasure washed over her.

When it became too much, she pushed against his head. Thankfully, he seemed to understand, but still lingered, giving her feather-soft kisses along her inner thighs. Slowly, he kissed his way up her body.

In the back of her mind, she heard him fumbling for something, but she was too overcome with pleasure to realize what it meant. Lifting her head, it took her a moment to get her eyes to focus. That’s when she realized he was rolling protection down over that massive member of his. When he looked up, his eyes were intense. She could see his desire and his urgent need in his dark eyes and her body reacted to it. She felt every part of her come alive all over again.

He grabbed her hands, pinning them up over her head as he slid along her body, spreading her legs wider.

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