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Lisa caressed the side of his face before delving under his hair to grip the nape of his neck. Her lips opened before bringing his head close. “Abalim,” she whispered.

No need to hear her say anything else.

The minute Lisa’s lips touched Abalim’s, her heart pounded, pumping hot blood through her veins. She arched into him, desperate for more. Abalim’s hands moved over her, running down her back and gripping her hips to pull her close. When their groins aligned, the friction sizzled and tightened her low inside.

“My inkheart.” He groaned, and his lips moved over her jaw. “I am desperate for you.”

At first, his strange endearment broke the spell, but when his lips suckled behind her sensitive ear, an intense zing made her forget everything but the feel of his lips caressing her skin. The building passion when they danced came roaring back.

Desperate to give him better access, she tilted her head aside. His capable fingers traced the opening of her jumpsuit. There was no sound as her clothes parted open. The sensation of the cool Nexoros air was replaced when the warmth of his hands as he covered each breast. In happy response, her nipples puckered.

“Oh lord, Abalim. I can’t believe this isn’t another dream.” Her sultry, raspy voice made her blush.

Without a word, he gathered her in his arms and rolled her onto the nest of feathers and linens, capturing her beneath him. His lips never lost their stride as he nibbled and licked her naked shoulder.

His large hands kneaded her breasts with deft mastery. She moaned when one of his hands moved to grasp the globe of her butt. Now his clever tongue covered her exposed bosom, licking over the furrowed nipple. His hand on her ass pushed the one-piece suit down, exposing her quivering backside, trapping her hands between them.

When he drew her nipple into his mouth, she understood the phrase “ravenous greed” for the first time.

No, no. She had to touch him. To kiss him. Lick him like he did her. Revel in the glory of his muscular chest. Lisa fumbled with the opening of his suit. When all she found was smooth material, she groaned. How the hell did he open the one she wore?

“Frustrated, my love?” Abalim spoke in between nibbling her sensitive skin. “Let me help you.”

Nod. Yep, just nod. Her mouth had better things to do besides talk. Like licking luscious man-flesh. Suckling the side of his corded neck, her fingers opened and closed on their own on his exposed muscular chest. The cool air puckered her nipples, causing goosebumps to break all over her naked skin.

With his hand on her backside, he drew her to him, his mouth covering her nipple, and sucked.

Lisa arched as waves of pleasure wracked her body. His touch sent shivers so intense it paralyzed her, making her unable to move away or get closer to him as his tongue licked her sensitive skin. She was lost in the sensations as exquisite pleasure blanketed her in waves of euphoria.

“Abalim,” she whispered, uncaring when her voice wobbled. When his clever fingers slipped between her thighs, she gasped. Gripping his shoulders, she hung on as his lips moved lower. Staring over the top of his head, she watched him spread her thighs, exposing the liquid she’d created there.

His face tensed as he bent his head to focus on that part of her.

An eternity passed before he lowered his head and kissed her clit.

At the touch of his full mouth, a deep moan escaped from some place deep inside her.

Laying his lips over her hardened nub, he drew it into his mouth. In quick succession, he flicked it with the flat side of his tongue before pulling back. Once again, he repeated the action. And again.

She grasped the thickness of his dreadlocks and lifted her hips to him.

Abalim continued to rain kisses on her swollen, receptive flesh.

Every stroke made her dizzy as spiraling ecstasy tightened deep inside. The man was ravenous, like he’d never tasted a woman before and couldn’t get enough. His masculine moan vibrated against her when he parted her intimate lips and pushed his tongue into the clenching core of her.

It was too much. Lisa threw her head back and screamed a shattered cry as pleasure raced from her quivering channel through her convulsing body in hedonistic rapture.

“I can’t believe how sweet you taste, Lisa.” He spoke to her core, running his tongue around her oversensitive button. He increased his teasing by darting light flicks over it.

She had to see. Raising on her elbows, she watched, panting, each breath a struggle as her stomach clenched, almost too strong to endure.

“Touch your breasts for me.” His baritone voice carried a lash of command in a guttural tone. “Do it, Lisa. Play with your nipples.”

Lisa whimpered, her neck and face heating. What he demanded made her breath catch. She never took her eyes off him, grasping and lifting her breasts, cupping them. A husky moan passed through her dry lips. She gripped her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers, causing her hips to jerk at the stabbing sensations roaring through her clit and beyond.

Abalim licked around her sensitive opening. “I’ve never seen anything so captivating.” He kissed it, pulling the bud into his mouth with slow, delicious deliberation.

Once again she was so close. Teetering at the very edge of falling into an orgasm.

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