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All he knew was that one minute they were gazing into each other’s eyes, and the next their mouths were sealed together in a heartrending kiss.

Chapter Seventeen

Ignacio kissed Delta so passionately it was as if he had been waiting forever to place his stamp on her again. It felt good to touch him and be touched by him.

She moaned and pressed her aching nipples against his hard chest, sliding her fingers into his silky hair and crushing her mouth against his. His tongue roamed the inside of her mouth, and she moaned, grinding her hips against his hard dick poking her in the belly.

They quickly undressed, tearing off each other’s clothes with urgent hands, their progress hindered by the relentless press of kisses against every newly exposed inch of skin. By the time they made their way to the bed, she was feverish with need and slightly breathless.

Hovering over her, his masculine gaze darkened with appreciation. She pulled him down on top of her, desperate for more, aching for his mouth and hands to cover every inch of her body. He dropped hot kisses down her throat, along her collarbone, to the swell of her breasts, and her nipples hardened and quivered with anticipation.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered huskily.

“Not nearly as much as I’ve missed you,” she whispered back.

His hands were on her breasts, stroking the nipples with the edges of his thumb. She loved the way he touched her—possessive yet tender, focused on making sure she received the utmost pleasure. Biting her lip, she relished the sweet, sweet torture. Then he tugged the tight peak of her left breast into his mouth, and all she could do was gasp aloud.

The pleasure was immediate and intense. How long had it been since she’d had his mouth on her like this?Years. Much too long.

She knotted her fingers in his soft curls as his tongue played with the pebbled flesh. He felt so good. He made her ache. Quietly, she begged him to do the same to the other breast.

He willingly obliged, alternating between them, showering each one in turn with lingering kisses and strokes of his tongue while his hand caressed her open thighs—exploring her wet sex as he primed her for his possession.

And she wanted it. She longed to feel him inside her, to take her hard and bring her to the brink of insanity.

Ignacio kissed the underside of her breasts and then went lower with heated, open-mouth kisses. His tongue played with her navel. He sucked the soft flesh of her abdomen. Then he spread her legs to the width of his broad shoulders.

“Nacio,” she panted, barely able to speak.

He had complete control of her, and she was dizzy with desire.

Then his head was between her thighs, and his probing tongue was at her slick entrance. Her cries grew louder, her head angling backward on the pillow. He knew exactly how to please her. He teased and prodded, licking and sucking, driving her out of her mind. Her hips bucked against his mouth as he continued to indulge, taking his fill while moaning his satisfaction.

The sounds of him eating her were unbearably erotic. She twisted in agony, fighting to prolong the pleasure, but sheorgasmed hard, fingernails sinking into the sinewy muscles of his wide shoulders. Her strangled cries bounced off the walls as his relentless mouth dragged her over the cliff into the greatest pleasure she had ever known. It had been so long since she’d felt this way, and he made her feel like no other man could.

Her first love. Her first lover. No one else could compare.

“Deliciosa. You taste just as delicious as I remember. Better, even,” he rasped.

Their mouths fused together in another passionate kiss. His long fingers continued to roam her body, caressing her inner thighs, stroking the curve of her hips, squeezing the softness of her breasts. In return, she ran her hands over his beautiful body, her fingers pressing into his swarthy skin and firm muscles as he rocked against her, the length of his hard dick pressed to her core.

Slowly, he rolled onto his back, and it was her turn to make love to him. She licked his chest and teased his flat brown nipples with her tongue. She listened to his breath hitch as she ran her hands over the firm muscles of his abdomen and watched as they bunched in response to her touch.

“I need you. Now,” Ignacio said huskily.

His eyes were the darkest she had ever seen, and his face had transformed into harsh lines of lust.

He pushed her onto her back and stretched her hands above her head. Pushing her thighs apart with his knee, he used one hand to lift one of her legs and pushed himself inside her. Her mouth fell open, and a low wail escaped. He was inside her again.Finally. Tears sprang to her eyes as he sank deeper and filled her body with his hard length.

They rocked back and forth on the mattress, her breasts jiggling, and each stroke making her gasp, echoing the sound of his throaty groans.

“Delta, Delta, Delta.”

She lifted her knees toward her chest, and he sank even deeper. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the delicious sensation of him sliding in and out of her drenched sex.

“Nacio,” she whispered. His name on her lips was little more than a pained, breathless plea.

“I could die in this pussy. I could fucking die,” Ignacio panted. His breath hit the side of her neck as he rammed harder in the race toward mutual satisfaction.

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