Page 78 of Ruger's Rage

His thumbs brush across my nipples, drawing them to tight peaks before he lowers his head.

His mouth closes over one areola, the dusky pink circle nearly too large for him to take in completely.

The sensation of his hot tongue against me pulls a moan from deep in my throat.

My jeans are next, his hands lingering over the curve of my hips as he slides them down my legs.

He kneels before me, helping me step out of them, looking up at me with such pure desire I feel my knees weaken.

"I dreamt about doin’ this every damn day," he admits, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. "About unwrapping you, about worshipping every inch of these curves."

When we're finally naked, skin to skin, he lays me gently on the bed, his body covering mine.

The weight of him should feel threatening—should trigger memories of being pinned down, controlled—but instead, I feel sheltered, safe.

"Tell me if anything's too much," he says, his voice rough with restraint.

"I will."

His mouth explores my body with so much attention, learning what makes me gasp, what makes me arch into his touch.

It’s different than any other time we’ve had sex—because this isn’t just sex—it’s making love.

When his tongue finds the sensitive bundle of nerves between my thighs, stars explode behind my eyelids.

His strong hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide as he devours me like a starved man.

Each stroke of his tongue sends fire shooting through my body, building a pressure I couldn’t even dream about feeling.

"Fuck, you taste so sweet," he groans against my pussy, the vibration of his voice adding another layer to the sensation.

I thread my fingers on the back of his head, holding him to me as my hips rock against his mouth.

His tongue circles my clit before flicking across it with perfect pressure, drawing a desperate whimper from my lips.

"Please," I gasp, not even sure what I'm begging for.

Ruger seems to know.

His thick finger slides inside me, curling to find that spot that makes my back arch off the bed.

When he adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously, I nearly lose my mind.

"That's it, darlin'," he murmurs, his steel blue eyes watching my face as he works his fingers in rhythm with his tongue. "Let me see you come."

The assault of his mouth and fingers pushes me over the edge.

My release crashes through me, walls clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure radiate through my entire body.

He doesn't stop, drawing out every last tremor until I'm gasping his name, tugging at his head to pull him up.

He rises above me, lips glistening with my essence.

I pull him down for a kiss, tasting myself on his tongue as his hard cock presses against my thigh.

"I need you inside me," I whisper against his mouth. "Now."

"Turn over," he commands softly, helping me roll onto my stomach.

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