Page 300 of Primal Bonds

“Yes,” she rasped. “Make love to me. Any way you want.”

His throat rumbled in a rough purr that vibrated in all her secret places. He tugged at the chemise’s strap. “Take this off.”

He helped her shimmy out of the sexy little top and then traced the edge of her jaw with his tongue before moving down to her neck. He pressed a damp kiss to the hollow of her throat and then continued licking and sucking his way to each breast. His hot tongue swirled around each nipple in turn, leaving them wet and aching.

Her body went taut with wanting, and maybe a touch of fear.

“Relax,” he murmured.

She moved her head back and forth against the pillow. “I can’t,” she confessed.

He nuzzled her cleavage. “Maybe I can help with that.”

He continued down her abdomen, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. And then he was between her legs, a hand on each thigh. He held her gaze, unsmiling—and blew on her clit through the silky panties.

Her hips rocked up. She rasped his name.

He pressed her back down to the mattress. “Slow and easy. Remember what I said?”

Belatedly, she recalled his promise to take things slowly. “No…”

“Shh. This will feel good.” He hummed against her clit. The sound vibrated through her whole body.

A groan escaped her throat. The fada were easy about their sexuality. She might be a virgin, but she’d fooled around with a few of the men in her cohort, especially the year before she met Adric. And then later, when she realized that any man but Adric left her cold, she’d touched herself, learned what she liked.

But nothing had prepared her for this.

A man between her legs, his eyes burning into hers. The hot swipe of his tongue on her most sensitive flesh. The strong hands holding her open for him. The teasing heat of his mouth against her sex through the barely-there fabric.

“Please,” she said. “Please…”

A sexy growl. “I like it when you beg. I just may keep you here for the next hour.” He gently bit her clit through the panties.

Her breath stuttered. Her hands fisted in the sheets. “No…”

His eyes glittered at her. “You don’t like it?”

“No. Yes. I do, but I need…”

But he kept her there for another ten minutes, licking and sucking her through the silky material. Keeping her on a knife’s edge of need until her senses felt overloaded. Then he slid his hands into the boy shorts from beneath, squeezing and caressing her bottom.

And even as she begged him to stop teasing her, a part of her wanted it to go on forever. But then he was easing the shorts down, an inch at a time. Her chest heaved. Her muscles went tight with anticipation.

At last the shorts were off. He tossed them away and came back between her legs. His hands gripped her ass, lifting her up like a special dish for his delectation—and then he swiped his tongue through her slick, needy sex.

Sensation rushed through her like an out-of-control storm. Overwhelming and a little frightening. She was going to break apart, lose herself to him.

From far away, she heard her voice, high and needy. She was speaking in Portuguese now.

“Meu querido. Meu amor.” My darling. My love.

She reached for his head. To pull him closer, to push him away—she wasn’t sure which.

He turned his head and kissed her palm, and then continued licking her.

Her lungs constricted. She couldn’t get enough air into them. “Adric. I—”

“What, love?” A husky murmur against her clit. “Tell me.”

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