Page 47 of Covert Temptation

Every flip of his tongue around her hard clit sent another throb through his cock. He wanted to bury himself deep and not stop until dawn broke the sky or the safe house burned to the ground from the heat they created with their need. Whichever came first.

He sucked on her clit with soft pulls while sliding his hand up her thigh. Splaying his fingers, he eased two inside her tight, gripping heat.

She screamed. Her pussy flexed around his fingers and mouth, and he doubled his efforts like pleasuring her was his one and only job.

Right this minute, it was.

He curled his fingers into her G-spot, and she flooded with juices. He rumbled a groan of appreciation and threw himself into tasting every drop, every fold, every inch of her.

The first tightening of her inner walls on his fingers sent him into overdrive. He fingered her hard, fast, pounding inside her the way he wanted to fill her with his cock.

She shook, a silent cry on her lips. She seemed to hover in the space between worlds, the pink in her cheeks mottling to red. When she opened her eyes and met his stare, his heart zapped with some charge of energy.

Then she was cresting the peak, her whole body going still before exploding.

She pulsed around him, bucking hard and fast into his thrusting fingers. He anchored her to his mouth and sucked her clit to a shaking end that stole every hint of self-restraint.

Her rasping breaths sounded too loud in the room as he brought her down, not in a soft wave of release but with crash landing.

He unzipped his jeans and shoved them low enough. There was hardly a shred of control left in him. Another heartbeat and he’d be ruined.

As he stared down at her, she wrapped her thighs around his hips, drawing his throbbing cock against her soaking wet center. Her wide eyes fixed on his. The pupils were blown in the espresso depths, giving him no place to anchor.

“Tell me you want me.”

Instead of giving him the words, she hooked her hand around his nape and yanked him down even as she angled her hips to take him.

A long groan tore from his throat as he sank inside her in one deep plunge.

He shuddered at the feel of her tight, slick heat wrapped around every inch of his cock. The taste of her release was still fresh on his tongue, making him even more frantic.

To what?

Claim.

The single word blasted into his mind as he began to move.

At the first grind of his hips, she rocked upward to meet him, a ragged moan on her lips. He delivered bruising kisses that she returned with a dark demand of her own. As if they could devour each other.

Or burn out this fire between them.

She tore from the kiss, gaze blazing up into him. The strong urge took over, and he dropped his forehead to hers, chest heaving as he battled through every last shred of control he had left.

He was losing the war. He wanted Kennedy—he would own up to that.

But this was more than sex, and they both fucking knew it.

Which made it far more dangerous. It placed them on rocky ground, surrounded by landmines.

But damn if he could stop now.

Whatever secrets she was keeping from him ceased to matter as he thrust deep, deeper, and felt her lips seeking his kiss he couldn’t deny her.

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Kennedy tightened her inner muscles around Dante’s thick cock, milking him with each plunge he made. She gripped the hard planes of his spine, rocking into the grind of his hips, driven to leap into the fire consuming them.

The electric thrill deep inside her pussy increased. She flooded again, soaking him, and he felt it too. The low groan he made rumbled through her body.

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