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She moaned as the tip of his tongue flicked her clit. It felt indescribable.
“Mmm,” he murmured, as if she were his favorite flavor of ice cream. “You taste so good. You like this?”
His hot breath brushed over her sensitized flesh, teasing her unbearably with each word.
“Yes,” she panted. “Don’t stop!”
Lucas grinned. “I won’t. You’re going to scream for me, Malia.”
He dipped his head again, and used his lips and tongue to work wicked magic between her legs.
Malia cried out, then bit down on her own hand, trying to muffle herself as Lucas drove her insane with need.
She arched and squirmed under his skilled, sensual touch as the coil of her approaching climax wound tighter and tighter in her belly.
“I’m so close! I just need a little more…” she begged.
And he gave it to her. He slid a finger into her, then another, then a third, before closing his lips around her clit and sucking.
“Oh, God, Lucas! You’re incredible,” she managed.
He responded with a growl before resuming workwith his insanely talented tongue.
The tightening coil of her climax finally snapped. Overwhelming pleasure exploded through her in waves.
Malia screamed and arched off the mattress. She squeezed her eyes shut, a shower of golden stars shooting across her inner eye.
It was the longest, most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. It was too much, holding her in the thrall of pulsing waves of overwhelming bliss…and not enough. She neededmore.
His strong hands clamped around her thighs, keeping her in place as she writhed under his merciless mouth. She panted and moaned and shook in his hold as she rode out the intense surges rocketing through her.
Lucas’s mouth gentled on her as her climax finally died away with lingering ripples of pleasure.
“That…that was the most amazing climax I’ve ever had,” Malia managed, panting, her body still tingling with pleasure.
Maybe she hadn’t gone all the way with any of her dates, but she’d definitely done a lot of intense making-out. And she owned a vibrator.
Nothing had ever made her feel likethis.
Lucas gave her one final lick, then raised his head. His lips and stubbled chin shone with moisture, and his golden eyes raked over her with predatory hunger. “My turn.”
Chapter 13
Lucas’s cat hadn’t taken control like this since his very first shift.
Every time Lucas tried to slow down and back off from Malia, it ruthlessly shoved him back down.
It wanted her, and it was going to have her, Lucas’s human side be damned.
Maybe Lucas could have fought harder against his cat, and regained the upper hand.
But truth was, he wanted Malia every bit as badly as his cougar did. She was softness and strength and irresistible sweetness.
She lay on the bed beneath him, limp and panting with the pleasure he’d given her. Her hair fanned out on the bedspread like a halo of golden-brown summer grass, and he was drenched in her musky perfume.
She is meant to be ours, his cat said confidently.
A distant warning bell went off in the back of his head, but it was drowned out in a tidal wave of primal desire.
