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Stars sprang into my vision and all the blood in my body rushed downward.
I bowed, palm outstretched against the bedpost once more, as she swirled her tongue and pumped her fist. If Arwen’s tongue sweeping up my shaft, her hand lightly wrapped around my balls, her soft lips exploring the head of my cock—
If it was a dream, I’d stay here for eternity and never wake up.
She lifted those eyes—filled with nothing but passionate, primal desire—to mine, her mouth full of me, lips wrapped obscenely around my—
I had to stop her.
The base of my spine was tingling, that swell of pressure building low in my abdomen—
Gently wrapping my hands around her shoulders, I moved to bring her up from the floor. But she didn’t budge, continuing to suck me thoroughly, deeper into her, and I snarled as a plea formed at my lips.
“Arwen,” I nearly slurred, desperate and tensing. “Fuck.”
“You want me to stop?”
“No. But I need you to.” The words fell out with a half laugh, and before she could protest further, I pulled her to her feet. Her lips were red and glossy, her eyes slightly wet from exertion, her cheeks flushed—I kissed her, humming as our tongues twined, as I sucked her full lower lip into my mouth.
Stripping the chemise and undergarments off her, I laid her down atop the dark sheets. Slick and blushing, chocolate hair fanned across velvet pillows, she looked like a blossoming dark lily from my garden.
And she knew what she did to me. Her pleased expression told me as much. “Come here,” she whispered.
And I obliged, caging my arms around her, tangling my legs between hers. On my thigh I could feel how soaking wet she was, nearly dripping with need that had pooled at her center.
Knowing that was a response to having my cock lodged in her mouth was almost enough to bring me back to the brink of release.In an effort to calm down, I conjured dusty books and history lessons in my mind.
Anything but Arwen’s full, heaving breasts, which were bouncing below me as she squirmed and writhed on my thigh, panting and clawing at my back.
“Hurry,” she said faintly, running her fingers through my hair and along my neck. I brought a hand down to spread her legs and trace her glistening, wet lips. To drag my thumb up the center of her until I reached the top and pressed down. Until I felt her contract beneath me with a little whine, and that pressure returned to my cock.
Shit.Shit—
“We can slow down. There’s no rush.” I sounded like a man starved.
She only angled herself closer, canting those hips, her tongue licking against my own. “There is,” she said. When she tugged my hair, just this side of forceful, my eyes rolled back in my head.
Fuck.
I reached down and positioned myself at her slick, tight entrance and barely slid in before I blacked out from ecstasy.
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Kane’s first thrust was slow and cautious, and I couldn’t help the shameless mewl that tore through me as he slowed.More. I needed so, so much more.
“Is this all right?” He sounded like he’d punctured a lung.
I couldn’t even answer. I was in shambles.
From the sheer onslaught of emotion—being with him, held by him, loved by him after all this time—breathless just from the beauty of his forehead pressed gently against my own.
That, and the sting. I knew he was large. Had seen him handle himself when he made me come with his mouth. I hadn’t been able to look away that night—his cock was perfect. Not that I had seen so many in my life, but there was no denying the symmetry of it, the heft, the thickness.
But I hadn’t been prepared forthis—heavy and hard and long—I felt like my entire body was stretching to accommodate him. The stretch was painful, and yet the most pleasurable sensation I’d feltin my life. I needed more friction, more movement, justmore, but Kane hadn’t moved since pushing into me—
Why hadn’t he moved?
