Page 45 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

He shackled her in place. Sort of. She knew she should nave been fighting him harder, but the feel of his heavily lubricated fingers moving through the cleft of her rear had her stilling in shock.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Preparation." She felt the fiery probing of his fingertip against the forbidden entrance and jerked in reflex. She could feel her heart pounding between her breasts in excitement, stealing her breath.

"Clint..." She could feel her flesh tightening, stretching around the width of his finger.

"Stay still. Just a minute...." The sudden impalement was shockingly heated, wicked. Carnal.

Slick, cool, his finger slid back, only to be replaced by c second. Shocked lust seared her, as though the tiny prick of burning pleasure were a narcotic.

Her hands fisted in the coverlet as she tried to move bucking against his hold, the breath strangling in her chest as he held her in place, slowly working his fingers inside her. stretching her, burning.

She should say no. She should protest. She knew she should. She struggled in his grip, but his hand tightened on her hip as his knees held her legs in place. The forceful dominance was more arousing than she could have ever imagined.

"This is depraved." She jerked against him, crying out at the fiery pleasure as the impalement increased. She bucked against him, fighting to free herself, knowing all she had to do was say no, but unable to push the word past her lips.

She wanted to fight him, she realized. She wanted the challenge, the defiance, the loss of control she knew he was experiencing.

"God, the way you stretch around my fingers," he groaned, retreating from her rear, only to return, stretching her further as the cool lubrication eased his way. "I'm going to take you here, Morganna. Eventually. When you're ready. When I have enough control. Until then, you'll have this."

She tried to breathe as his fingers retreated, expecting to feel a more normal caress, a touch to her aching, saturated sex, a heavy thrust into her aching vagina. What she felt instead was the cool tapered end of the thick-based toy he had jerked out of his pack earlier.

"Clint, this is so perverted," she panted as she twisted in his grip, crying out at the extremity of the sensations tearing through her.

He didn't pause. He made no allowances for the untouched condition of the tiny entrance; he pressed the toy inside her firmly, stretching her with it, sending flames of pleasure so intense it bordered pain, flaring through her body.

It shouldn't feel so good. It shouldn't burn inside her with the force of a wildfire ripping over her nerve endings. Stealing every vestige of control she had ever possessed.

"Take it, baby," he growled, working the shaft in with Jeep, careful strokes despite her struggles. "God yes, open for me, Morganna, just as I've dreamed."

She screamed as the thickly flared bottom popped inside her anus, the narrower portion at the base locking it inside her. Her upper body collapsed to the bed as she fought to ac-custom herself to the heavy invasion a second before a deep vibration began to ripple through it.

It was vibrating, massaging the delicate, pleasure-tormented cavity as she writhed with a pleasure so intense she was fighting in earnest to crawl from him now, whimpering at the sensations breaking over her, tearing through her senses as the destructive pleasure-pain tore loose any previous concepts of passion she had ever known.

"Easy, baby." Clint turned her to her back, spreading her thighs before him as he lay between them, holding her in

ace as he stared up at her.

She cried out, even as her hand locked in his hair, holding rum in place. "I can't stand it, Clint."

His hands were ruthless, holding her thighs open, pressing her to the bed, refusing her the need to curl away from him, to accustom herself to the dark pleasure enveloping her.

She had never been invaded anally before. Had never known pleasure and pain could ride so close together.

He didn't answer her plea. Instead, his head lowered, his tongue swiping through the drenched center of her body before lapping at her like a man starved. Over her clitoris, around it, tormenting the already-tortured entrance to her pussy as she pulled at his hair. The vibration in her rear was sending hard, electric pulses of sensation up her spine, into her sex. She was stretched on a rack of sensation so intense she wasn't certain she could survive it.

This was Clint. Touching her. Taking her places she had never imagined with an extremity that canceled reality.

"God, you taste good." His voice was savage, intent, as he suddenly moved from her.

"Don't stop!" Her eyes flared open, desperation tightening her fingers in his hair as they tried to force him back to the weeping flesh burning for his touch.

Clint pulled her hands from his hair. He came over her instead, stretching her arms above her as her fingers formed claws, her hips churning beneath him until she felt his cock hot, fierce, pressing into her.

Okay. Maybe this was better.

Then, as she felt the entrance struggling against his invasion, her breath caught. Maybe it wasn't.

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