Page 81 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

Her fingertips moved over his face with trembling caresses that had his body tightening, his mind fighting the loss of control over his emotions. He couldn't afford to feel this deeply for her. Yet he did. Here, surrounded by the steamy heat of the bathwater, the rising hunger that flared so easily between them, Clint knew he would never walk away from her easily.

"I was scared for you." Her breath hitched again as his lips slid from hers to taste her jaw, his lips sliding lower as her head fell back over his arm. "I hated you being alone."

"Shh. I'm not alone now, baby." One hand caressed her hip as the other smoothed along her shoulder. "You're right here with me. Feel me?"

"No one ..." She gasped as his hand smoothed to her full breast, the swollen weight fitting perfectly in his hand. "Watched your back...."

He had learned to watch his own back, but he couldn't tell her that. He kissed her instead. Bending her over his arm as his lips devoured her, short, stinging little kisses that flushed her face, that darkened her eyes and left her panting in his arms.

She shifted against him, the slick heat of her pussy caressing his engorged cock, sending electric fingers of sensation to race through the swollen shaft before it sizzled up his spine.

She was like a storm, whipping through his senses, drowning out his control and his sanity as he let his lips feed from hers. consuming her passion as he gave her his.

There was no time for the gentleness he wanted to give

her. No room for finesse or soft words. Blood and death surrounded them both. Grief, sorrow, and a need he couldn't

fight or ignore filled him until he wondered if he could survive the emotions tearing through him.

He needed her. He wouldn't survive if he didn't take her, if he didn't fill his soul with her need, his senses with her touch. With the assurance that there was something left worth fighting for. There was the innocence of true passion, Morganna's throaty moans, and the feel of her nails pricking at his scalp as she held him to her.

"You make me burn, Morganna." The words were torn from his lips as he lifted her, turning her until those long, slender legs clasped his hips and he could feel the thick head of his cock parting the tender folds between her thighs. "Inside and out."

He held her waist as her head tipped back on her shoulders, a keening moan of need whispering past her lips as he felt the head of his cock force past her tender entrance.

Being inside her wasn't easy. She was small, tight, clamping around the invading crest as her panting moans urged him to hurry. He had no intention of rushing; he wanted to feel her, needed to experience each convulsive ripple of

pleasure that quaked through her slick channel.

"Clint, I need you now." Her voice was breathless, imperative.

"Shh, baby, let me feel you." His head lowered, his lips -rushing over the tops of the swollen mounds of her breasts. "You're so sweet and warm, flowing over me like honey. Let me feel you, baby."

She shuddered as her breath caught and he felt the soft cream flooding her sex, washing over him, easing his way as he slid inside her. Clint was hard-pressed to go easy, to take her gently. His thighs bunched with the effort to hold back to work inside her rather than taking her. To pull back before sinking in farther, feeling the hot, wet silk gripping him. clenching along his hard flesh as he felt his chest tighten with the arousal growing within him.

He slid farther into the tub, half-reclining as his hips raised and lowered, spearing his cock into the soft depths between her thighs as his hands held her hips prisoner.

He needed to taste her. The taste of her went to his head like the most intoxicating brew, sweet and addictive. His tongue curled around a stiffened nipple, his teeth gripping the small ring of gold piercing it as she jerked in his arms.

Lower, he could feel the ball ring piercing his foreskin rasping inside her pussy, tugging at his cock, creating a friction he wasn't certain he could bear much longer.

"Clint... oh God. It feels so good ... so good...." He: voice was breathless, filled with rising lust and tinged with emotion. "I love you, Clint. Oh God, I love you."

His hips jerked as her words sent a shock wave of emotion crashing through him. He heard her cry, filled with pleasure and impossible hunger as he drove the last inches of his erection fully insid

e her, seating her perfectly against him.

He could feel her vaginal muscles struggling to adjust to him, caressing over his thick shaft as panting little growls of sexual excess left her throat. His lips clamped over a nipple, his mouth drawing on her as he fought to hold back the words poised on his lips. Words of hunger, need, of emotion he knew he couldn't speak.

She was destroying him with her acceptance, with her pleasure. Damn her, she was ripping his guts out, stealing his convictions. Clint gripped her hips, holding her to him as he began to move. He ignored the sloshing water, ignored his

own certainty that she was stealing his soul as he gave her every part of himself. Silently. Irrevocably.

Morganna felt the change in Clint the moment the unbidden words passed her lips. As though a switch had been flipped, an intensity, a heat bordering supernova, seemed to fill him, whipping into her as he lost the impeccable control she so hated.

His hips moved fiercely between her thighs, lunging against her as he buried his cock inside her over and over again. Jerky, hard thrusts that stroked inside her, building the pleasure as it rasped hidden nerve endings, the ball ring creating an additional sensation she didn't know if she could do without now.

Her hands moved from his shoulders to his head, her body arching, pressing her nipple deeper into his suckling mouth as she felt the flames of never-ending pleasure burning her womb. Each stroke pierced more than just her vagina, filled more than just the aching depths of her sex. Her womb flexed with the driving pleasure as her heart filled with a subtle, burning emotion. Was it hers? His?

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