Page 70 of Killer Secrets (Tempting SEALs 5)

"Damn, you're beautiful," his voice whispered across her senses as he broke the kiss, his lips moving from hers to her jaw as he ignored her broken cry.

"Ian, please." Her hips arched as his fingers retreated again; this time though they didn't return. They smoothed over her thighs, pressing her legs farther apart as his lips traveled along her neck.

Kira jerked at the restraints on her wrists, her hands itching to feel his flesh beneath them. She gave a whimpering moan as his lips feathered across her nipples. First one, then the other. A teasing, tantalizing touch before he sucked one into his mouth. He laved the tender peak with his tongue, then suckled at it with voracious hunger before continuing on the downward path to her aching pussy.

He couldn't do this. She couldn't allow it. His lips were like a brand against her flesh, sweeping over it with dampened trails of fiery pleasure. She could feel the perspiration building on her flesh, the slick heat of her juices flowing from her pussy, preparing her, increasing the hunger rising inside her.

God help her, she needed. She needed him with a desperation born of some dark hunger that she couldn't explain even within herself.

"Please, Ian. Don't. Don't tease." Her head twisted against the mattress, aching pain building in her chest. She didn't want to lose this need. This pleasure. She didn't want it to build inside her, becoming so sharp and agonizing that the need for orgasm was like a living entity inside her. Only to have it evaporate, die, because her mind refused to release that last shred of control.

He hadn't been the first lover determined to find that inner core inside her. That part of her feminine soul that, once possessed, would never belong to another. He wasn't the first. He wouldn't be the last. But he was the most important.

"Poor Kira," he whispered as he moved between her thighs, wedging into place as he parted her legs further. "Do you want me to stop?"

"This isn't going to work, Ian," she gasped as his fingers smoothed over the cream-slickened flesh of her pussy. "You'll destroy me, but not in the way you believe."

He would steal her ability to orgasm. It always happened.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll take care of you."

The tone of his voice had her eyes opening, her head tilting to stare down at him in dazed fascination. The savage features of his face were taut, his eyes glowing with heat and his lips swollen with lust. But even more surprising was the understanding and knowledge in his eyes.

"I can't give you what you want, Ian," she moaned. "I don't have it."

"You have it, Kira." He pushed her legs farther apart, his head lowering to place a soft, delicate kiss on her clit. "And soon, I'll have it."

It was more than a promise, it was a statement of intent. Ian meant to take all of her.

Kira breathed in deeply. There wasn't enough oxygen. Heat surrounded her, filled her. She felt like the core of a burning sun, waiting to explode but expecting instead the freezing chill of diluted pleasure.

Ian chuckled again, his fingers parting the swollen folds of her sex, his head lowering.

Kira's cry shook her. It tore from her chest, ripped from her throat as he placed his lips over her throbbing clit and kissed it deeply. A kiss. It wasn't suckling pressure, or the rapid flicks of his tongue. It was a purse-lipped kiss that shocked the little bundle of nerves and had it rioting in desperation.

She needed to get closer to that kiss. Her hands clenched around the slender chain of the wrist restraints as her heels dug into the bed and she tried to lift closer, to drive her clit deeper between his lips.

She could feel the sweat beading on her skin now, small rivulets running down her forehead, along her stomach. She was burning alive, desperate. She jerked at the restraint, whimpering cries pouring from her as Ian's lips, tongue, and suckling mouth whipped her into a frenzy of hunger.

It was building. Blazing. She had never needed anything as desperately as she needed Ian now.

"There you go, baby," he crooned huskily, his breath feathering over the ultrasensitive flesh between her thighs. "Just let it feel good."

He kissed again. Firm little kisses. Whispery deeper kisses. He sucked at the swollen folds, each kiss, each lick, each rumbled growl against her flesh growing hungrier.

She should have lost the desire to come three screams ago. Instead, it was building, her cries growing more pathetically pleading. She was begging him for release. She could hear the words, feel the pleas ripping through her body as lust, passion, and emotion began to flame higher and hotter inside her.

"Ian. Now." She arched, fighting the hold he had on her hips. "It's killing me. Please."

Her pussy clenched, spilled more of her juices as his tongue suddenly plunged inside it. But it wasn't enough.

She twisted in his grip as his tongue stroked, licked. Her back arched, her fingers tightened on the chains, and she fought for climax. It was so close. Right there. Waiting on her.

"Damn you, Ian." Her head thrashed on the bed. She tried to trap him in place by tightening her thighs against his head.

Firm hands held her thighs wide, her arching hips angled the entrance to her pussy to his hungry mouth, and he consumed her.

"Fuck!" The rough, snarling groan into the swollen, desperate flesh had her shuddering, struggling. "Sweet Kira. Your pussy is sweet. Hot."

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