Page 95 of Killer Secrets (Tempting SEALs 5)

His finger stroked inside her again, just enough to have her screaming breathlessly for more.

"So soft and hot. So tight and sweet." He rubbed at the entrance as Kira felt more of her juices coating her flesh.

Kira dug her heels into the bed, her hips arching closer.

"Oh God, Ian." Weak, desperate, her cry tore from her throat as another finger began to play, lower, along the snug opening to her rear.

"You've never been taken here, have you, Kira?" The tip penetrated, just enough, just enough to tug at the nerve-rich area with brutal sensuality.

Her eyes closed. She knew what was coming. She knew . . .

"Ian!" She screamed as his finger penetrated deeper. Just a little bit deeper, then retreated.

His mouth covered her clit as she felt him moving, reaching, the sound of the drawer at the bedside table slamming shut a second later.

She couldn't place the sounds, only the soul-deep knowledge that if he took her there, he was possessing more than just her body.

She had never been taken anally. Seductive toys during masturbation didn't count. The fact that each time she had done so her fantasies had revolved around Ian, did matter. The fact that she could feel his fingers, now slick with lubrication, caressing her there, that sure as hell mattered.

"You don't know what you're doing," she moaned. "You don't understand."

Pleasure was curling up her spine in frantic fingers of sensation as she felt his finger, slick, warm, ease slowly into the tight entrance of her rear as two fingers eased into the frantic, clenching entrance of her pussy.

Neither penetration was deep, neither should have had the effect it did. Flames burned at her, licking over her flesh, as pleasure streaked through every cell of her body and her breath caught in her throat.

Ian's lips covered her clit as her legs lifted, arching her hips higher, a foot bracing on his shoulder as the other flexed on the back of his shoulders. She was opening herself to him and she knew it, giving him access, giving him permission.

He groaned against her clit as he slid fingers deeper inside her.

Kira slid her fingers from his hair, the pleasure swamping her as she cupped her breasts, her fingers playing with her nipples, pulling at them, increasing the fiery sensations destroying her.

She was lost in him now. She couldn't help it. The pleasure was too much to bear, too much to fight. She tilted her hips higher, moaning in ecstasy as his fingers slid deeper inside her. Not deep enough though, not nearly deep enough.

The two fingers slid from her pussy as her own pinched at her nipples, increasing the sensations. His tongue, wicked and hungry, moved between the folds of flesh to flicker over the clenching entrance to her vagina as the finger slid deeper up her rear.

"Ian. God. Please. I can't stand it. I can't." Her feet were braced on both shoulders now, her hips tilted further, easing the penetration of the two fingers sliding slowly inside her rear.

The stretching burn stole her breath. She could feel the fingers easing inside her by slow degrees, penetrating her, preparing her.

"It's okay, Kira." He kissed at the folds of her pussy gently, sucked at the flesh and laved it with his tongue. "I'll take care of you."

Her head thrashed against the bed. He was killing her.

The fingers in her rear slid deep in the next stroke, his tongue pushed inside the gripping channel of her pussy and Kira knew she was losing the battle.

"Fuck me!" she snarled. "Now!"

"I don't want to fuck you, Kira. Isn't there another option?" His voice was grating, his own hunger, his lust, thickening the tone as she cried out, the sound harsh and desperate.

There was only one other option and it wasn't acceptable. It just wasn't.

"Then I'll fuck you," she groaned. "Please, Ian, I can't stand this."

His fingers shifted inside her, stretching her as they scissored apart and caused the flames burning across her flesh to intensify. Perspiration ran in rivulets over her body now, soaking her flesh, dampening her hair, as she tried to hold on to her senses.

His tongue stroked inside her pussy again, his fingers pumped slowly inside her rear. The alternating strokes were killing her, holding her just a breath from orgasm and building the heat beneath her flesh higher.

Pleasure this destructive should be outlawed. It was a pleasure that went beyond the physical, a pleasure that sealed a woman to the man giving it.

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