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her heart Corbin had decided to make her his wife. He’d stopped running. He was willing to give her a special place in his heart.
He towered over her, spreading her legs with his knees as he brushed her body with his, dropping soft kisses against her lips while driving her mad with the growing need for his touch. His tongue parted her lips, and he kissed her like he planned to be right there doing the same thing this time next week. He wedged his tongue between her lips and left her longing for more of his affection.
“I won’t hurt you, Bella,” he promised, relaxing his grip, grinding between her legs, until she was panting, moaning, and biting back a real hankering to scream. She wasn’t embarrassed by her own heat, but she was quite aware of her swollen clit, the warmth between her legs, and the dire need she possessed. The full-throttle urgency consumed her, rushing through her veins like alcohol and making her intoxicated, totally high.
Bella ached for his touch, longed for his hand. Oh yes, she was quite convinced the hottest heat wave Texas had ever gauged was settled between her legs, contained deep inside her pussy. Only one man could cool down the burn. Only one cowboy could ease the pain, but first he’d torture her with a small taste of pure pleasure, foreplay she’d never forget.
Bella gripped Corbin’s shoulders, riding the covered length he allowed her to feel, the erection pulsing under his denim pants, bulging for freedom. She clawed at his buttons, ripping them, tugging them free from the aggravating slits, wise to the fact she was greedy, acting like a lost lover feeling her way through the darkness, hoping to find her way home.
Corbin took her hand in his and raked her fingers across his lips. Kissing them, he whispered, “Easy, Bella. We have all night.”
But she didn’t want all night. She wanted to take what was hers to have.
Bella had waited, lurked in the shadows of an unexplainable agony only a woman in love could understand. She’d stood by as the man she desired penetrated another, made love to a stranger, while she’d witnessed the pleasure his body delivered. Without a doubt, after what Bella viewed, after what she endured and barely survived, she understood the havoc lust could bring when desire was fueled by love.
She pushed her hand down the front of Corbin’s pants, fighting for a good grip as she freed him. Touching his shape, she caressed the heavily veined flesh, tracing his thickness.
Returning to his middle, she glided upward, sliding her palms across his chest, but itching to hold him, stroke him. Returning to his lips, she braced for another ravenous kiss, his sweet taste filling her senses the moment their mouths met.
She held him to her lips, kissing him like a woman who would never find enough in one kiss, who would always seek more than she’d gain in the next. She straddled him then. Leaving his mouth, Bella took advantage of her position and the new wave of overpowering lust. She was hungry for more than she’d ever been permitted to taste.
Hoping Corbin wouldn’t stop her, Bella used her body and groveled for penetration. Her mind churned with explicit ideas as she rubbed her pussy against his heated skin.
“Easy, Bella,” Corbin warned, stopping her from achieving orgasm as she ground against him, rubbing her clit against his skin. He placed his hand between his rigid cock and her damp pussy.
“You don’t play fair.”
He grinned as he watched her. Clasping her wrists, he flipped her over and pinned her against the mattress, shoving her arms high above her head. He dipped his head and aroused her, lapping at the hard point of one nipple and then the other, licking through the lace bodice until she was writhing under him.
“Slow and easy, baby,” he whispered. Corbin lifted her gown, bringing the material to her hips. He stared at her pussy like he was surprised to find her bare, and equally as pleased to discover she wasn’t wearing
He towered over her, spreading her legs with his knees as he brushed her body with his, dropping soft kisses against her lips while driving her mad with the growing need for his touch. His tongue parted her lips, and he kissed her like he planned to be right there doing the same thing this time next week. He wedged his tongue between her lips and left her longing for more of his affection.
“I won’t hurt you, Bella,” he promised, relaxing his grip, grinding between her legs, until she was panting, moaning, and biting back a real hankering to scream. She wasn’t embarrassed by her own heat, but she was quite aware of her swollen clit, the warmth between her legs, and the dire need she possessed. The full-throttle urgency consumed her, rushing through her veins like alcohol and making her intoxicated, totally high.
Bella ached for his touch, longed for his hand. Oh yes, she was quite convinced the hottest heat wave Texas had ever gauged was settled between her legs, contained deep inside her pussy. Only one man could cool down the burn. Only one cowboy could ease the pain, but first he’d torture her with a small taste of pure pleasure, foreplay she’d never forget.
Bella gripped Corbin’s shoulders, riding the covered length he allowed her to feel, the erection pulsing under his denim pants, bulging for freedom. She clawed at his buttons, ripping them, tugging them free from the aggravating slits, wise to the fact she was greedy, acting like a lost lover feeling her way through the darkness, hoping to find her way home.
Corbin took her hand in his and raked her fingers across his lips. Kissing them, he whispered, “Easy, Bella. We have all night.”
But she didn’t want all night. She wanted to take what was hers to have.
Bella had waited, lurked in the shadows of an unexplainable agony only a woman in love could understand. She’d stood by as the man she desired penetrated another, made love to a stranger, while she’d witnessed the pleasure his body delivered. Without a doubt, after what Bella viewed, after what she endured and barely survived, she understood the havoc lust could bring when desire was fueled by love.
She pushed her hand down the front of Corbin’s pants, fighting for a good grip as she freed him. Touching his shape, she caressed the heavily veined flesh, tracing his thickness.
Returning to his middle, she glided upward, sliding her palms across his chest, but itching to hold him, stroke him. Returning to his lips, she braced for another ravenous kiss, his sweet taste filling her senses the moment their mouths met.
She held him to her lips, kissing him like a woman who would never find enough in one kiss, who would always seek more than she’d gain in the next. She straddled him then. Leaving his mouth, Bella took advantage of her position and the new wave of overpowering lust. She was hungry for more than she’d ever been permitted to taste.
Hoping Corbin wouldn’t stop her, Bella used her body and groveled for penetration. Her mind churned with explicit ideas as she rubbed her pussy against his heated skin.
“Easy, Bella,” Corbin warned, stopping her from achieving orgasm as she ground against him, rubbing her clit against his skin. He placed his hand between his rigid cock and her damp pussy.
“You don’t play fair.”
He grinned as he watched her. Clasping her wrists, he flipped her over and pinned her against the mattress, shoving her arms high above her head. He dipped his head and aroused her, lapping at the hard point of one nipple and then the other, licking through the lace bodice until she was writhing under him.
“Slow and easy, baby,” he whispered. Corbin lifted her gown, bringing the material to her hips. He stared at her pussy like he was surprised to find her bare, and equally as pleased to discover she wasn’t wearing
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