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know that – especially after…” A deep, soul-crushing sigh left his lungs.
“I just want you, Mac. Right here, right now, only you. Make me forget about everything except for you. For the next seven days, be mine and I will be yours.”
The need to bury himself deep inside of her was too great. “I wish I could resist you, Hannah. I want you too much but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I mean what I said. Even the pieces of yourself that you’re afraid to show me. I won’t break, Mac.” She weaved her hands to the back of his neck and moved her hips until the warm, slick heat between her thighs pressed against his painfully rigid arousal.
Though he longed to plunge into the depths of her core, Mac knew he was much larger than most men. Hannah deserved something better than a few rough thrusts, even if she said she would take him however he wanted her. He kissed her hard before sliding down her body. Mac planted a few open mouthed kisses along her collarbone, slowly making his way to the valley between her breasts.
Soft little pants escaped from her lips and her hands gripped the sheets, trembling, as if she didn’t fully comprehend what was going to happen next. It merely stoked the flames of lust burning inside him and pushed thoughts of his own release to the back of his mind. Right now, all Mac could think about was pleasing Hannah.
As he flicked his tongue over the hardened bud atop her left breast, she arched her back and gasped. Mac grinned before nipping at the sensitive flesh with his teeth. The moans that fled from her throat told him she enjoyed his ministrations, even the rougher touches. He soothed the flesh with a long, languid swipe of his tongue and then nibbled again. She cried out his name, thrusting her hips against his chest and a gush of moisture surged over his skin.
Thrilled with the knowledge that he could make her feel so good, Mackenzie gave her other breast an equal amount of attention. Her reaction sent him spiralling over the edge. The lines between lust and emotions blended until he couldn’t distinguish between the two. When she cried out a second time, he reached down to the juncture between her thighs, located the firm nub of sensitive flesh and pinched it gently, rolling it between his fingers to prolong her release.
“Oh God, Mac!”
“Hannah,” he murmured, nudging her thighs apart with his shoulders.
“W-what are you d-doing?”
He glanced at her face over the pale contours of her body and chuckled. “What does it look like?” Hannah stared at him through heavy-lidded eyes and with trembling lips. Had she never experienced a satisfying release before now? Had no man attempted what he was about to? The thought made him curse silently and make a soundless promise to show her what she’d been missing. “Just relax, sweetheart.”
When her head rested on the pillows, he slid his hands under her backside, lifting her closer to his mouth. His breath hardly reached her when Hannah moaned, prompting a long and firm stoke of his tongue over that most sensitive bud. Her sweet and tangy scent enveloped him, tasting better than he could have imagined. She shuddered beneath him and he knew she was losing all sense of time and space.
For the second time that day, Hannah began to experience a tumult of liquid fire building up in her lower abdomen. Now that she knew what it meant, what it felt like, she desperately wanted the sensation again. She wanted all of it, everything that Mackenzie could give, even if he would never truly belong to her.
Heated ribbons swelled and rippled down to her toes. Hannah trembled, splintering beneath his talented mouth. Just as she came undone, gasping with his name on her lips, Mac thrust one thick, warm finger deep inside her and pressed against the bundle of nerves. The shock of it, mingled with the last remnants of tremors pushed her over the edge once more.
While Hannah was distracted by the sensations in her body, Mac chose
“I just want you, Mac. Right here, right now, only you. Make me forget about everything except for you. For the next seven days, be mine and I will be yours.”
The need to bury himself deep inside of her was too great. “I wish I could resist you, Hannah. I want you too much but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I mean what I said. Even the pieces of yourself that you’re afraid to show me. I won’t break, Mac.” She weaved her hands to the back of his neck and moved her hips until the warm, slick heat between her thighs pressed against his painfully rigid arousal.
Though he longed to plunge into the depths of her core, Mac knew he was much larger than most men. Hannah deserved something better than a few rough thrusts, even if she said she would take him however he wanted her. He kissed her hard before sliding down her body. Mac planted a few open mouthed kisses along her collarbone, slowly making his way to the valley between her breasts.
Soft little pants escaped from her lips and her hands gripped the sheets, trembling, as if she didn’t fully comprehend what was going to happen next. It merely stoked the flames of lust burning inside him and pushed thoughts of his own release to the back of his mind. Right now, all Mac could think about was pleasing Hannah.
As he flicked his tongue over the hardened bud atop her left breast, she arched her back and gasped. Mac grinned before nipping at the sensitive flesh with his teeth. The moans that fled from her throat told him she enjoyed his ministrations, even the rougher touches. He soothed the flesh with a long, languid swipe of his tongue and then nibbled again. She cried out his name, thrusting her hips against his chest and a gush of moisture surged over his skin.
Thrilled with the knowledge that he could make her feel so good, Mackenzie gave her other breast an equal amount of attention. Her reaction sent him spiralling over the edge. The lines between lust and emotions blended until he couldn’t distinguish between the two. When she cried out a second time, he reached down to the juncture between her thighs, located the firm nub of sensitive flesh and pinched it gently, rolling it between his fingers to prolong her release.
“Oh God, Mac!”
“Hannah,” he murmured, nudging her thighs apart with his shoulders.
“W-what are you d-doing?”
He glanced at her face over the pale contours of her body and chuckled. “What does it look like?” Hannah stared at him through heavy-lidded eyes and with trembling lips. Had she never experienced a satisfying release before now? Had no man attempted what he was about to? The thought made him curse silently and make a soundless promise to show her what she’d been missing. “Just relax, sweetheart.”
When her head rested on the pillows, he slid his hands under her backside, lifting her closer to his mouth. His breath hardly reached her when Hannah moaned, prompting a long and firm stoke of his tongue over that most sensitive bud. Her sweet and tangy scent enveloped him, tasting better than he could have imagined. She shuddered beneath him and he knew she was losing all sense of time and space.
For the second time that day, Hannah began to experience a tumult of liquid fire building up in her lower abdomen. Now that she knew what it meant, what it felt like, she desperately wanted the sensation again. She wanted all of it, everything that Mackenzie could give, even if he would never truly belong to her.
Heated ribbons swelled and rippled down to her toes. Hannah trembled, splintering beneath his talented mouth. Just as she came undone, gasping with his name on her lips, Mac thrust one thick, warm finger deep inside her and pressed against the bundle of nerves. The shock of it, mingled with the last remnants of tremors pushed her over the edge once more.
While Hannah was distracted by the sensations in her body, Mac chose
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