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to denying himself whatever pleasure he desired, wasn’t sure he
could restrain himself that way.
    “Thank you.”
    He wanted to tell her not to thank him, he’d done nothing to
deserve it, but her hands were already unsnapping his jeans, reaching for his
zipper, and the ability to speak deserted him.
    Carefully releasing his grip on her nape, he grasped the
chair’s arms instead, held on for all he was worth, determined to allow her to
do whatever she wanted without interference. The zipper rasped in descent and
he squeezed his eyes shut, hardly daring to breathe in case she changed her
mind, now desperate to feel her hands on his throbbing cock. She parted his fly
and Jakuta shuddered, inhaled, held his breath.
    “Oh.”
    If there was anything more guaranteed to inflate a man’s
ego, and his cock, than that appreciative, slightly astonished sound, he didn’t
know what it was. Prying his eyes open, he looked down to where her hands, so
pale in contrast to his dark skin, hovered over his jutting flesh and his balls
contracted in glorious anticipation.
    When her small, plump fingers closed around him, Jakuta’s
legs trembled and he instinctively arched, hips thrusting under the stimulus of
her slow, twisting caress. Pre-cum beaded on the tip of his cock and she swiped
her thumb over it, spreading the slick liquid, using it to lubricate the slide
of her hands. Lightning sparked out from his belly and he heard her little gasp
as it rushed from his skin into hers. Gràinne’s hands tightened, swept down to
the root, back up to just below the flaring head.
    “I want to taste you.” They were still forehead-to-forehead,
but he glimpsed the tip of her tongue as it swiped across her lips.
    “By the Orixás, no .” Shudders swept him from head to
toes, making goose bumps pop up over every inch of his body. “If you put your
mouth on me, I’m going to come.” He was already close just from her caresses.
    “Is that a bad thing?” A note of amusement overlaid the
sensual voice.
    How could he explain? He couldn’t bear the thought of
sharing something so intimate with her, knowing what might yet come. Knowing
she was prepared to die, was even resigned to death, made the possibility all
too real.
    “This whole thing was a bad idea.” But it was getting more
difficult to speak, to think. Gràinne’s hands were working him, milking and
squeezing with tender ferocity, taking him to the point of no return with
shocking swiftness. He wanted to kiss her, bury his cock in her heat, take her
with him into the mindless frenzy of ecstasy when he came. The need was so
strong he had to tighten his grip on the chair so as not to make it a reality.
    “No.” She was trembling, knees clenching and relaxing in a
primal rhythm against his sides. “No, it was a wonderful idea. Oh Goddess—” She
shuddered, her fingers faltering in their movements. “Oh Goddess. You’re so
hard, feel so good. I want…I want…”
    He knew what she wanted, and he wanted it just as badly. But
just as fear stopped her taking what she needed, his promise to her kept him
where he was, going insane with the power of the storm she brought to life
inside him.
    Uncontrolled sounds broke wild from his throat and bursts of
electricity fired out from his core, making the lights in the room dip and
flare. Gràinne shuddered, one hand dropping to cup his balls, thumb of the
other playing with the sensitive tendon at the underside of his cock, sending
him spiraling toward orgasm. He tried to hold back, wanting it to last as long
as possible, but she whispered his name with a kind of strangled wonder, and
Jakuta knew himself completely, irredeemably lost.
    Lifting his head to the ceiling, he arched, entire body
going into rigor, sparks rushing down his spine into his aching balls, cock
hurting for that first shattering pulse of release.
    He wasn’t expecting to feel the wet heat of her mouth
surround his cock head, and the shock of it suspended the orgasm for