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what he did so long as he kept touching her and feeding the fires burning out of control. If he stopped, she knew she wouldn’t survive. There was no way this much need could be ignored. She had to appease it.
One way or another, Toren was going to give her what she wanted.
He eased her back on the rumpled bed, his face a mask of determination. “Lie still.” His rough whisper left no room for question. That wasn’t a request; it was a command.
His gaze bore down on her, pinning her in place. With the bright sunlight streaming in through the windows, every inch of his naked body was put on display for her to delight in. She hadn’t been wrong about the color of his skin. There was a warmer glow to it now, though she wasn’t sure if it was because of his time here on Earth, or because of his heightened arousal.
And it definitely was heightened. His erection thrust out proudly, dark and thick. Her mouth watered at the sight, and a clenching need filled her belly.
He lifted her foot, pressing a kiss against the inside of her ankle. His hair swirled around her toes, dragging up her leg as his kisses progressed along her calf. As he moved, his hold became firmer, spreading her thighs wider with each hot, wet kiss.
Adria stopped thinking and simply enjoyed letting him do as he pleased. The heat of his skin blasted out of him in waves. Her whole body was trembling, and yet she could not find the ability to speak and tell him to hurry the hell up. Everything he did drove her higher, stretched her tighter, until she was sure she was brittle enough to shatter.
He gazed up at her from between her thighs, his eyes midnight purple, like his hair. His long, black lashes were low, and color burned in his cheeks. The contrast of his pale hands on her darker thighs only highlighted their differences. His strength made her feel safe, and yet somehow gave her a dangerous thrill. His determination warned her that he was going to get his way, and yet she couldn’t find the room to rebel at the notion.
He offered her another wicked smile and lowered his head. He didn’t just kiss her or lick her—he feasted on her, putting every ounce of his formidable power into tilting her world on its axis. And then he did that thing with his tongue right against her clit.
She lit up with sensations too intense to be called pleasure. It charged through her, taking control of her arms and legs. Her body arched up off the bed, and she grabbed his head in an effort to find some hold on reality.
It did no good. She spun away in a vortex of Toren’s creation, with no say over where she landed. Her orgasm hit fast and hard, giving her no room to breathe. There was nothing she could do to slow it down or stave it off. As sharp as the edge of a blade, the pleasure sliced through her, leaving her panting, filled with a languid weakness.
Toren gave her no time to recover. He slid up her body, filling her with one long, slow stroke. Little tremors fluttered along his cock as the aftermath of what he’d done to her. She felt him shudder with each one as his mouth moved over her throat and jaw.
Low sounds of his restraint vibrated against her skin. His hot breath made the hair plastered to her temples sway slightly. Again, whatever language he spoke spilled from him like music, and with each passing second, she could feel some kind of power gathering nearby to surround them. The rest of the world was shut out. Unimportant. All that mattered was the two of them entwined together.
He began to move, pulling from her only to fill her once again. The storm of lust he’d driven away only moments ago began to gather again.
This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. Adria didn’t react like this with men. She didn’t give herself over to them, or allow herself to be swept away by physical sensation. That was fleeting and meaningless.
And yet what she shared with Toren now felt anything but. She barely knew him, but when he’d touched her mind, she’d
One way or another, Toren was going to give her what she wanted.
He eased her back on the rumpled bed, his face a mask of determination. “Lie still.” His rough whisper left no room for question. That wasn’t a request; it was a command.
His gaze bore down on her, pinning her in place. With the bright sunlight streaming in through the windows, every inch of his naked body was put on display for her to delight in. She hadn’t been wrong about the color of his skin. There was a warmer glow to it now, though she wasn’t sure if it was because of his time here on Earth, or because of his heightened arousal.
And it definitely was heightened. His erection thrust out proudly, dark and thick. Her mouth watered at the sight, and a clenching need filled her belly.
He lifted her foot, pressing a kiss against the inside of her ankle. His hair swirled around her toes, dragging up her leg as his kisses progressed along her calf. As he moved, his hold became firmer, spreading her thighs wider with each hot, wet kiss.
Adria stopped thinking and simply enjoyed letting him do as he pleased. The heat of his skin blasted out of him in waves. Her whole body was trembling, and yet she could not find the ability to speak and tell him to hurry the hell up. Everything he did drove her higher, stretched her tighter, until she was sure she was brittle enough to shatter.
He gazed up at her from between her thighs, his eyes midnight purple, like his hair. His long, black lashes were low, and color burned in his cheeks. The contrast of his pale hands on her darker thighs only highlighted their differences. His strength made her feel safe, and yet somehow gave her a dangerous thrill. His determination warned her that he was going to get his way, and yet she couldn’t find the room to rebel at the notion.
He offered her another wicked smile and lowered his head. He didn’t just kiss her or lick her—he feasted on her, putting every ounce of his formidable power into tilting her world on its axis. And then he did that thing with his tongue right against her clit.
She lit up with sensations too intense to be called pleasure. It charged through her, taking control of her arms and legs. Her body arched up off the bed, and she grabbed his head in an effort to find some hold on reality.
It did no good. She spun away in a vortex of Toren’s creation, with no say over where she landed. Her orgasm hit fast and hard, giving her no room to breathe. There was nothing she could do to slow it down or stave it off. As sharp as the edge of a blade, the pleasure sliced through her, leaving her panting, filled with a languid weakness.
Toren gave her no time to recover. He slid up her body, filling her with one long, slow stroke. Little tremors fluttered along his cock as the aftermath of what he’d done to her. She felt him shudder with each one as his mouth moved over her throat and jaw.
Low sounds of his restraint vibrated against her skin. His hot breath made the hair plastered to her temples sway slightly. Again, whatever language he spoke spilled from him like music, and with each passing second, she could feel some kind of power gathering nearby to surround them. The rest of the world was shut out. Unimportant. All that mattered was the two of them entwined together.
He began to move, pulling from her only to fill her once again. The storm of lust he’d driven away only moments ago began to gather again.
This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. Adria didn’t react like this with men. She didn’t give herself over to them, or allow herself to be swept away by physical sensation. That was fleeting and meaningless.
And yet what she shared with Toren now felt anything but. She barely knew him, but when he’d touched her mind, she’d
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