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traced his shoulder, played delicately with the strong cage of his ribs before moving involuntarily down to the taut flat planes of his stomach.
She felt the muscles clench, and unconsciously her tongue edged out and ran a tentative path along her lower lip.
'Dios? Alejandro cursed in husky remonstrance, 'If you don't stop now, I will pass the limit of my control.'
She looked at him carefully and glimpsed the latent passion, the heated desire barely masked.
A feeling of power raced through her veins, building until she felt like a goddess in charge of something so infinitely precious, so rare that only she could grant him the release he sought.
With deliberate slowness she trailed her fingers to trace the length of his distended shaft. Fascinated, she afforded it a gentle tactile exploration, feeling it engorge further beneath her featherlight touch.
'I don't want your control.' Her voice was a husky enticement, and she heard his deep despairing groan followed by the sound of silk being torn from hair-roughened skin.
'Dear God,' he responded piously, 'I doubt you would condone my lack of it.'
With extreme care he prepared her to accept him, and she arched instinctively, welcoming the intrusion as he gained entry. The feeling was intense as moist tissues stretched to accommodate his length, and she exulted in the total enclosure.
It was almost as if this were their first time together, and she experienced a sense of wonder in his possession-
As crazy as it seemed, she could feeI the blood vessels engorge as she encased him, the spasmodic action of inner muscles as they sought to encourage and match his rhythm.
It was almost as if her body recognised what her conscious mind was reluctant to accept, urging a blatant display of passion that was vaguely shocking.
With the grace of an uninhibited Circe she traced the length of his spine, then gently kneaded his tightly muscled flank. Almost of their own volition her fingers trailed to his hip, then began a slow exploratory inner path to the highly sensitised base of his sex.
Gently, very gently she squeezed the sensitive glans, and exulted in his indrawn breath. Not content, she initiated a seeking path with her lips until they discovered a sensitive male nipple, and she suckled shamelessly, nipping occasionally with her teeth until she felt his powerful body shuddered in the initial throes of sensual ecstasy.
She wanted... Dear heaven, what did she want? More, more than this carefully controlled pacing, All of him, plunging deep inside her in a torrent of wild strokes that would take them both to the heights.
Elise was hardly conscious of the soft sounds emerging from her throat as her body reacted with instinctive ease, lifting, angling with a will of its own as she intuitively matched each and every one of his movements.
His hands on either side of her shoulders braced his weight, and she met his mouth hungrily as it closed over hers, his kiss so deep, so consummate, it mirrored the sexual act itself in an erotic joining that culminated in a wild journey to the centre of her sensual universe.
Her mind might deny any conscious acknowledgement of her primeval soul, but every sensitive chord in her awakened body was attuned to this one man, honed by his expertise, tutored with a mesmeric passion that surpassed every restrictive boundary.
There could be no vestige of doubt that she was his. The traitorous proof was apparent in every sensitive nerve-ending, the acute vibrancy that thrummed through her veins, heating her blood to a fervent flame of desire that could only lead to a conflagration of all the senses. Passion—pagan, primitive, and wildly erotic.
When it was finally over, she was so emotionally enervated that she doubted her ability to move so much as a muscle.
She felt tinglingly alive, as if every nerve-ending had become acutely sensitised by his touch, yet drowsy and
She felt the muscles clench, and unconsciously her tongue edged out and ran a tentative path along her lower lip.
'Dios? Alejandro cursed in husky remonstrance, 'If you don't stop now, I will pass the limit of my control.'
She looked at him carefully and glimpsed the latent passion, the heated desire barely masked.
A feeling of power raced through her veins, building until she felt like a goddess in charge of something so infinitely precious, so rare that only she could grant him the release he sought.
With deliberate slowness she trailed her fingers to trace the length of his distended shaft. Fascinated, she afforded it a gentle tactile exploration, feeling it engorge further beneath her featherlight touch.
'I don't want your control.' Her voice was a husky enticement, and she heard his deep despairing groan followed by the sound of silk being torn from hair-roughened skin.
'Dear God,' he responded piously, 'I doubt you would condone my lack of it.'
With extreme care he prepared her to accept him, and she arched instinctively, welcoming the intrusion as he gained entry. The feeling was intense as moist tissues stretched to accommodate his length, and she exulted in the total enclosure.
It was almost as if this were their first time together, and she experienced a sense of wonder in his possession-
As crazy as it seemed, she could feeI the blood vessels engorge as she encased him, the spasmodic action of inner muscles as they sought to encourage and match his rhythm.
It was almost as if her body recognised what her conscious mind was reluctant to accept, urging a blatant display of passion that was vaguely shocking.
With the grace of an uninhibited Circe she traced the length of his spine, then gently kneaded his tightly muscled flank. Almost of their own volition her fingers trailed to his hip, then began a slow exploratory inner path to the highly sensitised base of his sex.
Gently, very gently she squeezed the sensitive glans, and exulted in his indrawn breath. Not content, she initiated a seeking path with her lips until they discovered a sensitive male nipple, and she suckled shamelessly, nipping occasionally with her teeth until she felt his powerful body shuddered in the initial throes of sensual ecstasy.
She wanted... Dear heaven, what did she want? More, more than this carefully controlled pacing, All of him, plunging deep inside her in a torrent of wild strokes that would take them both to the heights.
Elise was hardly conscious of the soft sounds emerging from her throat as her body reacted with instinctive ease, lifting, angling with a will of its own as she intuitively matched each and every one of his movements.
His hands on either side of her shoulders braced his weight, and she met his mouth hungrily as it closed over hers, his kiss so deep, so consummate, it mirrored the sexual act itself in an erotic joining that culminated in a wild journey to the centre of her sensual universe.
Her mind might deny any conscious acknowledgement of her primeval soul, but every sensitive chord in her awakened body was attuned to this one man, honed by his expertise, tutored with a mesmeric passion that surpassed every restrictive boundary.
There could be no vestige of doubt that she was his. The traitorous proof was apparent in every sensitive nerve-ending, the acute vibrancy that thrummed through her veins, heating her blood to a fervent flame of desire that could only lead to a conflagration of all the senses. Passion—pagan, primitive, and wildly erotic.
When it was finally over, she was so emotionally enervated that she doubted her ability to move so much as a muscle.
She felt tinglingly alive, as if every nerve-ending had become acutely sensitised by his touch, yet drowsy and
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