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Authors: Christine Warren
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themselves in his hair and he grunted in satisfaction. She tasted like spice and warm cream, and he wanted to lap her up until he lacked the strength to lick his whiskers.
“Rafe! God, how do you do this to me?”
He didn’t answer, just set his mouth to her other nipple and drew on it just as fiercely. She moaned his name and cradled him to her, her body already shifting restlessly against him. His hands insinuated themselves between their bodies and attacked her jeans, yanking the zipper the rest of the way down and then peeling the heavy, clinging fabric off her hips. She helped him, lifting her hips off the table, raising her knees to bring them into reach. He snarled at the way it put the cloth like a barrier between them, but as he took her panties down too, her bare flesh distracted him. He tugged the whole lot past her knees until he realized he’d have to step further away from her to pull them the rest of the way off. And that was not going to happen.
Leaving the fabric tangled around her ankles, he braced her feet against the edge of the table and grasped her knees, spreading them wide to make room for himself. Then he grabbed her hips and pulled them forward until her bottom bumped against her heels and she perched there, completely open to him. He shrugged out of his jacket as if it were on fire and reached down to open his pants. He grunted in satisfaction when he felt Tess’s hands on his shirt, fumbling with the buttons for a second before she uttered a frustrated cry and tore the fabric open. Buttons flew in all directions, clattering against the walls and the wood of the floor, but Rafe could see Tess’s gaze glued to his bare chest and felt a swell of pride.
If both of them hadn’t been so frantic, he might have taken a moment to savor the feel of her hands on him or the appreciative look in her eyes, but he 58
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couldn’t wait another minute to be inside her. He yanked down his zipper and freed his cock, guiding it to her dripping entrance. Poised there for a brief moment, he looked down into her eyes and felt an unfamiliar wave of possessiveness wash through him. “Mine,” he growled, though he’d never said the word before in connection to a woman.
He felt his lip curl and his fangs extend, and he watched her eyes widen as he gathered himself and drove hard and deep to her core with one heavy thrust.
She screamed and parted like liquid velvet around him.
“Yes,” he hissed, coming to rest deep inside her, buried to the hilt in her tight, hot core. She felt like heaven. She rippled around his cock the same way she’d rippled around his fingers, with slow, hot pulses and the slick flood of cream he knew he wanted to taste before too much longer. But not now. Now he wanted to fuck her until she came apart around him and he spilled himself in her honeyed heat.
Bracing his hands on the table beside her head and his feet on the parquet floor, he let his muscles gather and began to pull back from her clinging heat.
“Wait! Wait.” She gasped and moaned, shifting restlessly beneath him. “Not yet. Can’t…I can’t. Not yet.”
He growled and continued to withdraw, sliding through her wet channel with slippery ease. Or it would have been easy, if she weren’t so tight and snug around his cock. Her pussy felt like a fist gripping him, and it was driving him crazy.
“You can. You will. Now.”
He heard her moan, whimper, heard a breathless sob as her body struggled to adjust to him. He knew he should go easy on her, give her time to get used to him, but he couldn’t. He needed her too badly to be kind. All he could do was try not to hurt her and make sure she came as violently as he intended to.
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His hips stopped when she held just the head of his cock inside her. He wanted to withdraw all the way so he could savor that first, maddening stretch as he entered her again, but he couldn’t bear to separate himself from her heat.
This would
“Rafe! God, how do you do this to me?”
He didn’t answer, just set his mouth to her other nipple and drew on it just as fiercely. She moaned his name and cradled him to her, her body already shifting restlessly against him. His hands insinuated themselves between their bodies and attacked her jeans, yanking the zipper the rest of the way down and then peeling the heavy, clinging fabric off her hips. She helped him, lifting her hips off the table, raising her knees to bring them into reach. He snarled at the way it put the cloth like a barrier between them, but as he took her panties down too, her bare flesh distracted him. He tugged the whole lot past her knees until he realized he’d have to step further away from her to pull them the rest of the way off. And that was not going to happen.
Leaving the fabric tangled around her ankles, he braced her feet against the edge of the table and grasped her knees, spreading them wide to make room for himself. Then he grabbed her hips and pulled them forward until her bottom bumped against her heels and she perched there, completely open to him. He shrugged out of his jacket as if it were on fire and reached down to open his pants. He grunted in satisfaction when he felt Tess’s hands on his shirt, fumbling with the buttons for a second before she uttered a frustrated cry and tore the fabric open. Buttons flew in all directions, clattering against the walls and the wood of the floor, but Rafe could see Tess’s gaze glued to his bare chest and felt a swell of pride.
If both of them hadn’t been so frantic, he might have taken a moment to savor the feel of her hands on him or the appreciative look in her eyes, but he 58
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couldn’t wait another minute to be inside her. He yanked down his zipper and freed his cock, guiding it to her dripping entrance. Poised there for a brief moment, he looked down into her eyes and felt an unfamiliar wave of possessiveness wash through him. “Mine,” he growled, though he’d never said the word before in connection to a woman.
He felt his lip curl and his fangs extend, and he watched her eyes widen as he gathered himself and drove hard and deep to her core with one heavy thrust.
She screamed and parted like liquid velvet around him.
“Yes,” he hissed, coming to rest deep inside her, buried to the hilt in her tight, hot core. She felt like heaven. She rippled around his cock the same way she’d rippled around his fingers, with slow, hot pulses and the slick flood of cream he knew he wanted to taste before too much longer. But not now. Now he wanted to fuck her until she came apart around him and he spilled himself in her honeyed heat.
Bracing his hands on the table beside her head and his feet on the parquet floor, he let his muscles gather and began to pull back from her clinging heat.
“Wait! Wait.” She gasped and moaned, shifting restlessly beneath him. “Not yet. Can’t…I can’t. Not yet.”
He growled and continued to withdraw, sliding through her wet channel with slippery ease. Or it would have been easy, if she weren’t so tight and snug around his cock. Her pussy felt like a fist gripping him, and it was driving him crazy.
“You can. You will. Now.”
He heard her moan, whimper, heard a breathless sob as her body struggled to adjust to him. He knew he should go easy on her, give her time to get used to him, but he couldn’t. He needed her too badly to be kind. All he could do was try not to hurt her and make sure she came as violently as he intended to.
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His hips stopped when she held just the head of his cock inside her. He wanted to withdraw all the way so he could savor that first, maddening stretch as he entered her again, but he couldn’t bear to separate himself from her heat.
This would
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