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him. His hot gaze raked over her face and she wanted to drown in the icy depths of his eyes. “Relax, Jahara. I offer only pleasure. All of it. All of it will bring you wondrous ecstasy. Trust me.”
Brenimyn rolled her on her back, laying his body across hers. She wanted to protest, to tell him to leave the room, but his fingers tangled in her hair as he took possession of her mouth, leaving no doubt he was taking control. Jahara should have been frightened, should have fought harder against his passionate assault, but everything he was doing to her body only strummed the hungry need building inside her.
His whole being invaded her senses: the comfortable weight of his body settled across her torso; the heat of his skin as his hands explored and seduced; and the taste of wintergreen that filled her mouth when his tongue tangled with hers, delving deeper as if he couldn’t completely get his fill. The breeder’s male scent surrounded her in warm cloud of masculine heat, its aroma heady and erotic.
Brenimyn trailed kisses down her neck, licking and nibbling her flesh, igniting blazing embers of desire everywhere his mouth touched. Jahara’s nerves were raw. Fire burned through her veins. Her head was dizzy with the sensations rippling over her muscles. She couldn’t stop the growing wave of ecstasy pushing her upward, slamming her body with a pulse-pounding need. His hands masterfully stroked her flesh, every touch meant only for her pleasure. She stumbled along the edge of bliss, desperately wanting to fall headlong into total release. The man seemed to revel in his ability to keep her suspended in this needy limbo.
Her hands moved of their own accord, gliding over the ridges of Brenimyn’s back, her nails digging deep half-moons into the flesh of his shoulders. Jahara didn’t know where Ishawny had gone, wasn’t even sure she was still in the room with them until she whispered in Jahara’s ear.
“Ask, Bren. Let him take you to that place of bliss.”
“I don’t need him. Just a neuro stimulator,” Jahara begged.
“What I offer is so much better.” Brenimyn pushed his erection against her hip. “And so much more satisfying.” He kissed her hard and long, stealing what little breath she had. “You just need to trust me.” The man shifted away from her and Jahara moaned at the loss of his weight and heat. His laugh rumbled through her. “I do believe she’s ready, Ishawny.”
“No … it’s not really what I want.” Even in the sexual fog muddling her thoughts, Jahara understood what Brenimyn intended to do— that knowledge warred against her baser needs.
“Brenimyn’s gentle.” Ishawny brushed the hair from her face. “He knows how to pleasure.”
“I am all that is between you and sweet release.” Brenimyn’s fingers flirted with her sex. The man certainly knew his way around the female body.
“We know what you want. Let Brenimyn give that to you.” The liquid heat of Ishawny’s voice comforted her. “Perhaps it will be easier if you don’t watch, Jahara.” The woman’s hands soothed and calmed even as Brenimyn’s stimulated. “Roll over and kneel on the end of the bed. Focus on me. Let us help you crest the final wave. It’s what you want. I feel your hunger.”
Jahara did as Ishawny suggested, coming up on her hands and knees and scooching back to the edge of the bed. Brenimyn’s hands never lost contact with her body. She was so ready to let the orgasm control her.
“I promise you only pleasure, Jahara.” Brenimyn’s teeth rasped along the flesh of her hip, the exquisite pain making her gasp. “I know what your body wants.”
Ishawny stood beside the bed, her hands soothing and caressing. “We want you to feel the euphoric release your body craves.”
The words whispered over her skin shimmied through Jahara. Every nerve ending pulsed and jumped. She inhaled, trying to ease the dizzying sensations filling her head.
Ishawny leaned into her, the woman’s breath
Brenimyn rolled her on her back, laying his body across hers. She wanted to protest, to tell him to leave the room, but his fingers tangled in her hair as he took possession of her mouth, leaving no doubt he was taking control. Jahara should have been frightened, should have fought harder against his passionate assault, but everything he was doing to her body only strummed the hungry need building inside her.
His whole being invaded her senses: the comfortable weight of his body settled across her torso; the heat of his skin as his hands explored and seduced; and the taste of wintergreen that filled her mouth when his tongue tangled with hers, delving deeper as if he couldn’t completely get his fill. The breeder’s male scent surrounded her in warm cloud of masculine heat, its aroma heady and erotic.
Brenimyn trailed kisses down her neck, licking and nibbling her flesh, igniting blazing embers of desire everywhere his mouth touched. Jahara’s nerves were raw. Fire burned through her veins. Her head was dizzy with the sensations rippling over her muscles. She couldn’t stop the growing wave of ecstasy pushing her upward, slamming her body with a pulse-pounding need. His hands masterfully stroked her flesh, every touch meant only for her pleasure. She stumbled along the edge of bliss, desperately wanting to fall headlong into total release. The man seemed to revel in his ability to keep her suspended in this needy limbo.
Her hands moved of their own accord, gliding over the ridges of Brenimyn’s back, her nails digging deep half-moons into the flesh of his shoulders. Jahara didn’t know where Ishawny had gone, wasn’t even sure she was still in the room with them until she whispered in Jahara’s ear.
“Ask, Bren. Let him take you to that place of bliss.”
“I don’t need him. Just a neuro stimulator,” Jahara begged.
“What I offer is so much better.” Brenimyn pushed his erection against her hip. “And so much more satisfying.” He kissed her hard and long, stealing what little breath she had. “You just need to trust me.” The man shifted away from her and Jahara moaned at the loss of his weight and heat. His laugh rumbled through her. “I do believe she’s ready, Ishawny.”
“No … it’s not really what I want.” Even in the sexual fog muddling her thoughts, Jahara understood what Brenimyn intended to do— that knowledge warred against her baser needs.
“Brenimyn’s gentle.” Ishawny brushed the hair from her face. “He knows how to pleasure.”
“I am all that is between you and sweet release.” Brenimyn’s fingers flirted with her sex. The man certainly knew his way around the female body.
“We know what you want. Let Brenimyn give that to you.” The liquid heat of Ishawny’s voice comforted her. “Perhaps it will be easier if you don’t watch, Jahara.” The woman’s hands soothed and calmed even as Brenimyn’s stimulated. “Roll over and kneel on the end of the bed. Focus on me. Let us help you crest the final wave. It’s what you want. I feel your hunger.”
Jahara did as Ishawny suggested, coming up on her hands and knees and scooching back to the edge of the bed. Brenimyn’s hands never lost contact with her body. She was so ready to let the orgasm control her.
“I promise you only pleasure, Jahara.” Brenimyn’s teeth rasped along the flesh of her hip, the exquisite pain making her gasp. “I know what your body wants.”
Ishawny stood beside the bed, her hands soothing and caressing. “We want you to feel the euphoric release your body craves.”
The words whispered over her skin shimmied through Jahara. Every nerve ending pulsed and jumped. She inhaled, trying to ease the dizzying sensations filling her head.
Ishawny leaned into her, the woman’s breath
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