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Authors: Nancy Haviland
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one funeral dress was ruined, torn down the back and ripped away from her body. He left her in her underwear, stockings, and heels.
He barely shifted to remove his own clothes, but skin finally met skin and the first moan to escape was hers.
“Yes, pet. You will give me what I need, hmm?”
Yes. Because you want me.
He spread her legs by inching them apart with his knees, teasing now. She started when she felt two of his fingers drag down from her tailbone and get between her legs where he soon learned the extent of her arousal. He hooked her damp thong over one cheek then swatted the globe hard enough to make her cry out. Desire burst from her pulsing core.
The second moan to come from her sounded when he burrowed that large hand under her navel to lift her, positioning her for entry. The third was one of relief and pleasure when she once more experienced the incredible sensation of this man connecting their bodies. After two long years of remembering and wishing she could have this again, the speed with which he took her was a beautiful gift he gave without even realizing it.
He thrust his strong hips, slowly dragging his smooth head through her wetness a few times before pumping straight in. He wrung the most desperate sounds from her as he stretched her pussy. The jagged, panting gasps made it clear an orgasm was already hovering. That easily. His long fingers grasped her jaw and wrenched her head back. He did that thing again when he pressed their mouths together, but he didn’t kiss her.
“You’ve been waiting for me,” he said in a knowing tone that made her want to swat him.
But how could she deny it? Despite what he’d done to get her here, she couldn’t hide the fact that her body was celebrating this reunion. She was dripping with arousal, her skin singing where it touched his, her heart slamming in time with the erratic thud of his as it beat against her back. Just like the last time, within moments, she was wrapped up in this man who feared no one but God. She felt as if she’d come home.
The thing was, she’d never had a real home, so how could she recognize such a thing in someone who saw her as nothing more than a temporary distraction?
“Yasmeen.”
She squeezed her eyes shut when he licked at the seam of her lips. She felt exposed enough already, and that was not something she was used to. She didn’t share herself. How could she admit to him she’d missed this, had never stopped thinking about him, had dreamed of him, fantasized about him. That would open her up completely, and she didn’t do that for anyone. Not ever. Because it had been proven too many times that people would inevitably pass her up for something better, and she’d be left without the small part of herself she’d given them. Eventually, what would be left of her?
Nothing.
“While I worship within this temple, you will give me what I need.” He worked his hands down to grasp her hips so he could draw his length out then hit so hard she screamed and tried to scramble away from the crushing pleasure. She couldn’t take that. If she accepted it, it would break her. He jerked her back and did it again. It nearly crippled her.
“Goddamn you,” she breathed as her addiction roared to life once more. She pressed her hands into the downy blankets and pushed back. Meeting him. Encouraging him. “Yes! Again. Again, Lucian!” As she demanded more, she squirmed to take him deeper and grabbed at his thigh to bring him as close as possible.
It wasn’t close enough.
“Yes, Yasmeen.” He bucked into her. “This. This is what will save lives.” He clasped her throat as he came off her back and jerked her up onto her knees. He knocked her legs wider so that she fell deeper onto his thrusting cock. One of his hands roughly palmed her breast, his thumb scoring the nipple. “This voice shouting my name. The heat from this body warming my skin.” Right at her ear, he rasped, “This sweet little pussy gripping me as if
He barely shifted to remove his own clothes, but skin finally met skin and the first moan to escape was hers.
“Yes, pet. You will give me what I need, hmm?”
Yes. Because you want me.
He spread her legs by inching them apart with his knees, teasing now. She started when she felt two of his fingers drag down from her tailbone and get between her legs where he soon learned the extent of her arousal. He hooked her damp thong over one cheek then swatted the globe hard enough to make her cry out. Desire burst from her pulsing core.
The second moan to come from her sounded when he burrowed that large hand under her navel to lift her, positioning her for entry. The third was one of relief and pleasure when she once more experienced the incredible sensation of this man connecting their bodies. After two long years of remembering and wishing she could have this again, the speed with which he took her was a beautiful gift he gave without even realizing it.
He thrust his strong hips, slowly dragging his smooth head through her wetness a few times before pumping straight in. He wrung the most desperate sounds from her as he stretched her pussy. The jagged, panting gasps made it clear an orgasm was already hovering. That easily. His long fingers grasped her jaw and wrenched her head back. He did that thing again when he pressed their mouths together, but he didn’t kiss her.
“You’ve been waiting for me,” he said in a knowing tone that made her want to swat him.
But how could she deny it? Despite what he’d done to get her here, she couldn’t hide the fact that her body was celebrating this reunion. She was dripping with arousal, her skin singing where it touched his, her heart slamming in time with the erratic thud of his as it beat against her back. Just like the last time, within moments, she was wrapped up in this man who feared no one but God. She felt as if she’d come home.
The thing was, she’d never had a real home, so how could she recognize such a thing in someone who saw her as nothing more than a temporary distraction?
“Yasmeen.”
She squeezed her eyes shut when he licked at the seam of her lips. She felt exposed enough already, and that was not something she was used to. She didn’t share herself. How could she admit to him she’d missed this, had never stopped thinking about him, had dreamed of him, fantasized about him. That would open her up completely, and she didn’t do that for anyone. Not ever. Because it had been proven too many times that people would inevitably pass her up for something better, and she’d be left without the small part of herself she’d given them. Eventually, what would be left of her?
Nothing.
“While I worship within this temple, you will give me what I need.” He worked his hands down to grasp her hips so he could draw his length out then hit so hard she screamed and tried to scramble away from the crushing pleasure. She couldn’t take that. If she accepted it, it would break her. He jerked her back and did it again. It nearly crippled her.
“Goddamn you,” she breathed as her addiction roared to life once more. She pressed her hands into the downy blankets and pushed back. Meeting him. Encouraging him. “Yes! Again. Again, Lucian!” As she demanded more, she squirmed to take him deeper and grabbed at his thigh to bring him as close as possible.
It wasn’t close enough.
“Yes, Yasmeen.” He bucked into her. “This. This is what will save lives.” He clasped her throat as he came off her back and jerked her up onto her knees. He knocked her legs wider so that she fell deeper onto his thrusting cock. One of his hands roughly palmed her breast, his thumb scoring the nipple. “This voice shouting my name. The heat from this body warming my skin.” Right at her ear, he rasped, “This sweet little pussy gripping me as if
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