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Authors: Nancy Haviland
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she’ll never let go.
“Stop it,” she begged as she grabbed the hand at her throat with both of hers and held on when she felt his fingers slide down her stomach to get between her legs. They struck her inflamed clit with a sharp pat that made something explode deep in her core. “Oh, God! Don’t stop!” She was done. Her senses left her, and she became a mindless pleasure seeker meeting him stroke for stroke. “More…harder…I need more of you. Give it!”
“Admit you have been waiting for me, draga .”
“I have!” she burst out, uncaring. “I’ve been waiting forever!”
“Then you give it to me ,” he commanded as her climax crested. “I want it dripping from my cock.”
She clawed at his tattooed wrist as her body surrendered. He pushed her down with a hand at the top of her spine. She buried her face in the sheets and wailed as if in pain through a beautiful release that flooded his shaft, just as he’d demanded. Her blood was raging, her body on absolute fire, her back arching as she agonized. There was nothing but a growling satisfaction in the words that came from above her.
“Look at you tremble. Look at this body break apart for me.” He switched to Romanian and then came back to English. “And this, my pet. This is why you will stay.”
God help her, but in that working part of her mind, she was terrified he was right.
♦ ♦ ♦
The sleek muscles in her long, graceful back rippled as her pussy walls milked him, begging for his release. Lucian denied her, and himself, and stroked his hands down the sides of his pet’s sublime body so he could get her sleek thighs in his grip. Her sheer black thong was pretty, but it was dragging along his shaft and stimulating him more than he wanted. He slowed his thrusts, easing her out of the strong orgasm that had taken nothing to get from her, and tore each side so he could get rid of the scrap of material. The stockings and shoes he left alone. The bra he would get to in a moment.
I’ve been waiting forever.
That was more than apparent, he thought with a crippling satisfaction. He smoothed his hands over the globes of her ass. The round, plump globes. One had his handprint on it. He traced the tips of his fingers over the red mark, thinking of the sound she’d made when he’d delivered it. He wasn’t sure he’d ever watched a woman as intently as he did this one. He watched and listened, and felt for every possible sign of her enjoyment.
Yasmeen Michaels. His weakness. Frightened. Courageous. Stubborn. His.
As her straining body let go, and her back settled into a sexy arch that was relaxed rather than bowed under the pressure of her climax, he pulled free of the tight clasp her pussy was holding him in and rolled her over. She appeared boneless, and his balls throbbed with the need to fill her as he watched the languid movement of her arms as they landed above her head. Her hair was a dark cloud on the bed cover.
He reached out to hook a strand and pulled it from where it had caught on her long eyelashes. “Open your eyes.”
She did, and the minute he saw the glimmer of what could only be described as sated bliss, he got himself by the base and worked the head of his cock back into her tightness. He watched intently as his length was swallowed by the small wavy lips of this glistening paradise he would use so hard. This bare little slit. She fit around him like a custom-made glove of the finest leather. A hot, tight, wet leather that made something at the base of his skull buzz with pleasure.
“You will no longer wax this pussy.”
Her brow quirked at his first decree, but it was a faint movement. “Really.”
“You will let your hair grow in, and I will trim it in a way that pleases me.”
“Dream on,” she murmured as her body rippled in the most beautiful wave from an effortless roll of her hips. “I keep it bare because it makes me feel clean and I like it smooth.”
“And how often do you feel its
“Stop it,” she begged as she grabbed the hand at her throat with both of hers and held on when she felt his fingers slide down her stomach to get between her legs. They struck her inflamed clit with a sharp pat that made something explode deep in her core. “Oh, God! Don’t stop!” She was done. Her senses left her, and she became a mindless pleasure seeker meeting him stroke for stroke. “More…harder…I need more of you. Give it!”
“Admit you have been waiting for me, draga .”
“I have!” she burst out, uncaring. “I’ve been waiting forever!”
“Then you give it to me ,” he commanded as her climax crested. “I want it dripping from my cock.”
She clawed at his tattooed wrist as her body surrendered. He pushed her down with a hand at the top of her spine. She buried her face in the sheets and wailed as if in pain through a beautiful release that flooded his shaft, just as he’d demanded. Her blood was raging, her body on absolute fire, her back arching as she agonized. There was nothing but a growling satisfaction in the words that came from above her.
“Look at you tremble. Look at this body break apart for me.” He switched to Romanian and then came back to English. “And this, my pet. This is why you will stay.”
God help her, but in that working part of her mind, she was terrified he was right.
♦ ♦ ♦
The sleek muscles in her long, graceful back rippled as her pussy walls milked him, begging for his release. Lucian denied her, and himself, and stroked his hands down the sides of his pet’s sublime body so he could get her sleek thighs in his grip. Her sheer black thong was pretty, but it was dragging along his shaft and stimulating him more than he wanted. He slowed his thrusts, easing her out of the strong orgasm that had taken nothing to get from her, and tore each side so he could get rid of the scrap of material. The stockings and shoes he left alone. The bra he would get to in a moment.
I’ve been waiting forever.
That was more than apparent, he thought with a crippling satisfaction. He smoothed his hands over the globes of her ass. The round, plump globes. One had his handprint on it. He traced the tips of his fingers over the red mark, thinking of the sound she’d made when he’d delivered it. He wasn’t sure he’d ever watched a woman as intently as he did this one. He watched and listened, and felt for every possible sign of her enjoyment.
Yasmeen Michaels. His weakness. Frightened. Courageous. Stubborn. His.
As her straining body let go, and her back settled into a sexy arch that was relaxed rather than bowed under the pressure of her climax, he pulled free of the tight clasp her pussy was holding him in and rolled her over. She appeared boneless, and his balls throbbed with the need to fill her as he watched the languid movement of her arms as they landed above her head. Her hair was a dark cloud on the bed cover.
He reached out to hook a strand and pulled it from where it had caught on her long eyelashes. “Open your eyes.”
She did, and the minute he saw the glimmer of what could only be described as sated bliss, he got himself by the base and worked the head of his cock back into her tightness. He watched intently as his length was swallowed by the small wavy lips of this glistening paradise he would use so hard. This bare little slit. She fit around him like a custom-made glove of the finest leather. A hot, tight, wet leather that made something at the base of his skull buzz with pleasure.
“You will no longer wax this pussy.”
Her brow quirked at his first decree, but it was a faint movement. “Really.”
“You will let your hair grow in, and I will trim it in a way that pleases me.”
“Dream on,” she murmured as her body rippled in the most beautiful wave from an effortless roll of her hips. “I keep it bare because it makes me feel clean and I like it smooth.”
“And how often do you feel its
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