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Authors: Nancy Haviland
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smoothness?”
Her eyes slid up to his from where she’d been watching his stomach. “Often.”
“Show me.”
“Sorry. I’m not comfortable enough with you to masturbate on command.”
His lip quirked. He was buried to the root in her body, connected as intimately as two people could be, and she wasn’t comfortable enough to allow him the pleasure of seeing her long fingers fondle her clitoris.
He gave in. Reluctantly. But would come back to it later. “Your body was created for sex, Yasmeen.” He pulled her down by the hips to meet his thrust, savoring her moan. “There is no other explanation. The pull I feel is just too strong for it to be anything else. Tell me how many other men you have drawn in since I last had you.”
Her long legs wrapped around his thighs and she again performed that graceful little wave that allowed her to fuck herself on his shaft. Stunning, her abandonment to the pleasure. He remembered that first night with her, the natural eroticism that had oozed from her the moment he’d gotten her alone. She hadn’t been shy or self-conscious about her bodies needs. She’d been open and free. He hadn’t expected that. In the gallery, and then at the restaurant, she’d appeared polished and untouchable. Naturally, he’d needed to touch. Once he’d gotten her to his penthouse, she’d morphed into that eager, greedy little lover, and they’d enjoyed each other for hours. Since he’d been in meetings all that week and had been going on little-to-no sleep, he’d slipped away and hadn’t stirred when she’d left him before dawn.
“You make me sound like a black widow.”
He looked up from where he was swirling his thumb around the pink button that was deliciously swollen. Every pass he made over it made her abs jerk tight. He tested her by sending his thumb front-to-back then side-to-side then he went back to circling. Front-to-back was the winner, so he discarded the other two and licked his thumb before getting it in place again. That small taste and the scent of her that saturated his nose had a fresh wave of arousal flooding through him to pool in his shaft.
“I want my mouth on you, but my cock will not allow it. To leave this hot grip is currently out of the question.”
Her lips curved with satisfaction. She liked that he wanted her. That he was enjoying her. He would keep that in mind and use it when she tested his authority.
“Bring me your mouth.”
She tsked as she came up. “Such a demanding rich guy.”
He pulled back an inch before her lips met his. “Does my money excite you, Yasmeen?”
She shook her head, her eyes on his mouth. “Nah. It makes me edgy.” She pushed up with her hands that were pressed into the mattress behind her and led the kiss with her tongue. It slipped through, and the sultry little moan she made when it met his had his hand going around to her lower back to bring her up and in.
“Hm-mmm.” The low moan accompanied a soft laugh. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she deepened the kiss, and leaned forward with a jerk so that he lost his balance and fell back into the pillows. “That’s my boy,” she murmured playfully as she laid herself out on his chest.
As she bent her legs and trapped his hips, she threaded her fingers through his hair and ground her wet pussy down. She was surrounding him, with her scent, her body. That energy he’d been so attracted to that first night. Her aura was made up of the most exquisite crystalline light fragments…
Lucian found himself wanting to smash every single one of them into tiny pieces because no one deserved to live with, or offer another, such peace. He could feel it brushing against his shell, trying to penetrate it. His demons were growling, infuriated by that.
“Mmm, I’d forgotten just how good you make me feel.”
He had no trouble hearing her open, honest tone because her mouth was at his ear, her tongue licking around the shell before she blew the gentlest of
Her eyes slid up to his from where she’d been watching his stomach. “Often.”
“Show me.”
“Sorry. I’m not comfortable enough with you to masturbate on command.”
His lip quirked. He was buried to the root in her body, connected as intimately as two people could be, and she wasn’t comfortable enough to allow him the pleasure of seeing her long fingers fondle her clitoris.
He gave in. Reluctantly. But would come back to it later. “Your body was created for sex, Yasmeen.” He pulled her down by the hips to meet his thrust, savoring her moan. “There is no other explanation. The pull I feel is just too strong for it to be anything else. Tell me how many other men you have drawn in since I last had you.”
Her long legs wrapped around his thighs and she again performed that graceful little wave that allowed her to fuck herself on his shaft. Stunning, her abandonment to the pleasure. He remembered that first night with her, the natural eroticism that had oozed from her the moment he’d gotten her alone. She hadn’t been shy or self-conscious about her bodies needs. She’d been open and free. He hadn’t expected that. In the gallery, and then at the restaurant, she’d appeared polished and untouchable. Naturally, he’d needed to touch. Once he’d gotten her to his penthouse, she’d morphed into that eager, greedy little lover, and they’d enjoyed each other for hours. Since he’d been in meetings all that week and had been going on little-to-no sleep, he’d slipped away and hadn’t stirred when she’d left him before dawn.
“You make me sound like a black widow.”
He looked up from where he was swirling his thumb around the pink button that was deliciously swollen. Every pass he made over it made her abs jerk tight. He tested her by sending his thumb front-to-back then side-to-side then he went back to circling. Front-to-back was the winner, so he discarded the other two and licked his thumb before getting it in place again. That small taste and the scent of her that saturated his nose had a fresh wave of arousal flooding through him to pool in his shaft.
“I want my mouth on you, but my cock will not allow it. To leave this hot grip is currently out of the question.”
Her lips curved with satisfaction. She liked that he wanted her. That he was enjoying her. He would keep that in mind and use it when she tested his authority.
“Bring me your mouth.”
She tsked as she came up. “Such a demanding rich guy.”
He pulled back an inch before her lips met his. “Does my money excite you, Yasmeen?”
She shook her head, her eyes on his mouth. “Nah. It makes me edgy.” She pushed up with her hands that were pressed into the mattress behind her and led the kiss with her tongue. It slipped through, and the sultry little moan she made when it met his had his hand going around to her lower back to bring her up and in.
“Hm-mmm.” The low moan accompanied a soft laugh. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she deepened the kiss, and leaned forward with a jerk so that he lost his balance and fell back into the pillows. “That’s my boy,” she murmured playfully as she laid herself out on his chest.
As she bent her legs and trapped his hips, she threaded her fingers through his hair and ground her wet pussy down. She was surrounding him, with her scent, her body. That energy he’d been so attracted to that first night. Her aura was made up of the most exquisite crystalline light fragments…
Lucian found himself wanting to smash every single one of them into tiny pieces because no one deserved to live with, or offer another, such peace. He could feel it brushing against his shell, trying to penetrate it. His demons were growling, infuriated by that.
“Mmm, I’d forgotten just how good you make me feel.”
He had no trouble hearing her open, honest tone because her mouth was at his ear, her tongue licking around the shell before she blew the gentlest of
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