as crazy as you are.”
Harmony tried to fight, to resist. But how do you resist what you can’t understand? A weakness for one man that made no sense. She tried to assure herself it was this mating heat stuff he and Braden had explained earlier. But a part of her knew better. She knew that even without the heat, fighting against him would have been a battle she might not have won.
So when his lips touched hers, her senses flamed and her will crumbled. Her lips parted to the incredible gentleness of his touch, the stroke of his tongue, the sips he took of her kiss. The small, shorter kisses had her reaching for him, needing more as her fists clenched behind her back.
Why had she been so insane to let him cuff her? She needed to touch him.
“Easy,” he whispered against her lips as she strained to get closer. “It’s okay, baby. I’m going to have all your sweet kiss in just a minute.”
Another sip of her lips, his settling against hers, his tongue licking over her lips until hers followed. Then he had her. Before she guessed his intent, he drew her tongue to his mouth, his lips closing on it as he kissed her deeper, harder, suckling the sweet taste of the hormone from its tiny glands.
The pleasure was indescribable. Harmony rubbed against him, fighting to ease the ache in her nipples, in the saturated folds of her pussy. She was on fire and burning hotter by the second.
“God, the taste of you,” he whispered. “Come here, let’s gag those sweet cries of yours. I’m a damned possessive man. Those little screams are for my ears only.”
He slipped the small rubber ball into place before securing the ends. She was cuffed and gagged, helpless before him. Death had never been helpless. But it wasn’t Death standing before him, she realized. It was Harmony. The woman who had never been a woman.
“Oh, that’s pretty.” His smile was tight, hard as his hands lifted the snug shirt from her pants and over her breasts. “But, baby, this is a work of art.”
The front clasp of her lacy bra was loosened, the cups peeled back to reveal the tight tips of her breasts. The cry that tore from her throat as his lips covered a sensitive peak would have alerted the building to what was going on. The gag effectively silenced her, but nothing could halt the incredible pleasure that ripped through her.
Lips and teeth tugged at a tender peak before his tongue curled over it and he drew it into the hot depths of his mouth. Firm, heated draws sent her racing toward an edge that would have been terrifying if she’d had enough of her senses left to consider it.
Her eyes closed as she struggled to keep her legs beneath her, to bear the agonizing pleasure tearing through her. It was so good. It was past good.
She tried to cry out his name, to beg for more as he took his time, moving from nipple to nipple as his hands cupped her breasts, plumped them, massaging the swollen curves. The rasp of his tongue over the violently sensitive tips sent searing arcs of sensation tearing into her already tortured womb as she arched closer, searching for relief.
Lance’s leg slipped between her thighs, the hard denim-covered muscle pressing tight against her pussy as he began to move her on him.
Her strangled cries were animalistic, desperate.
“Such pretty, tight little nipples.” He kissed each in turn before tugging at the soft material of her pants. The comfortable band at her waist lowered, sliding beneath the wide black belt strapped on her hips.
He didn’t bother to release the utility belt, or her weapon. He left them on her as he worked the waist of her pants beneath them until he bared her thighs. Harmony stared up at him in surprise as he straightened and began to loosen his pants.
“I’ve been so hard since you left last night I could drive spikes in railroad ties,” he growled as he freed the raging length of his erection, pushing his jeans and briefs below his thighs. “All I could think about was fucking you,
Harmony tried to fight, to resist. But how do you resist what you can’t understand? A weakness for one man that made no sense. She tried to assure herself it was this mating heat stuff he and Braden had explained earlier. But a part of her knew better. She knew that even without the heat, fighting against him would have been a battle she might not have won.
So when his lips touched hers, her senses flamed and her will crumbled. Her lips parted to the incredible gentleness of his touch, the stroke of his tongue, the sips he took of her kiss. The small, shorter kisses had her reaching for him, needing more as her fists clenched behind her back.
Why had she been so insane to let him cuff her? She needed to touch him.
“Easy,” he whispered against her lips as she strained to get closer. “It’s okay, baby. I’m going to have all your sweet kiss in just a minute.”
Another sip of her lips, his settling against hers, his tongue licking over her lips until hers followed. Then he had her. Before she guessed his intent, he drew her tongue to his mouth, his lips closing on it as he kissed her deeper, harder, suckling the sweet taste of the hormone from its tiny glands.
The pleasure was indescribable. Harmony rubbed against him, fighting to ease the ache in her nipples, in the saturated folds of her pussy. She was on fire and burning hotter by the second.
“God, the taste of you,” he whispered. “Come here, let’s gag those sweet cries of yours. I’m a damned possessive man. Those little screams are for my ears only.”
He slipped the small rubber ball into place before securing the ends. She was cuffed and gagged, helpless before him. Death had never been helpless. But it wasn’t Death standing before him, she realized. It was Harmony. The woman who had never been a woman.
“Oh, that’s pretty.” His smile was tight, hard as his hands lifted the snug shirt from her pants and over her breasts. “But, baby, this is a work of art.”
The front clasp of her lacy bra was loosened, the cups peeled back to reveal the tight tips of her breasts. The cry that tore from her throat as his lips covered a sensitive peak would have alerted the building to what was going on. The gag effectively silenced her, but nothing could halt the incredible pleasure that ripped through her.
Lips and teeth tugged at a tender peak before his tongue curled over it and he drew it into the hot depths of his mouth. Firm, heated draws sent her racing toward an edge that would have been terrifying if she’d had enough of her senses left to consider it.
Her eyes closed as she struggled to keep her legs beneath her, to bear the agonizing pleasure tearing through her. It was so good. It was past good.
She tried to cry out his name, to beg for more as he took his time, moving from nipple to nipple as his hands cupped her breasts, plumped them, massaging the swollen curves. The rasp of his tongue over the violently sensitive tips sent searing arcs of sensation tearing into her already tortured womb as she arched closer, searching for relief.
Lance’s leg slipped between her thighs, the hard denim-covered muscle pressing tight against her pussy as he began to move her on him.
Her strangled cries were animalistic, desperate.
“Such pretty, tight little nipples.” He kissed each in turn before tugging at the soft material of her pants. The comfortable band at her waist lowered, sliding beneath the wide black belt strapped on her hips.
He didn’t bother to release the utility belt, or her weapon. He left them on her as he worked the waist of her pants beneath them until he bared her thighs. Harmony stared up at him in surprise as he straightened and began to loosen his pants.
“I’ve been so hard since you left last night I could drive spikes in railroad ties,” he growled as he freed the raging length of his erection, pushing his jeans and briefs below his thighs. “All I could think about was fucking you,
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