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It is always dangerous to play with love so.”
Dangerous.
Love.
The two words lashed at Katrina’s soul. The very second the man sank his fingers into her inner thighs and shoved her legs further apart.
“Dangerous and yet so, so addictive,” he murmured, before lowering his head to her spread sex and plunging his tongue between its swollen, sodden lips.
He lapped at her juices, flicked at her clit, his mouth growing more demanding with each second. She bucked into him, anger and pleasure and confusion burning each shallow breath she took. The tension building in her core felt like a living thing—a being in itself of incandescent power and raw hunger. She gasped and shoved her hips forward, closing her eyes as the man yanked her arse from the bed and closed his teeth down on her clit.
A memory crashed over her as her sex flooded with cream: the man who’d destroyed her heart, taking her to heaven, making her feel more than she ever had, the man she’d known was dangerous but didn’t care. Flynn Marsters.
She opened her eyes. Stared down her body at the man between her thighs. Was it Flynn?
How could it be ?
As if feeling her eyes on him, he lifted his head and gazed at her. Eyes tortured and haunted and confident all at once.
Katrina sucked in a swift breath. “Flynn.”
His name. A statement. Not a question.
With slow, deliberate intent, he rose up on his knees, his stare locked in hers. His hands moved to his belt. Released the buckle. Lowered his fly.
Katrina’s mouth went dry.
And, as fast and fluid as he’d always been, he penetrated her, his cock stretching her to the limit, burning and stinging and filling her with raw pleasure.
She arched her back, meeting his thrusts with her hips. Her pussy gripped his shaft, she could feel her muscles fold and contract on its turgid length.
The way they had numerous times before.
He pumped into her, his balls smashing her arse, his hands mauling her breasts, his mouth latching onto her neck. Her body thrummed with sexual response. She felt like a living charge of energy being consumed and fed at once. With each thrust of his cock, her blood grew hotter, with each squeeze of his fingers her breathing grew wilder. The mounting tension in her body, radiating from her core out to the very tip of her limbs—fingers, toes—turned into a torturous, tantalizing squirming pressure. Her lips tingled, the soles of her feet burned. She wanted to bury her hands in her lover’s soft, dark hair, but the cuffs kept her imprisoned and controlled, a fact that only fed the wanton lust consuming her. She moaned instead, rolling her head to the side to grant his lips and teeth and tongue greater access to the delicate sensitivity of her neck.
Rough hands conquered her body. Took it and used it. Fingers pinched her nipples, followed by teeth equally as punishing. His tongue painted her breasts with hot strokes of wet hunger before plunging between her lips to demand hers. She gave it to him, the question of his identity a faint shadow flickering in her pleasure-clouded mind.
And all the while his cock continued to own her sex. Long, fierce penetrating strokes that made her blood sing. Frantic, rapid thrusts that tormented her clit until she cried out in delicious submission: “Christ, I’m going to come.”
He lifted his head, his lips bruised from punishing her mouth and breasts, and stared down at her, thrusting into her pussy with brutal need.
“God, I’ve missed hearing you scream that,” he growled, voice completely free of the ambiguous accent. “As much as I’ve missed being inside you.”
Katrina’s eyes snapped wide. The very moment, with a force that made her whole body shudder and quake and thrash, her orgasm took her. Her sex constricted, her throat slammed shut and she arched, glaring up at the man pounding into her, the man whose every wild stroke told her, he too, was erupting, spurting wad after wad of thick, hot desire into her sex. The very
Dangerous.
Love.
The two words lashed at Katrina’s soul. The very second the man sank his fingers into her inner thighs and shoved her legs further apart.
“Dangerous and yet so, so addictive,” he murmured, before lowering his head to her spread sex and plunging his tongue between its swollen, sodden lips.
He lapped at her juices, flicked at her clit, his mouth growing more demanding with each second. She bucked into him, anger and pleasure and confusion burning each shallow breath she took. The tension building in her core felt like a living thing—a being in itself of incandescent power and raw hunger. She gasped and shoved her hips forward, closing her eyes as the man yanked her arse from the bed and closed his teeth down on her clit.
A memory crashed over her as her sex flooded with cream: the man who’d destroyed her heart, taking her to heaven, making her feel more than she ever had, the man she’d known was dangerous but didn’t care. Flynn Marsters.
She opened her eyes. Stared down her body at the man between her thighs. Was it Flynn?
How could it be ?
As if feeling her eyes on him, he lifted his head and gazed at her. Eyes tortured and haunted and confident all at once.
Katrina sucked in a swift breath. “Flynn.”
His name. A statement. Not a question.
With slow, deliberate intent, he rose up on his knees, his stare locked in hers. His hands moved to his belt. Released the buckle. Lowered his fly.
Katrina’s mouth went dry.
And, as fast and fluid as he’d always been, he penetrated her, his cock stretching her to the limit, burning and stinging and filling her with raw pleasure.
She arched her back, meeting his thrusts with her hips. Her pussy gripped his shaft, she could feel her muscles fold and contract on its turgid length.
The way they had numerous times before.
He pumped into her, his balls smashing her arse, his hands mauling her breasts, his mouth latching onto her neck. Her body thrummed with sexual response. She felt like a living charge of energy being consumed and fed at once. With each thrust of his cock, her blood grew hotter, with each squeeze of his fingers her breathing grew wilder. The mounting tension in her body, radiating from her core out to the very tip of her limbs—fingers, toes—turned into a torturous, tantalizing squirming pressure. Her lips tingled, the soles of her feet burned. She wanted to bury her hands in her lover’s soft, dark hair, but the cuffs kept her imprisoned and controlled, a fact that only fed the wanton lust consuming her. She moaned instead, rolling her head to the side to grant his lips and teeth and tongue greater access to the delicate sensitivity of her neck.
Rough hands conquered her body. Took it and used it. Fingers pinched her nipples, followed by teeth equally as punishing. His tongue painted her breasts with hot strokes of wet hunger before plunging between her lips to demand hers. She gave it to him, the question of his identity a faint shadow flickering in her pleasure-clouded mind.
And all the while his cock continued to own her sex. Long, fierce penetrating strokes that made her blood sing. Frantic, rapid thrusts that tormented her clit until she cried out in delicious submission: “Christ, I’m going to come.”
He lifted his head, his lips bruised from punishing her mouth and breasts, and stared down at her, thrusting into her pussy with brutal need.
“God, I’ve missed hearing you scream that,” he growled, voice completely free of the ambiguous accent. “As much as I’ve missed being inside you.”
Katrina’s eyes snapped wide. The very moment, with a force that made her whole body shudder and quake and thrash, her orgasm took her. Her sex constricted, her throat slammed shut and she arched, glaring up at the man pounding into her, the man whose every wild stroke told her, he too, was erupting, spurting wad after wad of thick, hot desire into her sex. The very
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