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Authors: Capri Montgomery
Tags: Suspense, Romance, romantic suspense, multicultural, Mystery & Suspense, Multicultural & Interracial
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his tongue in such a manner that he excited her, aroused her, heightened her awareness of need, and heightened her awareness of him.
She tightened her arm around his shoulder as she tilted her head for more. One firm hand clasped in her disheveled hair and tugged her head back more letting his far from lazy tongue devour every crevice with such power she felt wetness pool between her legs. This kiss, this touch, this man, is what she had wanted for so long. Maybe he wanted it too. Or maybe he just needed somebody right now. Maybe he needed to feel a connection of goodness just as much as she did. Maybe he needed to blow off some steam as much as she needed to feel guarded, protected, connected to honest goodness that wouldn’t hurt her. Maybe, just maybe, they were helping each other find some comfort. Whatever he wanted, whatever he needed, she would give it to him—not just because she loved him in her own way, but because she owed him that much. She owed him so much for everything.
She kicked the thoughts of Amber’s murder out the front of her mind and allowed herself to get lost in this kiss. This was all she needed right now—the strong man devouring her mouth, and the escape from reality, of the fear she would not be able to escape, of the killer who probably wouldn’t stop until he killed her too.
His mouth broke from hers if only for a second to reclaim his breath and to shift her to sit straddled his lap and then he conquered her lips again. She didn’t know what to expect beyond this passion filled kiss. She hadn’t expected him to stand with her in his arms, to walk her back to the nearest wall and to anchor her to it between his hard body and the hard slab of ponderosa pine wood that made this home feel more rustic than city, more man with force than man with finesse. This man was so hot, so unbearably sexy, so much of what she wanted that she hadn’t thought twice when she felt his hand tearing at the lapel of her uniform until he ripped it open. Buttons cascaded to the floor, echoing in unison with the steady hard breathing they were both increasingly building. And when she heard the ripping of her panties she knew—oh gracious did she know—he was going to take her, all of her, and she was going to let him. She was going to give this part of herself to a man, to this man. He would be her first and her only. Live or die she didn’t want anybody else but him.
The next garment he tackled was her bra. Effortlessly yanking it down from her small breasts before ripping the straps and yanking the garment from blocking his path. His mouth suckled her breast hard and wantonly. Never before had anybody done such a thing to her. Never before had she imagined it could be pleasurable, but the soft rasp of his tongue, the not so delicate manipulation of her areola had her aching in ways she hadn’t ached before.
She hadn’t had time to process things before she felt him jut up into her with his solid member. She gasped loudly, her breath hitching in her throat. Either he didn’t notice or he couldn’t stop because he pulled out and pushed back in. It was adjust or be plowed without mercy. Heck, he was going to take her mercilessly either way.
“Chogan,” she cried his name as he pumped into her hard, fast, primal fierceness dripping from the sweat on his brow.
“Chogan!” She felt her body responding to his moves. She felt her body trying to adapt to his penis inside her never entered chamber. She felt the desire building within her, that need to feel, to have, to explode. God she wanted him so much. There was so much she should have said, should have done, but she hadn’t and now she hadn’t cared.
He growled a harsh sound of animal fierceness as he sucked hard on her neck, marking her completely while he jutted into her over and over again and all she could do was cling to him while screaming her passions more softly than wildly, but just as needy nonetheless.
She didn’t know how long he had
She tightened her arm around his shoulder as she tilted her head for more. One firm hand clasped in her disheveled hair and tugged her head back more letting his far from lazy tongue devour every crevice with such power she felt wetness pool between her legs. This kiss, this touch, this man, is what she had wanted for so long. Maybe he wanted it too. Or maybe he just needed somebody right now. Maybe he needed to feel a connection of goodness just as much as she did. Maybe he needed to blow off some steam as much as she needed to feel guarded, protected, connected to honest goodness that wouldn’t hurt her. Maybe, just maybe, they were helping each other find some comfort. Whatever he wanted, whatever he needed, she would give it to him—not just because she loved him in her own way, but because she owed him that much. She owed him so much for everything.
She kicked the thoughts of Amber’s murder out the front of her mind and allowed herself to get lost in this kiss. This was all she needed right now—the strong man devouring her mouth, and the escape from reality, of the fear she would not be able to escape, of the killer who probably wouldn’t stop until he killed her too.
His mouth broke from hers if only for a second to reclaim his breath and to shift her to sit straddled his lap and then he conquered her lips again. She didn’t know what to expect beyond this passion filled kiss. She hadn’t expected him to stand with her in his arms, to walk her back to the nearest wall and to anchor her to it between his hard body and the hard slab of ponderosa pine wood that made this home feel more rustic than city, more man with force than man with finesse. This man was so hot, so unbearably sexy, so much of what she wanted that she hadn’t thought twice when she felt his hand tearing at the lapel of her uniform until he ripped it open. Buttons cascaded to the floor, echoing in unison with the steady hard breathing they were both increasingly building. And when she heard the ripping of her panties she knew—oh gracious did she know—he was going to take her, all of her, and she was going to let him. She was going to give this part of herself to a man, to this man. He would be her first and her only. Live or die she didn’t want anybody else but him.
The next garment he tackled was her bra. Effortlessly yanking it down from her small breasts before ripping the straps and yanking the garment from blocking his path. His mouth suckled her breast hard and wantonly. Never before had anybody done such a thing to her. Never before had she imagined it could be pleasurable, but the soft rasp of his tongue, the not so delicate manipulation of her areola had her aching in ways she hadn’t ached before.
She hadn’t had time to process things before she felt him jut up into her with his solid member. She gasped loudly, her breath hitching in her throat. Either he didn’t notice or he couldn’t stop because he pulled out and pushed back in. It was adjust or be plowed without mercy. Heck, he was going to take her mercilessly either way.
“Chogan,” she cried his name as he pumped into her hard, fast, primal fierceness dripping from the sweat on his brow.
“Chogan!” She felt her body responding to his moves. She felt her body trying to adapt to his penis inside her never entered chamber. She felt the desire building within her, that need to feel, to have, to explode. God she wanted him so much. There was so much she should have said, should have done, but she hadn’t and now she hadn’t cared.
He growled a harsh sound of animal fierceness as he sucked hard on her neck, marking her completely while he jutted into her over and over again and all she could do was cling to him while screaming her passions more softly than wildly, but just as needy nonetheless.
She didn’t know how long he had
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