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hard length intimately pressed to her mound. When Rourke accommodated her last wish, she sighed, resigned to her mission. This act might be worth the pain of a broken heart should he reject her.
More hot fluid seeped between her thighs, preparing her body to accept him as they sank into the water, his big body looming over hers.
“I want to taste every inch of you, eat your pussy until you scream my name.” His words made her hungry.
Oh, yes. She wanted that, too.She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, exposing her neck. He kissed his way down to her shoulder and cupped her breast with his hand, teasing her nipple through the thin material. He wrenched the top of her bathing suit down, exposing her nipple to the air, and then he bent in to lick, nibble, and suckle.
Oh, yes, this pleasure may be worth any pain.
Any pain until one thought shattered her. The mate bond shouldn’t be like this, forcing their attraction. If only they had the time to grow to trust one another before the bond took over, tying them to each other for eternity. At least she knew what to expect when this was over. To their detriment, she could sense he approached this seduction like every other sexual encounter he’d ever had. Unfortunately, his attitude for now was “fuck her and forget her.”
He has a lot to learn.
She jumped when his hand pushed her thighs apart, his fingers exploring the tender skin between her legs. Apparently so do I.
“Oh, my goodness, that feels so wonderful.”
“Wait until you feel this, then.” Pushing the string of her bathing suit aside, he freed her pussy lips to his exploration. The sound of her gasp escaped although she tried to hold it back. The pleasure in her womb built as his thumb caressed her nub and one long, thick finger parted her cleft. She tensed.
“Relax.” He groaned in her ear when he cupped her. “Damn, your clit is so swollen I want to suck it. Would you like me to do that?” He rubbed her engorged nub and pinched it slightly. “Does this feel good?”
Sparks shot through her body. Celeste moaned. “Yes.” Then she melted into his hand and couldn’t do anything except nod.
For an instant, she wondered who was the true succubus. He was stealing her life force with every touch.
Chapter 8
Virgin
Rourke waited for emotional distance to settle over him, the one he experienced with all women, even the ones he bedded. Not this time. Not with this one. Now, when he needed to distance himself, why did he feel so damn in tune to Celeste?
After last night, when no one else in the whole damn lodge had held his interest, now he felt this. This desperation.
He couldn’t wait to fuck her, yet he intended to take his time, lots of time. He wanted to spend hours with his face buried between her legs, licking and tongue-fucking her until she came in his mouth, screaming his name over and over again.
Rourke felt a ripple of amusement. Dane was right. He did have a god complex. He loved to hear the woman he was fucking cry out his name as she came. He narrowed his eyes and focused on her mouth. He couldn’t wait to hear his name on her lips as she climaxed. Then he’d devour every drop of that dense fluid seeping from her core.
Sure, she was just another woman—albeit an extraordinary woman—but he had to keep reminding himself this was just another fuck. Wasn’t it? Fuck her and forget her.
He stared into her eyes. Just another fuck.
Something shifted inside his chest, and it didn’t feel like the beast this time. Forget her.
Riiiiight. Then why did he crave inhaling her scent more than he needed oxygen?
Because it was her damn fragrance that kept him rational in a world gone insane.
He wanted her mouth on his cock and her blood in his veins.
Whew! Did he say rational? Maybe not quite. He was getting carried away.
Take a minute.
He pulled away, examined her soft, pale skin, her raspberried nipples, and her fragile, narrow wrists. He should tell her what he was like.
More hot fluid seeped between her thighs, preparing her body to accept him as they sank into the water, his big body looming over hers.
“I want to taste every inch of you, eat your pussy until you scream my name.” His words made her hungry.
Oh, yes. She wanted that, too.She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, exposing her neck. He kissed his way down to her shoulder and cupped her breast with his hand, teasing her nipple through the thin material. He wrenched the top of her bathing suit down, exposing her nipple to the air, and then he bent in to lick, nibble, and suckle.
Oh, yes, this pleasure may be worth any pain.
Any pain until one thought shattered her. The mate bond shouldn’t be like this, forcing their attraction. If only they had the time to grow to trust one another before the bond took over, tying them to each other for eternity. At least she knew what to expect when this was over. To their detriment, she could sense he approached this seduction like every other sexual encounter he’d ever had. Unfortunately, his attitude for now was “fuck her and forget her.”
He has a lot to learn.
She jumped when his hand pushed her thighs apart, his fingers exploring the tender skin between her legs. Apparently so do I.
“Oh, my goodness, that feels so wonderful.”
“Wait until you feel this, then.” Pushing the string of her bathing suit aside, he freed her pussy lips to his exploration. The sound of her gasp escaped although she tried to hold it back. The pleasure in her womb built as his thumb caressed her nub and one long, thick finger parted her cleft. She tensed.
“Relax.” He groaned in her ear when he cupped her. “Damn, your clit is so swollen I want to suck it. Would you like me to do that?” He rubbed her engorged nub and pinched it slightly. “Does this feel good?”
Sparks shot through her body. Celeste moaned. “Yes.” Then she melted into his hand and couldn’t do anything except nod.
For an instant, she wondered who was the true succubus. He was stealing her life force with every touch.
Chapter 8
Virgin
Rourke waited for emotional distance to settle over him, the one he experienced with all women, even the ones he bedded. Not this time. Not with this one. Now, when he needed to distance himself, why did he feel so damn in tune to Celeste?
After last night, when no one else in the whole damn lodge had held his interest, now he felt this. This desperation.
He couldn’t wait to fuck her, yet he intended to take his time, lots of time. He wanted to spend hours with his face buried between her legs, licking and tongue-fucking her until she came in his mouth, screaming his name over and over again.
Rourke felt a ripple of amusement. Dane was right. He did have a god complex. He loved to hear the woman he was fucking cry out his name as she came. He narrowed his eyes and focused on her mouth. He couldn’t wait to hear his name on her lips as she climaxed. Then he’d devour every drop of that dense fluid seeping from her core.
Sure, she was just another woman—albeit an extraordinary woman—but he had to keep reminding himself this was just another fuck. Wasn’t it? Fuck her and forget her.
He stared into her eyes. Just another fuck.
Something shifted inside his chest, and it didn’t feel like the beast this time. Forget her.
Riiiiight. Then why did he crave inhaling her scent more than he needed oxygen?
Because it was her damn fragrance that kept him rational in a world gone insane.
He wanted her mouth on his cock and her blood in his veins.
Whew! Did he say rational? Maybe not quite. He was getting carried away.
Take a minute.
He pulled away, examined her soft, pale skin, her raspberried nipples, and her fragile, narrow wrists. He should tell her what he was like.
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