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fate with the move, he shifted so
she was completely beneath him, his crotch lodged against hers. “This is me not feeling it.” Using the excuse of “clarification,” he thrust a little, pushing
his length against the sweet warmth of her cleft.
“Oh—mmmm—okay.”
Her high-pitched rasp was beyond adorable. “So… why are you stopping?”
Suddenly, her muscles tensed. “Crap. You’re seeing someone, aren’t—”
“No.” He stopped
her from surging up by grabbing both her thighs. “ No . There’s nobody, I
swear it. Nobody that’s done this to me.”
Her muscles went
lax. The feeling of her acquiescence was…amazing. The woman’s physical strength
matched the conviction of her character. To feel her giving that up for him, softening
for him, sent a sluice of raw arousal to his cock.
Kell grimaced. Fuck .
Years of fighting and training with T-Bomb had caused his friend’s kinky
tendencies to start rubbing off on him. Not good. He didn’t get major wood on
the domination thing like Tait and a lot of the other guys did. At least not
until now. As he envisioned lashing Lani’s naked body down to these rocks then watching
the ocean mist drench her spread limbs and pleading mouth, his cock went solid
as a Sequoia.
Goddamn. The
woman was turning him into someone he barely recognized. He should be
horrified. Afraid. The trouble was, he liked that someone.
As if Lani had a
window into his mind, she lifted a hand to his jaw and murmured, “I like it,
Sergeant. I like feeling what I do to you…and how you look when I do it.”
He glided his
hands from her hips to her waist. As he pushed them up under her jacket, a
surge of energy, primal and powerful, slammed him. “Kellan,” he growled, stopping
short of making it a full command.
“What?”
Screw it. Maybe
a little of that domination shit could be fun. “Kellan,” he repeated. “It’s my
name, not ‘Sergeant’.” He leaned over her, matching the angle of his face to
hers so he could see every curve and angle of her features. “Say it,” he
ordered. “I want to hear it on your lips, your beautiful voice wrapped around
it.”
Her lips opened.
But for a long moment, nothing came out. She held the expression, mouth parted
and eyes longing, giving him her veneration in this exquisite visual form first.
Her beauty impacted him just like the storm that approached: bold, magnificent,
cleansing.
As he blinked
from the blast, she smiled and whispered, “Kellan.”
He gripped her tighter,
and returned her smile with the stunned force of his own. “Thank you, Lani.”
“Hokulani.” Her
hand, lifted to his face with sweet emphasis, relayed how she offered it as
another symbol of her trust in him. He remembered how she’d stiffened when
Benson used it, and realized it wasn’t a privilege she allowed from everyone. “It’s my real name. Dad used to tell me it was a sacred gift. Right before Mom
went into labor, they were on the beach and watched a star fall over the ocean.
They saw it as the gods sending me down to be with them. ‘Hokulani’ means
‘heavenly star.’” She let out an adorably awkward laugh. “Kind of corny, I
know, but…”
Kellan didn’t
want her to finish. With a rush of inexplicable feelings, he lowered his lips to
hers again. He resolved to savor her slowly this time, trying to put important
brakes on their passion, but as her mouth responded to him, her tongue tempting
him in tender little sweeps, he abandoned the cause. After tasting her for a long,
moist tangle, he pulled back for the privilege of uttering the single,
meaningful word.
“Hokulani.”
Her grateful hum
welcomed him back to her lips, gaining resonance as he demanded deeper
entrance. The weight of her second leg settled against his back, coaxing his
resistance toward a valley of no return.
“Hokulani.” He
repeated it between heavy breaths as he finally dragged away, hoping it would
invoke a spell of angel-strength composure. No such luck.
she was completely beneath him, his crotch lodged against hers. “This is me not feeling it.” Using the excuse of “clarification,” he thrust a little, pushing
his length against the sweet warmth of her cleft.
“Oh—mmmm—okay.”
Her high-pitched rasp was beyond adorable. “So… why are you stopping?”
Suddenly, her muscles tensed. “Crap. You’re seeing someone, aren’t—”
“No.” He stopped
her from surging up by grabbing both her thighs. “ No . There’s nobody, I
swear it. Nobody that’s done this to me.”
Her muscles went
lax. The feeling of her acquiescence was…amazing. The woman’s physical strength
matched the conviction of her character. To feel her giving that up for him, softening
for him, sent a sluice of raw arousal to his cock.
Kell grimaced. Fuck .
Years of fighting and training with T-Bomb had caused his friend’s kinky
tendencies to start rubbing off on him. Not good. He didn’t get major wood on
the domination thing like Tait and a lot of the other guys did. At least not
until now. As he envisioned lashing Lani’s naked body down to these rocks then watching
the ocean mist drench her spread limbs and pleading mouth, his cock went solid
as a Sequoia.
Goddamn. The
woman was turning him into someone he barely recognized. He should be
horrified. Afraid. The trouble was, he liked that someone.
As if Lani had a
window into his mind, she lifted a hand to his jaw and murmured, “I like it,
Sergeant. I like feeling what I do to you…and how you look when I do it.”
He glided his
hands from her hips to her waist. As he pushed them up under her jacket, a
surge of energy, primal and powerful, slammed him. “Kellan,” he growled, stopping
short of making it a full command.
“What?”
Screw it. Maybe
a little of that domination shit could be fun. “Kellan,” he repeated. “It’s my
name, not ‘Sergeant’.” He leaned over her, matching the angle of his face to
hers so he could see every curve and angle of her features. “Say it,” he
ordered. “I want to hear it on your lips, your beautiful voice wrapped around
it.”
Her lips opened.
But for a long moment, nothing came out. She held the expression, mouth parted
and eyes longing, giving him her veneration in this exquisite visual form first.
Her beauty impacted him just like the storm that approached: bold, magnificent,
cleansing.
As he blinked
from the blast, she smiled and whispered, “Kellan.”
He gripped her tighter,
and returned her smile with the stunned force of his own. “Thank you, Lani.”
“Hokulani.” Her
hand, lifted to his face with sweet emphasis, relayed how she offered it as
another symbol of her trust in him. He remembered how she’d stiffened when
Benson used it, and realized it wasn’t a privilege she allowed from everyone. “It’s my real name. Dad used to tell me it was a sacred gift. Right before Mom
went into labor, they were on the beach and watched a star fall over the ocean.
They saw it as the gods sending me down to be with them. ‘Hokulani’ means
‘heavenly star.’” She let out an adorably awkward laugh. “Kind of corny, I
know, but…”
Kellan didn’t
want her to finish. With a rush of inexplicable feelings, he lowered his lips to
hers again. He resolved to savor her slowly this time, trying to put important
brakes on their passion, but as her mouth responded to him, her tongue tempting
him in tender little sweeps, he abandoned the cause. After tasting her for a long,
moist tangle, he pulled back for the privilege of uttering the single,
meaningful word.
“Hokulani.”
Her grateful hum
welcomed him back to her lips, gaining resonance as he demanded deeper
entrance. The weight of her second leg settled against his back, coaxing his
resistance toward a valley of no return.
“Hokulani.” He
repeated it between heavy breaths as he finally dragged away, hoping it would
invoke a spell of angel-strength composure. No such luck.
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