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pulling her bra down under her breasts, pushing them up, baring her nipples for him.
He took one into his mouth earning a soft cry in response and curled his tongue around the little hard pebble, teasing and sucking until she was a quivering mess beneath him begging for more.
Lexia’s whole body felt on fire, pleasure rippled through her veins as Lincoln teased her; she wanted desperately to wrap her hands into his hair, pull his head to her mouth and kiss him fiercely. Tugging against Lincoln’s hands that had hold of her wrists, Lexia moaned and thrashed beneath him as he nipped at her breasts sending tiny jolts of molten heat to her cor e. She should have been able to get free but with all the pleasure sizzling through her muscles, they felt drugged and weak, so all Lexia could do was moan and beg for him to give her more.
By the time Lincoln released his hold on her she was so drunk on pleasure that all she could do was lay limp, soft moans escaping her as her pulled the rest of her dress off.
“Mmm now look at that, the best desert I’ve ever seen,” he said, pulling her panties down, “so slick and wet, just waiting for me.” His fingers ran between her soft flesh making her muscles clamp.
Lincoln spread her wide and stared into her hooded eyes as he pushed himself gently inside of her. He smiled at the moan that left her lips, at the way she pushed against him wanting him deeper.
“Do you want me, baby?” he asked, looming above her, a playful smile on his lips.
“Yes, baby, yes, please,” Lexia cried, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him deeper.
“I love you, my Wildcat,” he whispered against her neck before sinking his teeth in and riding her until she screamed.
Chapter 10
Lexia woke early the next morning. Her birthday was over and today she was back to worrying about the ever-present threat of her mother and the Hunters. She slipped out of bed quietly and into the en-suite.
Splashing water onto her face, she smiled at the very faint mark on her neck which Lincoln had given her last night; she clamped her thighs together remembering the pleasure from their love making.
Pulling on a sports bra and shorts, Lexia quietly went down stairs and into the still-dark backyard. Goose bumps broke out across her skin as the wind whipped around her but soon she’d be covered in sweat so she carried on and started to stretch.
She’d been spending most evenings sparring with Lincoln but decided it was time she put more effort in. Lexia wanted to take every step possible to ensuring she had the strength to beat the Hunters and if that meant running backwards and forwards across Caden’s short yard, then that’s what she’d do.
Lincoln woke to find himself alone. Not moving, he listened to the sounds around him and picked up soft footfalls. Climbing out of bed, Lincoln walked to the window that over- looked the backyard and saw Lexia. She was running the short distance of Caden’s yard; when she reached one end she’d drop to the floor to do two press ups and then jump back to her feet and run back to the other side. It’s looked boring as hell but by the looks of the sweat glistening on her body she’d been at it a while.
He sighed; he knew that she would go back to worrying but he at least thought she’d have made it past breakfast. His panther bristled against his skin and for once he let it out. The last time he’d gone cat was when he’d bitten Lexia the day after she’d awakened. He knew he really needed to get away from the confines of this house but thought that maybe a run in the yard with Lexia might help.
He trotted from the bedroom, pushing the door open with his head. On his way across the landing Alice walked out of her bedroom, her hair a matted mess and her eyes half closed. She let out a startled scream as he went past, making him growl happily and Caden run from his room in just his boxers.
“What! What is it?” Caden asked, sword in hand, and
He took one into his mouth earning a soft cry in response and curled his tongue around the little hard pebble, teasing and sucking until she was a quivering mess beneath him begging for more.
Lexia’s whole body felt on fire, pleasure rippled through her veins as Lincoln teased her; she wanted desperately to wrap her hands into his hair, pull his head to her mouth and kiss him fiercely. Tugging against Lincoln’s hands that had hold of her wrists, Lexia moaned and thrashed beneath him as he nipped at her breasts sending tiny jolts of molten heat to her cor e. She should have been able to get free but with all the pleasure sizzling through her muscles, they felt drugged and weak, so all Lexia could do was moan and beg for him to give her more.
By the time Lincoln released his hold on her she was so drunk on pleasure that all she could do was lay limp, soft moans escaping her as her pulled the rest of her dress off.
“Mmm now look at that, the best desert I’ve ever seen,” he said, pulling her panties down, “so slick and wet, just waiting for me.” His fingers ran between her soft flesh making her muscles clamp.
Lincoln spread her wide and stared into her hooded eyes as he pushed himself gently inside of her. He smiled at the moan that left her lips, at the way she pushed against him wanting him deeper.
“Do you want me, baby?” he asked, looming above her, a playful smile on his lips.
“Yes, baby, yes, please,” Lexia cried, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him deeper.
“I love you, my Wildcat,” he whispered against her neck before sinking his teeth in and riding her until she screamed.
Chapter 10
Lexia woke early the next morning. Her birthday was over and today she was back to worrying about the ever-present threat of her mother and the Hunters. She slipped out of bed quietly and into the en-suite.
Splashing water onto her face, she smiled at the very faint mark on her neck which Lincoln had given her last night; she clamped her thighs together remembering the pleasure from their love making.
Pulling on a sports bra and shorts, Lexia quietly went down stairs and into the still-dark backyard. Goose bumps broke out across her skin as the wind whipped around her but soon she’d be covered in sweat so she carried on and started to stretch.
She’d been spending most evenings sparring with Lincoln but decided it was time she put more effort in. Lexia wanted to take every step possible to ensuring she had the strength to beat the Hunters and if that meant running backwards and forwards across Caden’s short yard, then that’s what she’d do.
Lincoln woke to find himself alone. Not moving, he listened to the sounds around him and picked up soft footfalls. Climbing out of bed, Lincoln walked to the window that over- looked the backyard and saw Lexia. She was running the short distance of Caden’s yard; when she reached one end she’d drop to the floor to do two press ups and then jump back to her feet and run back to the other side. It’s looked boring as hell but by the looks of the sweat glistening on her body she’d been at it a while.
He sighed; he knew that she would go back to worrying but he at least thought she’d have made it past breakfast. His panther bristled against his skin and for once he let it out. The last time he’d gone cat was when he’d bitten Lexia the day after she’d awakened. He knew he really needed to get away from the confines of this house but thought that maybe a run in the yard with Lexia might help.
He trotted from the bedroom, pushing the door open with his head. On his way across the landing Alice walked out of her bedroom, her hair a matted mess and her eyes half closed. She let out a startled scream as he went past, making him growl happily and Caden run from his room in just his boxers.
“What! What is it?” Caden asked, sword in hand, and
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