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“Grace,” he gritted out. “Please,” his voice was rough and raw, gravel soaked in longing. “I can’t…”
“Oh, you can,” she demanded. He groaned, head dropping forward, teeth clenched as she began to stroke him, slow, steady, deliberate. Her touch was silk over steel. Her grip was just tight enough to drive him wild. “I can feel your control,” she whispered, so close to his head her hot breath sent an ache through his dick into his taut nuts. “Still holding on. Even now. Let go. You came to me. You want this as much as I do.” She licked him, a slow slide of her tongue, curled her lips around the head and sucked him taking him into the softest, most erotic stroke of his life. He groaned again, instinctively thrusting against that irresistible tongue, and then her tongue swirled slow and decadent as she took him deeper, inch by inch, until her lips brushed the base,takingall of him.
One deep, slow pull of her mouth down his shaft, and Nash Rahim, warrior, strategist, survivor, forgot every commandment he’d ever lived by.
He nearly came on the spot.
“Fuck, Grace?—”
Her nails bit into the backs of his thighs as she pulled back, only to sink deeper again, her throat working, her mouth loving every inch of him. He was shaking, trembling, panting, hands fisting in her hair.
But she didn’t let up. She devoured him, not just with her mouth but with her eyes. Every look said,I need you. I want you. I’m not afraid of what’s inside you.
His legs almost buckled when she moaned around him.
He pulled back, just far enough to stop himself from shattering.Sheer torture when his body was urging him to move harder, deeper, faster, giving into his need to bury himself into her, to take what she was offering because he wanted her as fiercely as he wanted answers. His breath was a roar in his ears.
“Grace, stop, I’m going to?—”
She rose to her feet, her mouth swollen, her eyes molten. He gathered her against him, picked her up off her feet, walked to her bed, and set her down like she was something precious. Then covered her like she was his last breath.
His body pressed into hers, bare, hot, all strength and brutal longing. He wanted to pump into her, the savageness of his longing taking his breath. But that’s the man he had been with blurred faces and empty thrusts. He couldn’t rush. Helingered. His mouth found hers again, not hungry this time but avid. Slow. Like he needed to relearn every shape of her lips, memorize every flick of her tongue.
Her legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging into the backs of his thighs. He groaned against her mouth.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered, his voice shredded. “I’ve wanted this,you, so long, Grace. I dreamed this. I bled for this.”
She touched his face, thumb brushing the line of his jaw. “Then take it. Takeme.”
He kissed her again, deeper, slower, and his hand slid down, across her breast, over the soft slope of her stomach, until he found the slick heat between her thighs.
She wassoaked.
He groaned low, a filthy, reverent sound. “You’re ready for me.”
“I’vebeenready,” she gasped.
He circled her clit with the pad of his thumb, watching her fall apart beneath him, her head tipping back, her hips lifting, her hands clenching the sheets. He kissed her neck. Her collarbone. The swell of her breast. Then he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked deep. She cried out, clutching him harder, her thighs tightening around his hips. He didn’t stop. Didn’t hurry.
He moved over her like a man finally allowed tofeel. His fingers worked her slowly, steadily, until her legs trembled and she gasped his name, hips jerking beneath him.
He moved down her body, knowing what she wanted, what she needed. When he reached the heart of her, her sex soft and swollen, he parted her and caressed her with his tongue. She arched her hips against his mouth, seeking and silently begging for release.
He closed his eyes and groaned, doubling his efforts to give her what she was craving. He drew her core into his mouth, used his tongue to stroke her and increase her pleasure. Her fingers knotted tighter in his hair, and a soft moan escaped her. With heat and intent, he continued his erotic assault.
She inhaled sharply, jolted against him in response, then succumbed as her orgasm crested and she moaned, surrendering to the powerful rush of sensation rippling through her and against his tongue.
He nudged her legs wide apart, slid up over her delectable body, settling between her toned thighs. She splayed her palms on his chest, glided them up and over his biceps several times, then to his shoulders and around his neck, arching against him, and hooked her calves against the back of his thighs, urging him inside.
He pulled back just enough to look down between them, guiding his cock to her entrance, dragging the thick head through her slickness, coating himself in her arousal.
“I’m going slow,” he said, voice breaking. “I’m gonna feel every fucking inch of you.”
Then he pushed in.
Sweet God?—
He drove into her in a seemingly endless stroke and growled deep in his throat as she took every hard, solid inch of him. Her body took him like it was made to. Tight, hot,perfect. Her head flew back, mouth parting in a gasp that wrecked him.