Page 19 of Secret Pleasure (Bound Hearts 13)

“It wasn’t a prank,” he told her, his voice rough.

“You’re lying to me.” The accusation held no doubt whatsoever.

“God help me.” He drew in a hard breath. “No, no joke. Actually, I bought smaller than our own. I had no idea…” He cleared his throat. “I knew you were innocent; I didn’t know you were a virgin.”

They bought smaller than their own?

Alyssa licked her lips nervously. “Smaller?”

“Sorry, baby.” He wanted to grin, but he was too busy trying to breathe.

“Well then, that’s too bad.” The disappointment in her gaze was sincere. “They wouldn’t fit. There’s no way.…” A moan slipped past her lips as Sebastian lifted her top over her hardened nipples.

“Take the shirt off,” Shane demanded, the sight of those little nipples destroying him with the need to taste them.

“There’s no way you’ll fit,” she protested breathlessly, though she took the top off.

Swollen, firm, the satin flesh of her breasts was so damned pretty, those tight nipples making his mouth water to suck them. Just for a minute.

He needed to touch her, needed to taste her.

Sebastian wasn’t waiting. His head lowered, his lips claiming an engorged peak. Shane gave up. The battle was lost and his hunger for her took over.

“Oh my—” Alyssa lost her breath.

She lost her mind.

Before she could curl her fingers into their hair they each caught a wrist and secured it above her head, never once easing the incredible sensations surrounding her nipples and intoxicating her senses.

Nothing should feel this good.

Nothing should be this destructive to a woman’s senses, to her ability to think.

The sensitive tips were surrounded by such intense pleasure she had no idea how to handle it. Sensation upon sensation whipped through her, heat building beneath her skin and racing to the more tender flesh between her thighs.

As she arched to them, incredible pleasure tearing through her with fierce crashing waves had her crying out, though whether in protest or in a plea for more she wasn’t certain.

“Oh God. What are you doing to me?” She arched again, the feel of their teeth raking the sensitive tips; then their mouths suckling her once again, firmer, more heatedly, held her spellbound by the storm rising through her. Their tongues licked, lashed at the tips, as their fingers stroked over her stomach, her spread thighs.

She hadn’t expected this. The slashing arcs of electric heat were dizzying. They whipped through her in maddening waves of demand that she had no idea how to ease.

It was too much.

The whipping storm of pleasure and gathering tension would destroy her … change her.

Struggling against the sensations, Alyssa tried to dampen them. She tried to protest, to beg one of them to stop, to ease. The tightening of the heat in her belly was stealing her breath, the sensations centering there, burning outward.

A male groan of incredible pleasure vibrated at her nipple as broad calloused fingers slipped beneath the band of her panties.

Alyssa parted her thighs farther, her hips arching. Yes, she needed this, needed touch there where the painful pleasure was gathering in a spiraling storm.

Then it was there. A hard male palm rasped over the swollen bud of her clit—

“No.… No.…” The whipping storm gathered, tightened. Then shattered.

Sensation spiraled outward, exploded with such force it stole her breath and drew her body tight. It encompassed the clenched inner flesh of her vagina, to her torturously swollen clit, and every sense was held suspended by the ecstatic force.

She was lost. There was no escaping the lashing inferno of exploding sensation. It pulsed through her, each surge blending, burning, and throwing her higher into a realm of pure ecstasy.