Page 72 of The Phoenix


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Her tongue rode up and down his length. When he shuddered, she closed her mouth around the tip, loving his flavor, the texture of his flesh. She feared he could become an obsession.

She’d planned a slow, teasing torture before she allowed his release. But Roark had other ideas.

He fisted her hair, pressing her forward, angling her neck, showing her how he liked to be treated. He pumped his hips, forcing himself deeper. “Take more. You can do it.”

With his fingers tangled in her hair, he yanked her head back, watching himself glide in and out of her mouth while he controlled the action.

She met Roark’s hungry gaze. Moans escaped her throat when she cradled his balls, rolling and stroking them in her free hand while her other squeezed his tight buttocks.

“Fuck, Indy. I’m about to come.”

When he pulled her off his cock, she cried out, “Hey, I’m not done apologizing.”

“Yes, you are. Our first time is going to be with me buried in your slick pussy.” Roark gripped the waistband of her skirt, along with her panties. He dragged them down her legs, tossing them to the floor. “Off with the top.”

She dutifully yanked it overhead without argument.

He kicked out of his boots and pants, nearly tearing off his shirt. The muscled raven shifter rammed her against the wall again.

She hadn’t been this vulnerable since she had run from home with Alarik in her arms. On that day, she began to build walls around her damaged heart, strong walls of stone. To the world she was a gum-popping, hair-twisting, quirky witch. A mask. She was a street-corner, slight-of-hand scam artist. Watch the pebble under the nutshell. While she distracted her audience, she had already palmed it.

She trusted her heart to no one, except maybe her brother, but there were things she had never shared even with him. Things a child should never know. Things about the day they had escaped. Things about their parents.

Now Roark was slipping through her defenses as easily as his demanding lips took hers, his tongue sneaking in, licking, exploring, caressing her mouth while his thick arousal nudged her stomach. But she wouldn’t let him mean anything. He may be on her team, but his aura remained off-the-wall wonky.

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With his lips pressed to Indy’s, his tongue plundered her mouth. He pushed his cock against her stomach while he penned her with his forearms flat on each side of her head. Indy would not escape. He inched away to give himself room to work. His fingers teased along her inner thigh, stroking nearly to her sex and back down again.

She moaned, squirming, begging for him.

Pausing, he stared. She was beautiful, her luscious, pale skin, her long legs, and her glistening, eager sex.

Her dark, curly hair hung loose, and the necklace he had admired the first day he met her was cradled between her full breasts. He eyed Indy, her nipples drawn into tight, perky buds. His raging appetite for her raced out of control.

She licked her lips, her eyelids half-masted with desire. “Well? I’m naked. You’re naked. What are you going to do? Stare all day?”

“Don’t bother me, Indy. I’m deciding where to start.”

While grinning at her, he trailed a finger through her wet, silky pussy. She jolted at the contact. When he slipped inside her, she shuddered, her muscles rippling with each thrust. He pulled out to re-enter with two fingers, penetrating deeper while his thumb stroked her clit. Her hard nub quivered as he flicked and taunted it.

With Indy thrusting into his hand, he bent to suckle a breast. He licked and bit her nipple before he moved on to the other equally succulent mound. All the while, his fingers kept up the assault.

Before she could orgasm, he drew out despite her loud objection. “Damn, Roark.”

With a laugh, he returned, spearing his two thick digits into her core.

Indigo rocked against them, setting a steady rhythm. She was excited, frenzied. But he was unwilling to satisfy her this way. Maybe he was still a bit pissed she’d decided to run. When her gasps and moans signaled she was about to come, he retreated again. With one palm molded to her breast, he took her lips, working his tongue inside.

Angry, she pushed him away. “Stop teasing.”

“You want to jump to the main show?”

“Yes. I vote for the feature presentation.” She made her point by curling a palm around his aching dick.

“What do you want, Indy? Tell me. I’m dumb. So be very clear.”

“Clear, huh? I want your prick, your peter, your pecker inside me now.”

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