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It was so good. So good.
“You’re such a little liar,” he growled, continuing to hold her wrists to the wall above her head as his teeth raked over her collarbone. “You want this just as damned bad as I do.”
Probably more, she thought, dazed, immersed in her body’s rush to ecstasy.
Before she could process the move, he had the borrowed shirt lifted, his hands releasing her wrists to whip the material over her head as he turned her, pushing her face-first against the wall.
Palms flat against the barrier, her breathing short and choppy, she moaned as his hands caressed down her sides before gripping the curves of her ass firmly. Electric heat raced from where his lips pressed against her shoulder before trailing kisses to her nape, then moving slowly, with shudder-inducing sensations, down her spine.
What was he doing to her?
She’d never read about this. The romances she’d stolen from her sister Zoey had never described this. Or described how she was supposed to handle it.
“You have to stop,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she rolled her forehead against the wall.
He filled his hands with the curves of her ass, parting them.
Her eyes flew open, a gasp escaping her as the damp warmth of his tongue slid down the crevice, pausing only momentarily at the tight, dark entrance between them. She went to her tiptoes, wicked pleasure shocking her.
Just as quickly her thighs were spread by broad, strong hands, wide shoulders holding them apart as he turned her, sitting between her thighs as his hands gripped her hips and his tongue speared into the drenched entrance of her vagina.
Shock no longer applied.
Disbelief was long gone.
As quickly as Graham made the move and penetrated her with licking, hungry strokes of his tongue, her senses were flung into such fiery chaos that reality no longer existed. Fighting to breathe, her fingers outspread, with the pads pressing firmly into the wall, Lyrica found her eyes opening.
Looking down the line of her body, she met the golden gaze of the man devouring her, flecks of rich, deep gold gleaming in his eyes as he stared up at her. As he let her watch, let her see his tongue as it retreated from the clenched depths of her pussy to move with languid strokes to the throbbing bud of her clit.
“You’ll destroy me,” she cried out, one hand moving from the wall to spear into the damp waves of his hair as he gave her clit an erotic, luxurious kiss.
His lips tightened on the bundle of nerves, suckling at it heatedly as his tongue flicked over it before licking with a deeper pressure just to the side, where the firm strokes seemed to ignite a spark that burned hotter, deeper through her sex.
She couldn’t fight.
With one hand he urged her thighs farther apart, the pad of his thumb sliding against the narrow entrance before parting her flesh, stretching it slowly and slipping inside. There, the rasp of the callused pad stroked, caressed, moving inside her as more of the slick heat flowed from her and carnal need began beating at her senses.
With the stroke of his thumb, the fiery lash of his tongue at her clit, a wicked, tantalizing pleasure and decadent intensity rushed through her like a flaming wave. Heat built and spread, igniting, and in a split second exploded through her senses in fiery waves of ecstasy that she knew she’d never recover from. A pleasure that seemed never to end.
She shook, her body jerking at each slamming tide of rapture, and a distant part of her, an instinctive spark of self-preservation, warned her, screamed at her, demanded that she stop the headlong rush into her own destruction.
A destruction born of a pleasure she didn’t know if she could deny herself.
“Fuck!” Graham’s curse was barely heard, the knowledge that he was moving from between her thighs, barely registering.
The broad, heated crest of his cock parting the bare folds of her sex ignited the need inside her once again. A need the violence of her orgasm had only increased.
“Graham . . .” Her voice was heavy, her senses whirling between the vicious, overwhelming need and that small glimmer of self-preservation. “I’m a virgin.”
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, rolled down her cheek, and preceded the hitch of her breathing as she fought back the heavy sob fighting to be free.
Was she insane?
The thick crest of his erection was pressed against the clenched entrance of her pussy, ready to thrust inside her, to send them both spiraling out of control, and she had to open her mouth?
Was she crazy?
She knew he would break her heart. Loving him as she did, aching for him as she had, it would only be worse now. It would scar her soul. It would tear her apart from the inside out until there was nothing left of the woman she had been, and the woman she would become would be a stranger to her.
