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Hell no, it would only make his hunger for her higher, hotter.
Tugging her head back again, he covered her lips in the kiss he hungered for. One of those deep primal kisses that shredded his restraint and left him lost in the taste of her, the feel of her.
She was every fantasy a man could possibly have of a woman. The taste of her exploded through his senses. Like the taste of fabled ambrosia, she drugged his senses and filled his soul.
A shudder raced through her as his lips moved over hers, his tongue stroking against hers, his body hardening, lust whipping between them, fiery and mind-numbing. Her fingers pushed into his hair, clenched and pulled, as desperate as he was to deepen the kiss, to burn hotter, higher in the sensations erupting between them.
Fuck, she’d been worth waiting for, worth giving her the cold, lonely months after she’d run from him.
He felt things he only felt with her, needed things she alone had ever made him need.
Emotions she fought, refused to acknowledge. But just as she couldn’t fight the pleasure, she’d realize she couldn’t fight the emotions either. She was beginning to realize they went hand in hand.
Tearing his lips from hers, they went to her neck, as both of them fought his clothes, his boots. It took forever to undress, to release the engorged, painfully sensitive length of his cock. The broad head pulsed, throbbed, so damned eager to be buried inside her that even his balls ached.
He swore he’d go slow and easy. Swore he’d show her he could be patient and teasing. Son of a bitch, he didn’t know if he was going to make it.
Naked now, his head lifted from her neck only long enough to get her laid out on the bed.
“Duke . . .” She moaned his name, her gray eyes slitted and staring back at him with dazed need. “We’re both crazy.”
“Not yet.” He was getting ready to get crazy, though.
Coming over her, he locked his gaze on her tight, hard nipples. Candy pink and tempting.
“Oh God, Duke. Please . . .” She arched, shuddering as he sucked one of those sweet nipples into his mouth, drawing on it, loving it.
Damn. Damn. Nothing mattered but more of her.
Angel felt pure, unexplainable sensation begin exploding through her in rapid-fire succession with each strong draw of Duke’s mouth. Heat surrounded her nipple, raking blasts of pleasure erupted in her womb, spasms of reaction clenching her lower belly. His teeth raked against the tender tip, his mouth enclosed it again, drew on it, his tongue rasping it with delicious heat.
Oh God, she wasn’t going to survive this.
How was she supposed to hold any part of her heart from him when he kept destroying her with such pleasure?
Then his hand stroked her thighs, between them, and her nails dug into the hard flesh of his back as she felt his finger part the saturated folds he found there, press against her entrance, then thrust full length inside her.
Sensation exploded through her. It shot to her bloodstream, clenched her responsive womb, and rippled through the snug flesh surrounding his finger.
“Fuck, you make me wild for you, Angel.” His finger retreated as he moved, his shoulders parting her thighs further.
“Duke . . .” She cried his name as his head bent, his tongue sliding through the slick, sensitive folds with delicious pleasure. “So good . . . Oh God, Duke, that’s so good.”
It was exquisite. It was so damned good. Her hips lifted and a cry escaped her despite her determination to hold it back. What he did to her should be illegal. She bet it was illegal. Somewhere. But not here and now and not as far as Duke was concerned. Not as far as his wicked, hungry tongue and his tormenting fingers and lips were concerned.
Duke hadn’t even realized how much he needed her, the sweet taste of her and the feel of her going wild beneath him. Her knees lifted, her pretty legs parting farther as he ran his tongue around her hard little clit and tried to throttle the desperate groans in his throat as she arched against his mouth.
Her fingers were in his hair, clenching, kneading like a cat as he buried his tongue in the heated center of her body, desperate for more of her.
She arched into him again, twisting against the stroke of his tongue against her clit, then crying out as he drew it between his lips for a heated kiss and lash of his tongue. “Oh yes . . . like that . . . more like that.”
“Like this, baby?” Her clit throbbed as he held it between his lips a second later, then rolled his tongue against it.
Fuck, he was dying for her. Not just dying with the need to satisfy the throbbing in his cock, but the needs wrapping around his heart, clenching it as the pleasure, the hunger for every part of her rose with the same vicious demand as the lust pounding in his balls.
She was his. She didn’t want to acknowledge it, she wasn’t ready to accept it, but she was his.
“Duke . . . please . . .” she gasped beneath him as he lapped at her, his tongue parting her bare folds, licking every slick, wet curve of her inner lips, as he moved lower. Finding the snug entrance again, he rimmed it with quick licks, flickering over it as her hips jerked and a shudder raced through her.
