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He could barely breathe now. He could feel the need for oxygen tearing at his chest as he panted, fighting to retain the mental capacity to hold on to his control.
His fingers were shaking as he tore open the condom and worked it over his cock. The flesh was so swollen it was painful, so hard it was like iron. The need to thrust inside her was a primitive, primal response that he could barely hold back.
Leaning over her he licked over her lips, moaning at the sweet taste as he let his fingers move between her thighs to tangle with hers. He stroked the silken flesh to feel the heat of her. He dipped his fingers into the tight entrance, stroked and caressed her as her hips arched to him and her moans filled his ears.
Her fingers gripped his wrist while her thighs fell farther apart, welcoming his fingers into her as a strangled cry tore from her chest.
She was burning alive beneath him. Sweet and hot, stealing his mind as he fought to hold back. Just a few mo
re minutes. Dear God, just enough to imprint the memory of this into his mind forever.
BAILEY STARED UP AT JOHN, watched the firelight flicker over the dark, savage features of his face, and felt her heart expanding in her chest. There was nothing so sexy, so completely filled with driving lust and sensual excitement as this man.
As he kissed the arch of her foot, she saw Trent. As his lips grew heavy, his gaze flickered with need, and his expression tightened in the lines of a man intent on mating, she saw the lover she had thought was dead forever.
This was Trent, yet he wasn’t Trent. He was different, harder, hungrier, but still the same man she had loved for five long, lonely years.
A part of her was crying out in joy, another part filling with pain. He was alive. He hadn’t died. He had deserted her instead.
No matter the pain, she couldn’t pull away from him. This memory, this short time spent with him was all she was going to have. She couldn’t bring herself to make him stop. She couldn’t bring herself to deny him.
As his lips came to hers in a kiss filled with passion and torrential need and his fingers began to slide inside her, filling her, stretching her, she knew that a part of her would always belong to him. A part of her would never let go of the lover who had stolen her heart so long ago.
“You make me insane to have you,” he groaned against her lips as she arched closer, driving his fingers deeper inside her.
“Not insane enough,” she panted. “You’re not taking me.”
“Are you sure?” Two blunt male fingers thrust inside her, sliding through the slick juices that eased from her pussy and pushing past clenching, desperate tissue.
“Oh God. John.” She was ready to scream out in need. It wasn’t enough. She needed more of him. She needed all of him.
His fingers weren’t enough, his kiss wasn’t enough.
As his lips moved from hers to her jaw, her neck, and then lower to her breasts, she could feel her temperature rising, the need growing inside her to an inferno level. Her hips arched closer as his fingers began to fuck inside her with steady strokes and his lips closed over a too-sensitive nipple.
The suckling heat of his mouth, the lash of his tongue against her nipple, and the smooth, driving strokes of his fingers fucking inside her were too much. The pitch of excitement was rising, growing to a degree that she couldn’t bear the sensations. Her stomach contracted, her muscles tightened and she could feel her orgasm growing, just out of reach.
Wrapping her arms around his neck she arched and writhed against him. His name was a ragged chant on her lips, drawn from the growing desperation building inside her.
Lightning-hot bolts of sensation tore across her nerve endings, whipped through her body, and sent waves of clawing hunger washing through her.
She couldn’t bear it. The need was tearing at her like a ravenous beast, filling her with a desperation she couldn’t fight or control any longer.
“Please, John,” she cried out, fighting to breathe through the hunger that tore at her senses. “Take me now. I can’t bear it. Please.”
“God, I can’t let you go yet,” he groaned against her breast as he licked at her nipple before turning to its mate. “Not yet, Bailey.”
His fingers worked inside her, stroking and caressing tender tissue, stoking the fire burning inside her until she could feel the flames licking at her soul.
“No. No. Now.” She arched, the muscles of her pussy tightening around his thrusting fingers. “Now, John. Please.”
She couldn’t bear much more. She needed so desperately to feel him inside her that she couldn’t bear the sensations.
“God, you’re killing me.” His fingers slid free of her as he rose between her thighs. “Sweet sweet Bailey, you’ll be the death of me.”
She watched, licking her lips in anticipation as he stroked the sheathed flesh of his cock and moved closer to the aching center of her body.
She reached for him, gripped the hard shaft herself and lifted to him, drawing him to her and tucking the head of his erection into the clenching entrance of her pussy.
