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Cullen was more than happy to oblige, claiming her mouth with his, meshing his fingers in her wild hair, wishing he could tether them together that way.
Those soft lips parted under his, her body arching up, her arms locking around his neck. Such eagerness, such wanton behavior, and yet it seemed fully natural, as if she was meant to be this way.
She clung tighter to him, crushing her breasts against his chest. He rested his hands against her back, holding her close while he looked down into her eyes. She was so warm and inviting, and the liquid fire of her spirit was reflected in her gaze. It made his blood surge, and he longed to couple with her again. “May I hold you again, lover?”
“Yes, please, and make it so I’ll always find your arms around me whenever I dream.” She trailed her fingertips down his neck and over his arms, squeezing the muscle there. “Just the touch of your hand on me...” She gave a low growl in her throat in response to his hand enclosing her warm flesh. “Your touch makes the worried thoughts slip away. I truly believe you could make me forget anything and everything.” She reached for him, tangled her fingers in his hair.
The nature of her response captured him in an instant. Her eyes simmered with passion, the atmosphere between them heavy with reciprocated carnal longing. The heating of their blood was so well matched, he was filled with the need to lock his body with hers. They clung hungrily to each other, their curious sense of identification arresting them in a magic embrace.
“Come then, let us pass the time more pleasantly.” He bent his head to kiss her rosebud mouth again, before turning his attention back to her bountiful breasts, so beautifully outlined through the thin material of his shirt. She’d secured the torn fabric by tying it in a knot, and he untied it, lifted the shirt and bared her. He circled one breast with his hand, caressing it and taking the nipple into his mouth, tonguing it then grazing the peak with his teeth.
“Oh, that makes me go weak at the knees,” she murmured. “You really can push all thoughts out of my head.”
“Good.” He liked the way she expressed herself to him. It was unusual in his experience. He turned his attention to her other breast, tonguing it fervently.
“Oh, Cullen, you’ve mastered me so thoroughly.” She gave a husky laugh but it was edged with a note of desperation.
Something twitched inside him, an urge to possess her completely, and it was fiercer than anything he’d ever known.
He stood up and abandoned his shirt while Sunny kicked off the borrowed slippers and struggled with the laces of her breeches. She rose alongside him and offered the laces to him. He took a moment to rest a kiss between her breasts then jerked the baggy breeches down her legs. She moaned softly when he tested her with his fingertips. She was already warm and slick between her legs. Her blazing eyes ate him up. She was so lusty, her instincts and desires thoroughly blatant.
“Let me look at you, too. I want to savor you,” she whispered, showing she also regretted the thought of their imminent separation. “You’re the most incredible man I’ve ever met.”
Pride soared through him.
She circled him, touching him longingly.
He took pleasure in her need for him, and when she dropped to the floor in front of him and whispered, “Cullen, I’m desperate for your cock,” he almost came undone there and then.
“Hellfire, woman, what are you trying to do to me?” He couldn’t help himself. She was incredible. His heart thudded loudly within his chest, his body on fire for her.
She looked eager as he undid his breeches. His cock sprang out, hard and ready for her. She took it in her hands, trembling. His fingers slid into the rumpled mess of her hair and he held her head as her tongue darted out and licked at him. When she plunged the shaft into her mouth and ran its head against the roof of her mouth, he cursed again. She drew back, moving over the swollen head with deliberation. She plunged again and again.
He all but cried out for mercy, brimming over with pleasure. Her fingers slid down and held his sac. She moved fast and well, and she was bringing him to seed very quickly. He gripped her shoulder with one hand, the other closed on the stem of his cock. His head fell forward, his legs flexing as he spent.
She looked up at him, her eyes flashing with pleasure. He dropped down beside her on the floor of the cave. He moved his hand up from her belly to her neck. She moaned as she laid back, her eyes filled with longing, with challenge. She looked so very beautiful, her cheeks glowing, her eyes so dark and full of passion. He moved and she gave a low guttural moan when she felt him, signaling her approval. That was good, because he was desperate with the need to be inside her. He grabbed her legs, pulling her body nearer with a jolt.
“Pardon my rush, but I’m eager for more of you,” he whispered low against her ear, the tension of holding on almost threatening to undo him for a second spill right there and then.
“Believe me, I want it, too, hard and fast,” she murmured.
The things the woman said, she was wanton. It took a lot to weaken a man like him, but those words nearly did it.
“Feel my heat.” She took his hand and slid it down to her groin so he could feel the needful damp, cloying heat emanating from inside her.
“God in heaven, you are on fire...” He moaned quietly against her mouth and kissed her deep. His cock reared up again, demanding contact. He heard her breath quicken when she tested him with her hand. She was unbelievable, a canny witch all right, one who could entrance a man with her passionate ways. The light caught her expression, wild and filled with desire for him, and he had to be inside her.
She leaned back against the rock, bracing herself. “Cullen,” she cried.
“Oh yes.” He groaned as he experienced the grip of
her flesh on his. “This is too good. God help me, I may miss my ship, but I can’t miss out on this.”
She gripped his shoulders when he filled her to the hilt. She grasped at him, her legs locking tighter on him. She was so eager, it made something in his chest roar with pride and possessiveness.
He held her hips down with his hands and filled her, throbbing against the moist walls of her enclosing flesh. As her body rose up toward him, one arm sliding around his neck, he leaned down and sank his mouth onto her shoulder. She made a sound, a cry, and fell away from him again. He rode her, but kept them close, moving in deep thrusts, their bodies clinging together in the gloom. The dank smell of the cave, combined with the heady smell of their mating, filled the atmosphere.
“Cullen...I’ve never had it like this, it’s so hot,” she whispered.
