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And if she did, maybe, just maybe she wouldn’t feel as cold and empty as she always did the next day.
Something about Roarke Callim touched the core of her. She didn’t know why or how. His piercing brown eyes begged her to give in. Her lips parted to speak, but he pushed to get up again. She whimpered and he paused. “If we want this party to continue, I have to take my pants off. I want to be inside you, feel you tighten on my cock as I drive us both to pleasure.”
She loosened her legs reluctantly and let them fall wide, freeing him. Roarke rose from the bed and shoved his pants down then kicked off his shoes. Eager for a glimpse of the part of him she’d been humping, Seraphina shifted onto her side.
When she attempted to lean over, he surged up and was back in the bed, between her legs. Knowing she was going to give in left her trembling. Concern flashed over his face at her hesitation and he eased up. “Tempest?”
The risk versus the reward weighed heavy on her mind, but the need to feel it all this one time pushed at her doubts. She blew out a breath. She was overreacting. Trailing her fingers down the outside of his arms, she said, “I want to taste you first. Afterward, you can do anything you want.”
His lids lowered to half-mast, a red flush staining his cheeks. “Anything?”
She swallowed and leaped without an escape hatch in place. “Anything.”
In an instant, he rolled them over and spread his arms out to his sides. His lips quirked as he held himself still. “I won’t move. Take your taste. When it’s my turn, you’ll be wishing you hadn’t given me an open ended invite.”
The threat aroused more than frightened.
“This is better,” she murmured, leaned low and nipping his chin. Her hands glided over his shoulders and chest, kneading the muscles in her wake.
Shivering but undeterred, she slid down his body, kissing and licking toward her goal. Roarke twitched and jerked with every touch but didn’t move, holding true to his words. Having this powerful man under her control sent zings up her spine.
At his hips, she crouched between his parted thighs. His cock rose toward his hip, hard and flushed. The head quivered against his belly. She reached forward and stroked firmly. Roarke’s thighs jerked, his knees drawing up slightly.
With an eager smile, she directed her mouth to the plump sac beneath the base of his shaft and sucked. Roarke’s hands flexed before settling back on the sheets. She grinned and laved the sensitive skin, tongue moving in a circular motion. She licked and sucked her way up his shaft in her stroking fist.
Hips bucking, Roarke reached down and wrapped his fingers in her hair. Growls and purrs poured from his parted lips, giving her a moment of curiosity. The animal sounds weren’t typical. She eased up and mouthed the crown of his erection.
Roarke groaned and muttered, “Can’t wait to feel your wet mouth swallow me.”
She moaned around the tip and sucked him deep. Roarke called out her name, hips punching up, so she had to brace herself in order not to tumble from the bed
She laved his cock, sucked and pumped her fist up and down. His thick length throbbed in her grip, each pulse increasing her arousal. Her thighs grew damp as she rubbed them together. Her internal channel clenched and released, longing to be filled.
“Gonna come, Tempest. Where do you want it,essha?”
Her eyes fluttered open. She gazed up the length of his body to find his neck arched up as he watched her. She fondled his sac firmly while her other hand sped up. Her head bobbed and she thrilled at the erotic growl in his tone.
“Tempest, tell me unless you want me to come down your throat right here and right now.”
She whined and kept sucking, the idea embedded in her mind from his words an irresistible lure. She wanted his seed, wanted him to release his load in her mouth for her to swallow.
The hands in her hair slid to grasp her head firmly and shoved down. She gagged at taking so much of him at once, but her hands never stopped their feverish motions. She kept her eyes on him and gave him her answer the only way she could.
