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Twyla
Her kiss felt like an ice pack on my overheated skin. She held me so possessively, her fingers in my hair and on the curve of my hip, branding me. Owning me. Her tongue slid over mine, knowing how to drag out surprised moans of pleasure from my throat.
How?! my mind screamed. She’d only kissed me a couple times before. How could she possibly know my lips so well? Or was I so deep in Heat that anything could elicit such a response from me?
I didn’t know, and I didn’t care.
All I knew was that I wanted her hands on my naked skin.
It seemed like she had the same idea.
I felt both of her palms under my ass a moment before she lifted and set me down on her bed.
My breath froze in my lungs as she lowered herself on top of me, her toned frame settling comfortably. A shudder ran through me as the tip of her blond braid caressed the bare flesh of my collarbone, but for once over the past week, I knew the shudder had nothing to do with the damn Heat. Because she was so beautiful that my body responded to her in the best, most lustful ways. Oh, how I’d wished over the past week that she’d plaster her body against my own, slide against me in a heated dance that had me begging, begging, begging.
Her biceps bunched as she held herself on top of me and I almost groaned from that sight alone. But I needed more. I raised my legs, letting my makeshift pajama shirt ride dangerously high on my thighs, as I encircled her waist, pulling her closer.
My core throbbed painfully as the cool air in the room ran up my thighs. I winced.
Cedra didn’t miss a thing.
“Let me see,” she asked, sliding a hand down to the hem of my shirt.
I felt a quick blast of red flush my cheeks at her request. The “situation” down there was bad, and I knew it. I’d always thought the female form to be beautiful, but I was currently a swollen, reddened mess. Kind of like fruit that had been left out in the sun for too long. Surely it should be unappetizing.
“It’s okay, ’mara,” she murmured, brushing her lips softly against mine. “You really don’t have any idea how beautiful you are, do you? Spread open under me, waiting for me to help ease your pain?”
Her words strummed a chord of desire deep inside me. I couldn’t look away from the longing in her eyes. They were clouded with lust as she spoke and my body reacted quickly.
“It’s selfish, I know. But I’m glad that this desire is only for me.”
“Yes,” I said, entranced. “Only for you.”
I could hardly recognize my own voice.
“Let me test something.”
Her fingers found the apex of my thighs and stroked softly, seeking the spot I had been avoiding all week.
I braced for pain, fingers clenching into fists. My spine stiffened in horrible anticipation, a near-whimper leaving my lips.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak.
As her fingers slid through the swollen folds, my back arched in surprised pleasure, hovering over the mattress for a few blissful seconds.
I would’ve panicked if she hadn’t been there, a pleased smile on her face as she bracketed me in her warmth.
“I’m guessing that didn’t hurt.”
I could only shake my head. My voice had been exorcised by that single touch.
“You’re too swollen,” she said, her fingers probing slightly. I squirmed under her, trying not to pant myself crazy. “I think you’re too sensitive for my fingers.”
I swallowed thickly. Surely, she couldn’t mean... Because I really wanted... But I didn’t dare hope for...
She pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my neck, her fingers forging a wet trail from my pussy to my thighs. Up and down she stroked, as though she was getting me used to her touch. I could only shiver and grip her shoulder—my only anchor in a world that seemed to be slipping into a dimension of pure pleasure.
Her lips trailed a path down my body, pausing at my quivering belly.
