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Isabel moaned and plunged her fingers into his hair. Rhys couldn’t help his answering moan. It felt so good to feel her fingers sifting through his locks, her nails scraping his scalp.
More than that, it felt incredibly good to feel wanted. Needed.
He swept his tongue into her, tasting the corners of her mouth. She shyly touched his tongue with hers, and he was lost in their sensual dance. Rhys gently moved her knees apart and settled between them. The heat from her thighs rubbing against his body and the sensual rhythm of her breaths fanning against his face made him mad with lust.
He ran his hands down her back, then circled her delicate waist. His hands inched up her sides, and he was dying to touch her breasts. Would she allow it? He moved his hands higher, and in a moment’s time, her soft globes were resting in his palms. Isabel gasped, but instead of moving away, she pressed herself firmer into him.
He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, and she gasped again.
“Do you like that?” he whispered, looking into her lust-hazed eyes.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He brushed the tips of her breasts once more. They turned into hardened peaks, and Rhys’s entire body went stiff with want. God, she was magnificent.
Her head fell back in bliss, and Rhys brushed his mouth against her neck. He sucked on her silky skin, then grazed the spot with his teeth.
“Rhys!” His name was a breathy moan.
Rhys’s hands went to the ribbons on her shoulders. He hooked them with his fingers and looked into her dark, passion-filled eyes.
“May I?” he asked.
Isabel swallowed the tiny ripple in her throat, doing unconscionable things to his already painful erection. Then Isabel nodded, and it was all he could do not rip her nightgown to shreds.
Instead, he slowly lowered the ribbons down her marble-white shoulders until her bodice sagged at her waist.
He kissed her just at the juncture between her neck and shoulder, and she whimpered.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes… So much more.”
Rhys chuckled and bit her there, then soothed the spot with his tongue. Isabel sank her fingers into his hair and tugged lightly.
“Mm… yes, guide me, my love,” he whispered against her skin.
She tugged again, and Rhys followed her instructions, licking down her shoulder, then her collarbone, until finally, he was face to nipple with her breasts. He licked around the dark areola, and Isabel whimpered again.
He licked just below her breast, and she tugged on his hair in frustration.
“Hmm… It seems like you want something else,” he murmured. “Perhaps I should go back to the start.”
Rhys moved to raise his head, but Isabel tightened her fingers around his head. “No! Oh, please no,” she cried, and Rhys chuckled.
“Are you certain?”
“Please, Rhys… Please, don’t make me beg anymore.”
“Mm, but I do like hearing you beg,” he murmured before taking her hardened peak into his mouth.
The jolt of pleasure that originated deep inside his stomach grew as his tongue made contact with her nipple.
Lord, if heaven was real, then this was it, in the arms of this woman, on his knees before her, with his mouth on her.
He continued licking her skin with renewed vigor, holding her close to him, feeding off her every moan.
Kiss me and don’t ever stop,she’d said.
