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She watched them go, then turned off the lights in the kitchen and moved to get the candles. She was leaning over the table when she felt Farrell move behindher.
She braced herself on the edge as he moved her hair over one shoulder. She felt the heat of his body, the brand of his lips against the back of herneck.
His hands traveled down to her waist, over her hips. He pulled her against him hard enough that she gasped when his erection nestled into the crack of herass.
She didn’t object as he ran his hands up her thighs, lifting her dress, exposing her ass. If she were someone else — if he were someone else — she might have worried they’d be caught. That Angel or Nico would come downstairs, that one of the children would wake up and interruptthem.
But they weren’t anyoneelse.
They didn’t play at fear — inanything.
They took what they wanted, especially from eachother.
Emotions weren’t easy for either of them, but this… this theyunderstood.
This they couldcommunicate.
She let her head fall forward as he unzipped her dress and kissed his way from the back of her neck along the line of her spine, pausing to flick his tongue against the sensitive skin at her waist before continuing to herass.
He ripped off her underwear and slid a hand between her legs, his cool flesh sending shivers of excitement through hersex.
“You’re wet for me,Jenna.”
His voice was low and hoarse, laden with the promise of his hands and mouth, of all the things they would do to herbody.
“Always.”
He turned her around, cradled her face in his hands as he looked into her eyes, a sly smile on hislips.
She was naked in Nico and Angel’s dining room and all she could think about was feeling him insideher.
He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip, then lowered his mouth tohers.
She was always surprised that such a big man, such a hard man, could have such soft lips. Then he parted her mouth with his tongue and she remembered that this was FarrellBlack.
There was no gentleness in his kiss, not before he took her. That would come later, after he’d satiated his desire for herbody.
He took possession of her mouth like a hurricane blowing across an island in the middle of the ocean, conquering and sweeping, leaving nothing behind but the tingling of her skin, the heat at her core as her body primed itself forhim.
She slid her hands around his neck and he lifted her into his arms, his mouth still devouring hers as she wrapped her legs around hiswaist.
He carried her toward the fire still blazing in the hearth, his hands cupping her bare ass as he plundered her mouth with his tongue. The sensation was too similar to the feel of his cock invading her body, and the spark he’d lit when he’d fingered her under the dinner table expanded into a full-fledgedinferno.
Her pussy was aching with the need for him, with the need to feel his skin on hers, and she was already unbuttoning his shirt when he set her on thefloor.
She kissed her way down his chest as it was revealed, admiring his skin, smooth and warm, stretched taut over muscle. He was a work of art forged in fire, in violence and death andrage.
He washers.
He tightened his hands in her hair and tugged as she flicked her tongue against his nipples and a fresh surge of wetness flooded hercore.
She slid the shirt off his massive shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then she reached for the button on histrousers.
He didn’t relinquish his grip on her hair as she undid the zipper, slid the pants from his hips. She wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t wearing underwear. He often went commando, taking full advantage of it to fuck her anywhere and everywhere with minimal struggle out of hisclothes.
She looked down at his cock. She hadn’t had much experience with men besides Farrell, but she’d always been surprised that their penises had seemed like afterthoughts, added to their bodies when the rest of them had beenmade.
Farrell’s cock was part of him. Every bit as enormous and powerful as the muscled expanse of his back, his chiseled biceps, the breadth of his perfectly formedchest.
She looked down at it, standing at attention, waiting for her hands, her mouth, herpussy.
He hissed when she closed her palm around it, her hand not even coming close to encompassing the length of hisshaft.
She stroked him as she leaned forward, flicking her tongue against his nipples, tugging at them with her teeth until he growled and lifted her back into hisarms.
It didn’t lastlong.
She’d barely wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him sink into the wet folds at her center, when he lowered her to the floor in front of thefire.
He kneeled between her legs, his eyes hooded and unreadable as he looked down at her. She stretched her arms over her head andwaited.
