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Clawing and screaming, I wake drenched in sweat, shivering uncontrollably.
“Whoa, angel, whoa! I’ve got you. Nobody’s here. Trust me, baby. You’re safe.”
Throwing my arms around him, I wrap my body tightly around his muscular, solid frame, needing his reassuring presence more than anything in this world right now.
“Shhh.” He runs a hand along my hair and soothes me until I hiccup and lie against his hard chest, listening to his strong heartbeat under my ear, letting my body relax into his touch and the masculine smell of him. Finally, the dream begins to fade and the fear subsides, the anxiety fading into another kind of feeling.
Hunger. Every time I’ve looked into Bennet’s green gaze I’ve had to pull myself back. Put my defenses up. Right now, I have no such defenses.
Heat and need slam into my body and the air’s charged with it. It hums around us like a living, breathing entity. My breath catches and I slowly lift my head to his. My eyes lock with the fiery green of his gaze and I gasp when I see the flames burning, locked on me like a heat-seeking missile.
Without thinking, I lift my hand and run it along his scruffy jawline, loving the scrape of his warm skin under my fingers. He closes his eyes, his dark lashes fluttering along his high cheekbones and his lips opening to softly press into the palm of my hand.
I can’t breathe. Can’t think. All I can do is feel. Feel the way my heart races in my chest. The way my breath huffs out in little puffs, speeding up when his hand begins to stray from where he was running it along my hair, slowly sliding down until he cups my shoulder and moves me closer.
Achingly slowly, his lips move toward mine and his eyes open, watching me. Waiting for me to protest. Waiting for me to stop what’s happening here.
But I can’t. I’ve never felt this drawn to any man and it’s way too strong to stop.
I need him. Like water and food, I need his touch. I’m ravenous for his taste. I move closer and his hand moves up to cup my jaw gently, reverently. His full lips barely touch mine, just a whisper on my skin and the fire blows up and out like a whirlwind of heat.
With a groan, I sink into his touch, opening my lips to his. Immediately I’m burning up in a flame of desire unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. My resolve crumbles to ashes and I inch closer to him, my hands tangling in his hair and tugging painfully at the silken strands.
He growls roughly into my mouth and then it’s like we explode. Bodies pressing closer, hands ripping at clothes. My pussy clenches hard when his lips tear free from mine and he nips and sucks his way down my throat until he reaches my bare breasts. His hands shake as he cups his fingers around the swelling mound. His fingertips pluck my nipple as I feel his mouth close around the other, his teeth raking hard just where I need him.
“Yes,” I moan as my hips circle. “I need you. Please, Bennet.”
“You’re gonna get me, Angel. I promise you. And you’re never going to be able to get away from me.”
Shivering, my eyes close at the fierce words, his voice deep and rough with his own lust.
His body slides down mine until his head is between my thighs, poised at the apex of my throbbing hunger.
“Show me where you need me, Angel. Show me what hurts,” he growls.
My eyes open and widen when I see him there, his tanned face flushed with arousal, his gorgeous green eyes at half-mast, glittering with his desire.
His dark hair is tousled and sexy as hell, his mouth twisted in a painful grimace. Like something hurts on him too.
My hand slides down and he watches the slow, halting movements, his breath heavy and warm on my thighs. Finally, my fingers touch the top of my mound and he breathes out.
“Is that where you want me, pretty Angel? Do you need me to spread these luscious thighs and eat that little pussy out?”
My cheeks flush and my eyes drop at his filthy words but I can’t stop myself from saying, “yes,” in a whisper of sound that barely stirs the air.
But he hears it. And with a grunt of assent, he leans forward, parts my thighs as wide as he can and his shoulders hold me open to his hungry gaze. I don’t have time to feel embarrassed. His warm mouth closes around my aching, throbbing core and then his tongue glides through my folds.
“Ummm. You taste like a piece of candy, baby. Sweet and delicious.”
My eyes roll back in my head and it falls back with a thud to the mattress.
His lips dance over my clit and his tongue licks and sucks and tortures me in the most divine way until my hands wrap in the sheets, twisting them until they rip.
A tight, coiling burn builds higher and higher until I can’t hold it back. My body shakes and arches, his mouth lashing at my tightening core. Waves of pounding release roll over me until my vision goes black, my hands locked onto the sheets in a death grip of pleasure.
He doesn’t stop though. His mouth, lips and tongue continue thrashing my weeping slit until I feel another orgasm building, this one even stronger.
“Please, don’t stop,” I whine at the same time that I try to push his head away. The pleasure is too much. Too strong. Tears pour down my cheeks and my breath wheezes out of my chest, hard and fast. It hurts to breathe. Hurts too good to stop.
