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Growls erupted from my chest, filling the space between us. The sound fueled her and she slid her other hand to my groin, wrapping her hand around my thick bulge. As she stroked, the friction created spots in front of my eyes. After a few seconds, I couldn’t take it any longer, ready to lose all control. I pushed her away, taking labored breaths. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth pursed. And as she lifted her chin, she dragged her tongue across her lips.
I tore at her clothes, pitching her shirt then sliding both straps of her bra down her gorgeous arms. The second I exposed her breasts, I lowered my head, swirling my tongue around one hard nipple then the other.
“Oh,” she murmured and unfastened my belt and pants, sliding her hand around my cockhead. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? Did she understand that there was no going back, no chance of ignoring our needs any longer?
And did she understand that by being with me her life would never be the same?
Exhaling, I ripped at her jeans, laughing when she tried to kick off her shoes. My mind was a raging mess, visions of all the filthy things I would do to her flickering like a flame that would never be extinguished. After peeling the dense material over her hips, I lifted her into the air.
Her smile brightened the entire room, the naughty woman taking her time to free herself of the unwanted material. As I eased her onto the floor, she pressed both hands against my chest. I issued a wry smile, slipping both index fingers under the thin elastic. Then I slowly dropped to the floor, taking the blush-colored lace material with me, helping her step out of them.
When she was fully naked, her incredible naked body exposed, I took a deep breath, her feminine wiles filling my nostrils. She planted her hands on my shoulders, peering down at me with glassy eyes.
“What are you going to do?” she dared ask, as if it was a real question.
“I’m going to feast on the woman who belongs to me.”
CHAPTER20
Lucia
There was no lapse in time, no ugly past.
There was no danger ready to drag us to hell.
And there was no treachery or betrayal.
There was just this moment and the two of us. Was this nothing more than a fantasy or could we beat the odds, being together as fate had intended us to be?
Or were we fooling ourselves that we were doing nothing but adding cracks to the same glass house we’d both been imprisoned in?
I caressed D’Artagnan’s shoulders, digging my fingers into his muscles as he brushed the rough pads of his fingers down my thighs, opening my legs wider. His heated breath tingled all my senses, my mind unable to process everything that had happened.
That he was alive and in my arms.
That he was mine.
All the dreams and wishes, the horrible nightmares that had plagued me for fifteen long years faded away, leaving only this precious moment in time. I’d never wanted anyone the way I craved him, the pent-up desire not for the sexy biker who’d swept me off my feet. But for the boy I’d grown to love even after his supposed death.
Everything about this was wrong, but nothing could possibly tear us apart again. I closed my eyes as he ran his fingers along the inside of my legs, teasing me by lightly touching my clit. I was so wet, juice trickling down my inner thighs, my breath skipping from excitement and his utter ravenous temptation.
Everything about this was different, as if he’d just awakened my soul. Every touch of his fingers, every whispered kiss left me breathless, desire roaring all the way to my core. He spread my pussy lips wide, swirling his tongue around my clit with such finesse my legs were shaking.
“Look at me,” he commanded. “Watch me feast on what belongs to me.”
My mind was spinning but I obeyed him, even though focusing on what he was doing was difficult. There was such a possessive look in his eyes, the light refracting into something more ominous. By taking me now, in this forlorn place, he was sealing our fate. We belonged to each other. Perhaps we always had.
While the moment was perfect, our bodies as entwined as our hearts, I wasn’t okay. I would never be okay. A moan slipped past my lips as he sucked on my tender bud, sensations cresting like waves of the ocean. I dragged my tongue across my lips, longing to take his thick cock into my mouth, sucking until his cum filled my throat. The insanity of where we were and who he was kept me lightheaded, my pulse racing.
D’Artagnan took his time, licking and sucking as if there was nothing to worry about. Just two lovers becoming one. When he buried his head into my wetness, lapping my cream, I raked my hand through my hair, moans drifting toward the ceiling. No man had ever taken the time learning what I liked, providing the kind of pleasure most women craved. Yet he knew me, every inch, every breathless whisper calling to him.
His growls escalated as he feasted, my rough lover driving his tongue past my swollen folds. I was crazed with desire, undulating my hips as my hunger reached a pinnacle. He slid his arms around me, cupping and squeezing my bottom. What the man could do with his lips and tongue was sinful, the vibrations so intense I could no longer feel my legs.
The hungry beast refused to stop, licking and sucking as if this was his only nourishment. I bucked hard against him, floating toward a blissful moment, ecstasy rushing into every heated cell and muscle.
“Oh, God. I’m going to come.”
“Mmm… wait. Not yet.”
