Page 107 of Fighting the Pull


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He fisted his hand in my hair, and sensation snaked down my spine and exploded between my legs when he tugged my head back, and his mouth crashed down on mine all as he leaned into me, and we both fell to the bed.

He was right, it wasn’t slow.

But it was going to be one-sided.

I knew this when he pulled off my tee, I tried to go for his sweater, and he said, “Mm-mm, sweetheart. I let you play this morning. This time, you’re all mine.”

This caused another whimper. And another one came when Hale tugged off my jeans with my panties.

Then I gasped because his mouth was between my legs.

In fact, he’d scooped up my ass in both hands and was feeding himself from me.

It was forceful, insistent, God,amazing. I’d never experienced someone going down on me with such prowess, such craving, suchneed.

I tried to round him with my legs, but he pushed them open, wide and high, with his hands behind my knees, murmuring against my flesh. “No, stay open for me.”

My pussy wept wet at his words and deeds, and he went back down on me.

It was too much, too big, I couldn’t take any more.

And just when I had that thought, Hale got up on his knees. I watched him pull his sweater and T-shirt off, and yank his jeans down.

I would have been awed by the sleek, lean, muscled contours of his chest and abs, but I instantly got distracted as his cock jumped out proudly, thick and hard and beautifully veined.

God, I knew how that felt in my mouth, how it tasted.

But now, I needed it inside me.

“Hale,” I begged.

He fell to a hand in the bed beside me, reached to the nightstand and came back with a condom.

I fought squirming as I watched him roll it on one-handed, then he cupped my sex, kneading my clit as his eyes scanned my face.

“Ready for me, baby?” he asked.

He had to feel I was.

“Yes,” I pushed out.

His gaze roamed over my body. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

I loved he thought that, but what his fingers were doing was killing me.

“Hale.” It was a plea.

He slid one long finger deep inside.

My eyes rolled back and my back rose off the bed.

“Look at me, Elsa.”

I settled, nearly panting, and tried to focus on him.

He slid his finger out, then fell forward, undulating his hips, and he was inside, filling me.

Yes. Oh yes.

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