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He licked and sucked, drawing on tender flesh until that hunger turned urgent. I wanted him…needed him.I needed more. I neededharder. Needed that place inside me stroked and licked, a place his tongue couldn’t reach.
“I need…” I moaned, looking down at him. “I need more.”
“Condom?” he murmured.
Did it matter?“You don’t need to…if you don’t want.”
“Fuck, I want to come inside you,” he groaned.
I lowered my body, kissing his mouth. He tasted salty and slick. He tasted of me, slipping his tongue inside as he worked my body lower.
He broke the kiss as I hovered over him. “Kat,” he started.
But I was lowering my weight, grasping him, guiding him inside me. He was big, stretching me until he slid all the way in. His gaze burned like the blue belly of a flame, flickering and dancing, never moving from mine as I raised up and rolled my hips, riding him in deep, languid movements.
Nirvana waited at the edge.
The edge where his cock rubbed.
The edge where I lost myself.
I dropped my head as a tremor coursed through my body.
“Kat,” he moaned, and closed his eyes.“Jesus…”
I thrust against his body…using himover and over again.And in the act, I found that secret burn, the one which came to me in the quiet of the night, the one starved and desperate, making me rub between my thighs until I climaxed. But here, with Lazarus deep and thick inside me—here, that aching desperation came alive. I cried out, slamming my hips down in brutal, merciless thrusts…and came apart, crying out his name.“Lazarus.”
Warmth spilled inside me. His fingers dug against the muscles of my thighs as I arched my back. Hard breaths sawed in and out, leaving me floating up there, until I crashed back down. I dropped my torso, and he caught me, pulling me down beside him.
“Jesus Christ,” he gasped, his arm flopping limply across my belly. “That…that was…”
“Mind-blowing,” I finished with a smile.
He turned his hand, his fingers splaying across my abdomen.
And deep inside me, a feeling fluttered.
Like a butterfly trapped.
No, not trapped…reaching.
For him.
We lay like that, his hand claiming something he didn’t even know. I tried not to think of it, tried not to feel the spark of hope as it detonated like an atomic blast.
“Talk to me,” he said after a while. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
What I was thinking?
If I told him that, he’d run from me…and he’d keep on running. “I’m thinking that I’m starving.”
And at that moment, a growl tore from my belly, making him chuckle. “Lucky you told me that, otherwise I’d never know.”
I ached with the loss, reaching out to clutch his hand as it slid from my belly. But then he turned, rolled to press against my side, and kissed me deeply before breaking away. “Let me feed you.”
I let him pull away, watching his muscles tense as he rose from the bed. Fuck me, I’d never seen anything so spectacular. One comb of his fingers through his hair, and he strode toward the kitchen, naked and goddamn perfect.
I waited for a second, checking between my thighs, then rolled.
