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laying her back on her bed, staring down at the white robe as her hard little nipples pressed against it,
the shadow of the dusky pink color surrounding them barely discernible beneath the material.
He jerked his shirt over his head before his hands went to his jeans, and he discarded those just as
quickly.
He was so hard he was hurting. So filled with hunger he felt as though he had never come in his life.
His cock was straining out from his body, furious with Kell's delay in taking her.
A wicked smile curled Emily's lips as her slender fingers pulled at the belt of her robe, releasing the
tie and allowing the panels to fall apart as she rolled to her knees and shed the garment.
Kell felt the breath jerk from his body. Blood pooled hot and thick in his cock and drew his balls
tight. She was like Venus rising. Like every sexual dream any man had ever conjured up in the dark
lonely hours of the night.
And she belonged to him.
"Come here, chère." His hands framed her face as she knelt on the bed before they slid into the rich,
silken depths of her fiery hair.
Emily stared up at him, drowning in the emerald depths of his gaze, feeling the air thicken with
sensuality, with the hunger that rose between them.
She hadn't expected this. She had never had trouble pushing away her previous bodyguards. They
were her father's goons. She had enough trouble with her protective father; she hadn't been in a hurry
to create more by accepting one of his handpicked son-in-law candidates.
But Kell was different.
For one thing, he was harder. Her hands pressed against his chest, smoothed over the flexing muscles
as his lips covered hers. He was stronger, more forceful; the very aura of confidence and competence
that surrounded him drew her. His air of dominance and sexuality was in harmony with her own
sensual desires, which threatened to burn her each time he touched her.
As he was doing now. His lips moving over hers, parting them to dip his tongue in playfully before
pulling back and drawing her lower lip between his and sucking lightly, sexually.
His hands moved up her back, then down. Gripped her hips and pulled her closer, cushioning his
erection against her belly.
"Are you sore?" he whispered as he pulled back, one hand sliding from her hip and moving
confidently between her thighs. She gasped at the feel of his palm cupping her, his fingers sliding over
the damp flesh of her pussy.
His fingers rubbed against the folds, shifting between them to circle the sensitive opening.
Emily felt her head fall back on her shoulders. And Kell was there to take advantage. His lips moved
along her jaw, down her neck.
"Never too sore," she whimpered. "That feels too good, Kell."
"Never too good, sweetheart." His voice deepened, becoming a sexy murmur along her collarbone as
his finger slipped inside the snug entrance.
"Oh. Yes. Too good." Spreading her thighs wider she fought for a deeper penetration, opening herself
for him, desperate to experience more of the incredible pleasure his touch brought her.
"You're soft as silk. As hot as fire," he whispered against the curve of her breast before giving her a
gentle, erotic bite with strong teeth.
Emily shuddered at the caress. The combination of primal hunger in the bite, the wicked titillation of
his finger stroking inside her, teasing her.
"And you're hard," she moaned, her head lifting, her lips finding the hard column of his neck.
Kell let her have her way as he felt her teeth at his neck. Sharp little sensations moved along his flesh
before tightening his cock and balls from the feel of her teeth.
Her hands were like satin gliding over his flesh and the gentle cushion of her tummy rubbed against
his cock, causing his teeth to grit at the primal arousal growing inside him.
He wanted to throw her to the bed and ride her to ecstasy.
Instead, he held himself before her and let her explore. Like the vixen he had dreamed of catching as a
boy, she was curious, inquisitive. Her nails scraped along his chest to his abdomen, making his teeth
grind as he fought for patience.
Her lips skimmed over his neck to his chest. She bit. She licked. She had electricity pouring into his
body, tightening his nerve endings and cascading along each cell with a pleasure he wasn't certain he
could withstand.
She was like whiskey. Potent. Fiery. Burning clear to his soul with her feminine demand, sharp little
bites, and satiny licks.
"Ah sugar. Keep this up and I'm going to lose my head," he said, his hands in her hair, sifting his
fingers through the strands as she nipped at his lower chest.
She was going lower. Drawing close to his cock, her hungry lips and tongue tightening his muscles
into a mass of anticipation.
"I want to feel you," she whispered as her lips went lower, licking inches from the head of his dick.
"In my mouth. Against my tongue. I want to feel you like I can't feel you inside me. Without a condom.
With nothing but your flesh against me."
Shit. Hell. Fuck. He was going to come before she ever touched him. If he didn't get a hold on her
She got a hold on him instead. Her tongue slid over the head of his cock, her mouth surrounded it, and
Kell knew he was lost. His hands tightened further in her hair for long seconds as he fought the need
to control it, to keep her from bringing him to release too soon.
Her mouth surrounded the throbbing head, drew it deep, and began to suckle with such innocent
pleasure he swore he felt his eyes water.
He had never been tasted, taken with such pleasure. He had never had another woman worship his
body, his cock, as his sweet Emily was worshipping him.
"Chère. Sugar. Sweet, sweet Emily," he groaned, thrusting against her hips with a short jerk of his
hips he couldn't control. "You're gonna get in trouble with that wicked mouth."
She shuddered at the sensual threat, then another, harder tremor washed over her as his hand moved
from her hair, trailed down her spine then clenched on the rounded curve of her rear.
"Like that, little fox?" he whispered.
The vibration of her approving moan against the flesh of his cock had the hard flesh spasming in
warning release.
His fingers clenched again, his lips curving in a tight smile as her suckling faltered. But her moan was [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]